Megan Jones is playing renegade Cinderella (onbrokenstrings) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-11-05 00:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-11, c: alastor moody, c: megan jones, type: thread |
Who: Moody & Megan
When: [backdated] Tuesday evening
Where: Abe's Order Safehouse, Megan's room
What: A chat about endangering yourself and others and maybe other stuff
Rating: M because Moody is Mighty scary to Megan
Status: Placeholder
Two days in bed usually did wonders for someone not feeling well, unless of course that person had experienced the Cruciatus Curse and other various wounds for the first time. The muscles in Megan's body still ached when she tried to shift on the mattress and her wand arm was still stiff as a board, not that she wanted to complain about that to anyone. She had messed up so badly and she knew it. Besides, someone - she had been too exhausted to tell at the time - had managed to soften the joints enough to make her arm bend slightly in the right places. With a little more rest she may even be able to pick up her journal and check on her friends.
The problem of the moment lay in getting across the hall without asking for help. Cal had dropped by earlier, and she could have sworn she heard someone lurking outside the door, but since she didn't feel like talking to anyone she hadn't thought of asking for help to the loo. The process was painful: one leg off the bed, push on the wooden arm, keep breathing, now the other leg.... Eventually, Megan managed to stand. ...Then stumble forward and catch herself on the wall. Tally nearly tripped her when he bounded up the stairs after hearing her door open, but she somehow managed to make it to the loo on her own some ten odd minutes later. The trip back was just as difficult considering Tally wanted to walk alongside her. Somehow she managed.
Wiping away the tears that were forming again, Megan reached her doorway and ushered the collie inside, slowly turning around to shut the door before anyone could come and ask if she wanted some food or drink or any other odd thing just to make sure she was alright. She wasn't, and she didn't feel like talking about it. What she wanted to do was lay back down in bed and try to sleep without repeating the same nightmare over and over again.
The large shadow on her threshold interrupted those plans.