|_prettyparvati (_prettyparvati) wrote in veritaserum_rp,|
@ 2011-06-26 00:55:00
|Entry tags:||draco malfoy, parvati malfoy|
Who: Parvati and Draco
Where: St. Mungo's Hospital
When: June 26th 2006
What: To begin our PSL/RP adventures...Welcome back our Parvati and Draco. :D Parvati's hurt and her husband is MIA.
As a healer, Parvati had often spent times at the hospital. One thing that remained true however, was the fact that she much preferred being the ones in the scrubs instead of the hospital gowns.
In a private room, much like a lonely princess in a tower, Parvati sat with tears running down her cheeks. She wasn't sure why exactly, but it had been hard to stem their flow since she had been admitted the previous night. If she was to postulate, the young woman would lay her bets on the fact that her husband was no where to be seen.
She had been dressed in a sari of translucent deep blue at the wedding of a distant cousin when one thoughtless push by a drunk groomsmen had had her heel catching on the trim of her sari, sending her toppling backwards and down the grand staircase of the hotel they were at. It seemed only a few seconds of bruising pain before she landed, disoriented, as Padma rushed to her side. Bleeding from both a cut on her forehead and a split lip, with her left hand at a weird angle, there had been aching pain all through her body. She would have been embarrassed if she hadn't blacked out right after.
Between that and having to do the "My husband is away on business" smile and tilt of head that pureblood witches had long since perfected, the night had definitely not been her best.
Padma had taken her to St. Mungo's and in between moments of consciousness Parvati remembered her her broken wrist being healed (that had been torturous on its own), being diagnosed with a moderate concussion and calling Draco. Certain she had left a rather tearful message on his answering machine she had expected a floo call at least, even if he wasn't able to leave the 'highly important meeting' (his words, not hers).
No floo call came.
Neither did he.
So, with her family gone home to sleep, she cried.
"Stop being so stupid!" She scolded herself, angry that she making such a deal over something so small.