...it's winter again, a white-washed and frozen sky, I came to the door, eyes maladjusted... |
[Feb. 28th, 2009|11:13 am] |
Who: Chris and Belvideria Warrington What: Some meticulously organised memories. When: Late December, 2008. Where: Adrian's townhouse, Knightsbridge. Rating: G
( I’m going to go to Hogwarts, right Papa? ) |
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[Feb. 28th, 2009|10:57 pm] |
Who: Adrian Pucey and Samrat Amarnath What: Word of the clinic gets out. Where: the Clinic When: November, 2008 Rating: PG-13 for some language, references to violence
Insomnia. It was one of the easiest things to fake medically and, Samrat considered as he walked up to the small flat, he certainly looked as if he had it. His eyes were swollen from exhaustion - Ghanem had kept him up for hours the night before, plotting, planning and all the while never once giving him anything concrete that he could put his finger upon. He blinked bleary water from his eye as he lifted his hand to rap at the door three times, short, sharp jolts.
He had come to see if there was anything to his brother's suspicions. The younger man had insisted that there was something wrong with the clinic that was treating so many of the people who hunkered down in their corner of London. Sam hadn't been able to pin him down for details, nor had anyone he'd spoken with been able to verbalize anything wrong beyond an occasional comment about how good the doctor was. Skill in medicine isn't something that should be a miracle, the man thought as his hand fell, waiting for the answering sound behind the door.
( And for those who are inclined to cause trouble, well, I have ways of managing that. ) |
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