Hannah Abbott (healinghannah) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2018-04-30 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: hannah abbott, location: diagon alley, time: 2010 04 |
RP: Ruins
Who: Hannah and OPEN
When: Monday, April 30, 2010, midday
Where: Diagon Alley, just outside the Leaky Cauldron
What: Hannah has been released from St. Mungo's and is trying to make sense of things.
Warnings: TBD
It had been a long, painful five weeks since she'd woken up at St. Mungo's. They'd managed to fix her speech problems enough that she could communicate with them, and then it improved on its own from there, but there was still so much that didn't make sense to Hannah. She knew that was her name, but there was so much that she didn't remember. Some of the people who had come to visit her since she'd woke up were strangers to her, even though she knew that they weren't really. She simply couldn't remember who they were. And some, she remembered their faces but not their names. And others, their names but not their faces.
When they'd told her Ernie had died in the explosion, she'd lost it. She couldn't remember his face, but his name was close to her heart, and hearing about his death had shattered her, setting back some of her progress. They'd had to sedate her to get her to calm down. But she was more or less stable now. Her memories were still sketchy at best, but she was trying, and she was learning a little bit more of what she'd known before every day.
The healers had decided that she was well enough to leave the hospital now, not that she knew where in the bleeding hell to go. Someone had told her she'd lived in the innkeeper's suite at the Leaky Cauldron, but that was gone now. Ginny had offered to let her stay with her for a bit, until she could get on her feet again, but as grateful as she was for the offer, she needed time to think about it. She didn't remember Ginny, no matter how hard she tried or how many times Ginny had come to visit her over the last five weeks.
The redhead had brought her some clothes to wear from the hospital though, for which she was relieved, and now Hannah found herself wandering down Diagon Alley from Gringotts. She would need to purchase more clothes and other necessities, but her feet were wandering a familiar path instead, and soon she was standing in front of the ruins of the Leaky Cauldron. She'd signed some paperwork a couple weeks ago about the property. The healers had been against it, but when it had been explained to her that she owned it and someone wanted to buy it, well, Hannah didn't hesitate. She didn't want it, didn't even know if she could do anything with it herself, and the money from the sale would be able to help her get on her feet again. It was better this way--she believed it at the time, and she still believed it now.
Most of the rubble had been cleared away, but the shell of the former pub still stood, in shambles perhaps, but it was still there, and Hannah tried to wander into it, but something stopped her. Images flashed through her mind, piercing into her skull, causing a dull ache that throbbed with the steady beat of a drum. It was too much, and she gasped, shaking her head rapidly as tears filled her eyes. Hannah fell to her knees, barely registering the harshness of the cobbled road against her knees, her hands pressing against the sides of her head.
"Too much. Too much. Too much," she muttered repeatedly