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Anabel Runcorn ([info]notyourfriend) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-09-04 23:26:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 09, !complete, anabel runcorn, delaney twilfitt

Who: Delaney Twilfitt and Anabel Runcorn
When: late afternoon after this conversation
Where: St. Mungo’s
What: Delaney comes in for an examination after prompting from Anabel due to her sickness.
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: closed

Nuisances and annoyances were just about all Anabel really thought she dealt with when she was at work. And unfortunately she couldn’t blame it all on just the patients. She had her fair share of idiotic coworkers to deal with that she’d never understand how they’d ever even graduated from any magical school let alone to become a Healer at St. Mungo’s. She didn’t really have a whole lot of patience to spare when dealing with anyone and so she kept her limited patience to the patients and not to her coworkers. Which is probably why most of them labeled her as either a frigid bitch or antisocial, but Anabel really couldn’t care less.

“No, I told you that I wanted you to discharge that patient, not admit them,” Anabel hissed, stressing the first part of the word discharge as she glared at the young wanna-be Healer. She hated dealing with Healers-in-training and swore she was never as stupid as they were. “They’re taking up a bed now that they don’t need. Now you get to be the one to go in and get them out and explain how you are too stupid to listen to what you’re told.”

The trainee frowned and backed away from Anabel, promising that they’d get the person gone and Anabel stalked off, already feeling a vicious mood creeping up along her spine. She’d probably get an ear full later from her supervisor for how she treated the trainees. Again. She’d tell them that they were incompetent. Again. And then she’d get a warning not to do it any more or they’d have to do something more severe. Like always Anabel would simply go on like she always did.

“Oh no, trust me. You don’t want to deal with Healer Runcorn. She’s in a right foul mood, like always, and I’m quite certain you’d much prefer if I took care of you.” Anabel had stopped when she heard the words coming from another Healer’s mouth. She was just around the corner from it and she walked forward again, peering around the corner to see Delaney dealing with Healer Brunning who was an insatiable flirt an annoying twit and just generally incompetent.

“Trust me, Brunning, Delaney most assuredly doesn’t want to deal with you staring at her breasts through the entire exam and listening to your lame attempts at pick ups and flirting,” Anabel stated, coming to stop behind the man who’d stiffened when he heard her talk.

“Ah, Anabel, I was just coming to l-”

“To lie to me? I’m certain we don’t need to take up any more of your valuable time. Do go harass one of the trainees. Delaney, if you’ll just come with me?” She gestured down the hall as she looked at the other woman, completely dismissing Healer Brunning who stalked off muttering under his breath.


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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-05 03:49 am UTC (link)
Delaney had been beginning to think coming down to St Mungos had been a terrible idea. This Anabel person, who had at least seemed rational by the way she spoke in the journals, was nowhere to be seen, and this... this... insect of a man was refusing to be anything approaching helpful.

He seemed to think that he was in some way attractive to her - at least his demeanor suggested that he rather thought she was there to take him into a supply closet and shag him, not get checked out for food poisoning as had been her actual intention. Her expression was getting darker and darker, and he just kept talking.

Delaney wasn't sure if he was so arrogant he didn't think the scowl on her face was aimed at him, or if he was just too stupid to see it, but she was on the verge of pulling out her wand and hexing him into oblivion when an attractive dark haired woman materialized, saving her from doing something she'd likely get arrested for.

Sneering at him as he left, wishing she had hexed him after all for daring to breathe the same air as her, Delaney followed Anabel down the hall.

"Thank you," she said dryly, indicating the little weasel with a nod of her head. "I was about to have to turn him into a beetle, and I'm sure the Ministry takes a pretty dim view of that sort of thing."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-05 04:16 am UTC (link)
“Hmm, I doubt that Ministry would even note it as long as he didn’t get stepped on before he could be changed back.” Though in Anabel’s mind she doubted that anyone would honestly miss him. She certainly didn’t know of any female staff at Mungo’s that would. Still though she didn’t think it was best to test that theory when she’d already be in hot water for things she’d done just a bit earlier.

Pushing open the door to a private examination room Anabel gestured for Delaney to enter, entering after and pulling the door closed firmly behind her. She would make it quite certain to everyone that they weren’t to enter without knocking and getting permission. Besides, Anabel was quite certain help wouldn’t be needed since Delaney believed herself to have food poisoning.

“If you’d like to take a seat on the table we’ll just go over some general information before we get started.” She’d much rather just get to the examination to either confirm she had food poisoning or find out what was wrong, but there were rules and protocols to be followed. “Let’s see, name, age, weight, height...” She rolled her eyes at a number of the questions and just scratched them out. Some were intrusive and definitely not needed for this visit.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-05 04:33 am UTC (link)
"I'll bear that in mind, if he ever dares to come near me again," she commented. "I couldn't believe the nerve of that little cockroach. Have you seen me? Even if he weren't completely repugnant, I'm so far out of his league as to make his approach totally ludicrous. As are you," she added, smirking, her face sobering straight away when she realized she was flirting and she shouldn't be.

She entered the room and sat down, crossing her legs primly and looking up at Anabel expectantly. "So, I'm fairly certain this problem can be rectified with a simple anti nausea potion. And some sort of lawsuit against the restaurant. Do you know, the thing that annoys me most, is that before I started throwing up, I was thinking that it was some of the best junky food I'd had in a long time."

As Anabel indicated the table, she rose from her seat and obeyed her, perching on the table and answering the questions as they were put to her. "So give it to me straight," she quipped. "Will I ever play the piano again?"

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-05 04:50 am UTC (link)
“If he catches you on the way out, he will,” she quipped back, remembering the many run ins others had with that particular person. “Though I do have to say that just about anyone is so very far out of his league.” Off the top of her head she couldn’t even think of anyone who would be suitable for him in the least. Well, perhaps certain people of poor blood standing, but even then that was pushing it.

Moving the folder in her lap into a better position Anabel looked up at Delaney and smirked, inclining her head in agreement. “And if that is what it turns out to be then you’ll have the necessary medical work to back up your claim.” Her nose crinkled just slightly when she mentioned she’d been thinking the food was good before this happened. “I don’t think I could even bring myself to go into a restaurant with a name like that let alone eat anything from it.” But Anabel knew that she was picky though she felt she was justified in being so.

As the answers were given Anabel dutifully wrote them down, continuing to skip the ones she thought weren’t pertinent. Seriously? Was she sexually active? While asking that question could have opened up a number of things to say and ideas, Anabel really didn’t think she needed to ask. Where did they get these questions from? Muggles?

“I’d say that as long as we get the nausea under control you have a fair chance of playing again,” Anabel replied back, keeping a straight face. “So you have a choice, and they tell me I have to give it to you, I can either run a few scans on you or I can go barbaric and draw blood for a work up to be done. Which, by the way, takes a lot longer than the scans and is definitely more annoying.” She didn’t know why they had to placate those that had grown up in the muggle world. They were here now. Conform.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-05 04:58 am UTC (link)
"Oh, that's actually probably a good thing," Delaney laughed. "My wand hand is just itching to hex something, and he would make such a delightfully convenient target." Her poorly thought out attempt at flirtation seemed to have gone unnoticed, so she heaved a mental sigh of relief and turned her attention back to Anabel and her questions.

"I don't see how it could be anything else," she went on. "I mean... it was my first time there, and I started throwing up. I can't imagine there's any other conclusion to be drawn." But at Anabel's comment she smirked. "Obviously it's beneath two people of our standing, to be seen in such a common place," she laughed. "But at the end of the day, the food was decent sized portions and it was damn tasty, and damn it, if it weren't for the whole food poisoning issue, I'd go back in a heartbeat."

In a breathy, incredulous tone, Delaney finished the joke, exclaiming "Oh wow, really? Cos I never could before!" She fluttered her eyelashes to add to the effect, before paying closer attention. "Oh, Merlin, run the scans. Taking blood is so... barbaric, so primitive. So bloody muggle."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-05 05:14 am UTC (link)
Anabel was actually tempted to pay good money to see something like that. She felt it was high time that he got put in his place. Still though it wouldn’t do for someone like Delaney to do it and end up in trouble if the wrong person witnessed it. She was quite certain she could get someone a little more expendable to do it for her.

“Oh I’m sure there is a good chance you are correct, but it’s always best to cover everything so no one can accuse you of pointing blame without proof.” She was of the mind that any low class establishment that served food poisoned the majority of their customers, so it was no shock to her that this one could have poisoned Delaney. She’d run the tests, give her the potion to help her stomach and let her have a copy of the results if she wished to pursue anything legally.

“We’re simply that amazing,” Anabel dead panned, drawing her wand from her robe pocket. “Oh trust me, I know. I wouldn’t even offer the blood draw if they didn’t make us. They want us to make everyone comfortable and cater to their whims instead of doing what is practical.” Plus she despised doing anything at St. Mungo’s the muggle way and more often than not pulled in a trainee to do it and only came back with the results. “I’ll run the scans now and you’ll have the results in a moment.” And with that said she started up the diagnostic spell, letting it run over the entirety of Delaney’s body.

Once the scan was done she pocketed her robe once again and grabbed the folder, glancing down at the paper that had listed the results. Her eyebrows shot up as she read over them and she glanced up at Delaney before looking back to the paper. “Well, you most certainly don’t have food poisoning and the nausea might last for a number of months yet.”

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-05 05:22 am UTC (link)
"Good thinking. I'm glad one of us can see past the petty things and think of the practicalities of ruining this restaurant owner's life." She smiled widely at Anabel, enjoying her company immensely.

"Oh, for goodness sake. This isn't their mummy's house, there's no one here to wipe arses and kiss boo boos. People need to grow the hell up and do what is most convenient for the people running the place. I can't even fathom ASKING for a blood draw when a simple diagnostic scan is available."

She waited for Anabel to tell her how long she could expect to feel this wretched, and how she could go about feeling better, so to hear what Anabel said threw her somewhat. "I don't have food poisoning?" she asked. At the second half of the woman's statement her heart started to sink, but she had to ask, just on the off chance the worst wasn't true. "A couple of months? Surely you're joking. No illness lasts that long...?"

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-05 05:35 am UTC (link)
“Most places seem to have gone with the idea that they need to bend to the will of others despite it not making sense. And trust me, a lot of us have argued the point, but they aren’t willing to change it. Perhaps when there are new directors things will change.” And by new she meant more like minded to herself and those she associated with. There were a number of Healers who’d love to move up that Anabel would rather see out of St. Mungo’s altogether rather then see them in charge.

It would have been nice if they could continue to think that the only thing wrong with Delaney was a small case of food poisoning, but it wasn’t to be. She wondered if the other woman would even want it and knew that the only way to find out was to tell her. She doubted that Delaney was really ready to hear the news. Of course her mind couldn’t help but wonder who the father was and if they’d do what most would consider right. She didn’t know of anyone of their status who had a child out of wedlock.

“Well I don’t think that most people would call what you’ve got an illness. Rather most would call it a miracle, but...” She trailed off, a hint of a sneer coming to the words. She found nothing miraculous about screaming babies and the mess they brought. “You appear to be about two weeks along in your pregnancy, just enough to start feeling the early bouts of morning sickness.”

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-05 05:41 am UTC (link)
"Ugh, this is just one more reason for me to despise people - and muggles, because I don't count them as people - because they're all a bunch of bloody namby-pamby poofs about things like this," she huffed. "I mean honestly, if I ruled the world... I would put you in charge of this place, for starters, because you're the only person I've met since I've walked in the front doors that seems to have a brain in her head. And you're hot."

She was still waiting, waiting for Anabel to tell her she had anything, scurvy, leprosy, early onset dragon pox, dementia... anything would be preferable to what she had a sinking feeling she knew she was about to hear.

"A miracle?" she scoffed, her eyes filling with frightened tears. "Hardly. I call this a bloody disaster. Are you sure? Are you sure you're sure?"

Though what point there was in asking, she didn't know. This wasn't some stupid bloody muggle blood test, easily bollocksed up. This was a proper, decent magical scan. She was up the duff and that was it.

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-05 05:55 am UTC (link)
“That’s because they aren’t people. They’re like little gnats, buzzing around only waiting to be swatted by those bigger and more powerful. Mainly us.” Which is why it was such a pity that things went the way they did during the supposed war. Certainly Anabel wasn’t going to fight, but she also didn’t want to see the mudbloods in charge when they’re thoughts were clouded by the muggle world. “Let’s hope you’d stick with the idea that they have to have the brain to go with it. I’ve seen my fair share of hot people without anything going on upstairs. Pretty to look at, but that’s about it.”

She’d definitely been right about Delaney not being ready for such news. Anabel couldn’t blame her. This was life changing news, the type of news you wanted to hear only when you were expecting it. This sort of thing had to be properly planned out and time set aside just for it. Now the pregnancy would simply push its way into her life and force her to plan around it unexpectedly which would only lead to complications. And did she want to mention any of the ramifications Delaney might face from their peers if they found out? This wouldn’t be looked upon very nicely.

“Oh I wouldn’t call it a miracle,” Anabel replied, going over the results again. “And yes, I’m quite certain. The tests also indicate that you’re iron levels are starting to drop, but that is normal during pregnancy and can be corrected with the needed potions one takes during such a time.” And now she really needed to move on to more delicate topics of discussion. If she were nicer and more caring about the feelings of others she might have waited until Delaney had absorbed this shock and come a little more to terms, but that just wasn’t Anabel’s style.

“There are things that can be done, Delaney, if you don’t want this child. You’re still early enough to terminate the pregnancy.” This conversation wasn’t one she got to have often as she rarely dealt with pregnancy cases. “If you don’t wish to terminate, but carry the child to term, then we will of course abide by that wish. I can give you all the necessary potions you’ll need to take during your pregnancy as well as potions to help with the nausea. I can also give you pamphlets on what to expect and names of the best qualified Healers to deal with you through your pregnancy to birth.” There was more, but for now she figured she could leave it at that until she determined which way Delaney would want to go.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-05 06:08 am UTC (link)
"Oh, god, my thoughts exactly," Delaney said immediately. "I can't even understand what the point of them is. They seem to perform no particular function except to breed and then foist their unfortunately magical offspring on an otherwise civilized society."

It was a lot to take in, but Delaney had to be realistic. She'd been sleeping around since she was fifteen. The only really surprising thing about this whole ordeal is that it had taken this long for her to find herself in trouble.

Her head racing, she half listened to what Anabel was saying, half concentrated on keeping her breathing under control. One thing was certain - as much as the news had shaken her, there was one course of action she simply couldn't face. "I... I can't," she said, panicking. "I can't just... kill it. I mean I..."

She slipped off the table and began pacing. "I didn't mean for this to happen, I don't know, I just can't... it's a baby, you know? It's a baby, and I can't kill it..."

She needed more time to think about this, needed to go back in time and start using some bloody contraceptive charms so she wouldn't HAVE to think about this. Turning to Anabel with wide, frightened eyes, she sucked in a shaky breath. "Can... can you just be my Healer? I don't want to tell anyone else."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-05 06:22 am UTC (link)
“And thus the contamination continues of not only the blood, but the thinking of the pure,” Anabel stated matter-of-factly. She knew a number of purebloods that had just seemed to embrace the muggle ideas and ways in certain aspects of their life and it was just disgusting. It took a lot to stop her from just hexing some sense into them when she saw them out and about.

Terminating a pregnancy was something a lot of people couldn’t do. She’d heard more than one mudblood use the term prolife and had a general explanation of what it was and figured that a number of women would fall in that category. For them the idea of killing it was inconceivable while for Anabel it was not. She didn’t view it as a baby yet. It wouldn’t even have any discernable heartbeat for a number of weeks. Right now it was nothing more than a cell that was evolving into something else using Delaney’s information combined with the father’s information.

“You don’t need to kill it. Do you wish to keep it though when it is born? If not then there are agencies that can deal with getting the child adopted out.” Which, if Delaney could keep the pregnancy hidden and quiet might be the best idea socially for her. If she chose to keep the child then she’d have to deal with the downfall that would surely follow.

When Delaney asked if Anabel could be her Healer she was stopped short. She very nearly gave a curt, quick no to the question. She didn’t deal with this type of work. Certainly she’d been trained on how to do it, but it wasn’t what she’d specialized in. Despite the fact that Anabel most assuredly did not like babies or care for the social situation Delaney had placed herself in she couldn’t help but contemplate what had been asked for her. This would be better. It would save some face for the other woman. Most of the time Anabel wouldn’t care, but it was the least she could do for a like-minded individual. “I can though I do warn you that I haven’t dealt with any pregnancies since early in my training. That isn’t, however, to say I don’t know how to do everything you’d need done.”

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-05 06:32 am UTC (link)
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "You only have to look at those bloody awful Weasleys. The father is the biggest mugle loving idiot I've ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on - I accidentally ran into them one September first when they were dropping their muggle loving spawn off at the train."

So getting rid of it was out, though Anabel clearly viewed this as a viable, even preferable option. "I don't know," she said weakly in response to the latest questions.

"Well, whatever I end up doing, I'd really rather you were my Healer... if it's not too much trouble," she said quietly. "I mean... we clearly think alike on the muggle issue, and I find that somewhat comforting. I don't want some nancy boy muggle loving fool watching over my... this."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-05 06:41 am UTC (link)
“Ah yes, the biggest blood traitors of all.” Anabel could understand how terrible it would be to run into them. She had gone out of her way at times to make certain she didn’t. Any interaction she had with them was kept short and to the point before she moved on. Though luckily for her it really only consisted of the few classes she’d shared with the one that had been in her year.

She nodded, having thought that would be the answer she would receive. “You don’t have to answer that one yet. Think about it, talk it over with someone you trust if you’d like. This is always a choice you can make much further along into your pregnancy.” Plus if she was going to go that way it would be best to be completely committed to that decision. It would only be hard on Delaney and the potential parents if she changed her mind near the end of her pregnancy.

“Trust me, if it was going to be too much trouble I’d have definitely said no.” Plus having regular appointments with someone would mean that was at least part of the day she wouldn’t have to devote to absolute morons. “And unfortunately a number of the Healers who’d deal with this would be like that. Though I would have endeavored to get you one that wasn’t.” That didn’t mean she’d have been successful, however.

“Right then. I’ll go and gather up the necessary potions and come back with a few pamphlets for you to read over so we can get everything set up.” It was best not to dally around, after all. She’d need to explain which potion was for what and set up their first official appointment concerning the progression of her pregnancy.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-05 08:41 am UTC (link)
Someone she trusted? Oh, Merlin. Maeve.

"I suppose at some point I should probably tell my... well, she's not my girlfriend, but I'd like her to be... I guess she's not going to want to be when she finds out." She buried her face in her hands and groaned. "I can't think about that, about any of it. All I know is, I'm going through with the pregnancy. There's been enough death in my life recently, I want some life."

She was relieved to hear that apparently Anabel didn't mind too much being her Healer for this. "I couldn't deal with some sort of Alfred Weasley type trying to tell me to do things the muggle way. You know he'd be trying to put tubes in me and do those bloody pathetic... what are they called? Megasounds? Supersounds? I overheard a couple of mudbloods talking about them once..."

Watching Anabel leave the room to gather potions and the like, Delaney sank into the chair and placed a hand over her belly gently. It was completely unfathomable to her that there was, or would be, a baby in there. She wasn't sure if she wanted to curse at it or coo at it, and she couldn't help laughing bitterly at herself. Even contemplating saying anything to this... thing growing inside her was bordering on insane, and she refused to go down that road.

She needed to think about what she was going to tell the father, if anything. Well. First she needed to figure out who the father was. Roughly two weeks along, Anabel had said. Delaney started counting on her fingers the people she'd slept with in the past three weeks, to be safe.

Gretchen and Maeve could be ruled out for obvious reasons. That left Trevor, Caine, and Marcus.

Fuck.

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-06 01:13 am UTC (link)
In all reality Anabel wasn't used to really being told this much about someone that she didn't know all that well. Certainly she remembered Delaney from when they were in school, but the other girl was a year ahead of her. Though she guessed that being told such jarring news would perhaps give her reason to feel a little more loose lipped and open. She could deal with it well enough since it was coming from someone that was of the same mindset as she was.

"They certainly wouldn't force you to do things the muggle way, but they'd offer it to you." Which was ridiculous because they'd offer the muggle way even after the person stated they wanted everything done their way, the magical way. "Evidently the muggles thing that the ultra sound is something oh so amazing. Our scans are so much better and less obtrusive then that way."

It didn't take long for Anabel to get to where are the potions were kept. Of course finding all the necessary potions wasn't quite as easy. The anti-naseau potion was the easiest since she'd dealt with it often. She gathered enough to last Delaney through her first trimester. Once she found the other potions she gave an approving sound at how they were stocked. It was nice that all the needed pregnancy potions were close together. She gathered the prenatal potions with an iron boost, enough for a week and then enough regular prenatal potions to last through the first trimester.

Once it was all gathered she made her way back toward the room she'd left Delaney, stopping only long enough to grab pamphlets dealing with what to expect through the first trimester, tips to dealing with morning sickness and tips to telling 'loved' ones. And then it was back to Delaney and she sat the potions out in groups and laid the pamphlets in front of it.

"Right then. These are your anti-nausea potions, these ones are your prenatal potions with an extra iron shot that you should take for the first week and these are the prenatal potions that you'll take after, just one a week." She pointed at each as she spoke so that Delaney would know, though she wrote it down as well as a reminder. "And you might find these pamphlets helpful. Of course after your first trimester we'll have different potions for you."

Which made her pause as she tried to think of all the appointments she'd need to set up with her. At least they both had journals, that would certainly make it easier. "Right, well, we'll need to set up your next appointment before you leave which won't be needed until around a month to make sure everything is progressing well."

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-06 03:58 am UTC (link)
"I would feel insulted to even be asked to partake in such primitive and barbaric practices," Delaney said haughtily. "Honestly, don't those people understand that they have the best chance of making money, if they cater to the people who have money? What is the point of pandering to the penniless Weasleys? They probably can't afford half the care here."

She wasn't left alone in the room to stew for long, but it was long enough for her to decide that she wasn't going to tell any of the men anything. It wasn't as if - with the exception of Caine - they had made any effort to contact her. God, and Merlin forbid that the baby be Trevor's, that arrogant asshole. Sleeping with him was something Delaney regretted almost as much as getting pregnant in the first place.

It was a dizzying array of potions, but she paid attention the best she could. She was thankful that Anabel seemed to be writing down everything she was saying, though, because it was a hell of a lot to take in and she wasn't sure she'd remember half of it after walking out the door. She barely glanced at the brightly colored pamphlets, shoving them in her purse with the potions and instructions, the thought of reading them making her anxiety levels rise even further.

"A month from now? Or at a month... pregnant?" Delaney clarified, her voice small and miserable.

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-06 04:58 am UTC (link)
“They don’t seem to realize that. I’m starting to think that they honestly believe that those with money will start mixing with the blood traitors or muggles and therefore will be interested in those techniques. Which just goes to prove how little they actually interact with the people with money.” Which in reality was a good thing because she certainly didn’t want to have to interact with them more than she had to.

She was glad that it appeared that Delaney was trying to pay attention as best she could. She didn’t honestly expect the woman to remember much just because it was such shocking news and Anabel was pushing a lot off on her. Still it was appreciated that she was making an attempt. She got aggravated with the patients who seemed to tune the Healer out and go off into their own little world. It was always best to listen to the person trying to help as long as they knew what they were talking about.

“A month from now, when the fetus should be six weeks along. That would be the best time to locate the heartbeat and check on the growth. It would also be the best time to find the most accurate due date, though we could hazard a guess now.” Though that really all depended on Delaney and whether she wanted to progress naturally or not. Everyone varied on that point. “Though when we do figure out the date we’ll need to discuss if you want to go for a natural birth or not. Each opens up a new discussion.”

She paused, just looking at the woman. It was easy to tell she was still quite frazzled by all of this. “Is there anything else you need? Anything more I can do to help?” It wouldn’t do for Delaney to leave on her own too distraught. She might even insist that she not apparate if that was how she got here. It wouldn’t do for her distraction to cause her to be splinched.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-06 05:15 am UTC (link)
"Well, more fool them, because in the end all they're going to get is the people with money taking their business elsewhere where they won't have to feel insulted and pressured to do things they have no interest in doing," Delaney said crossly. "But on the bright side, Weasley has enough offspring to keep the place going for at least a couple of years. Oh, did you see his only girl spawn is marrying another girl? A halfblood, from what I can gather."

Talking about society gossip was a lot easier than thinking about being pregnant. She just had to sort of not think about the fact that Maeve was muggleborn. Her feelings for Maeve were different, she told herself, and she still despised most mudbloods, it was just Maeve who was different. Because she was more pure acting than some purebloods Delaney knew. Cough-Weasleys-cough.

A month from now, would she be showing? Would she still be feeling ill? Would she be able to tell if the baby was a boy or a girl? There were so many questions, and she didn't know how to ask any of them. "I don't even... I don't know," she said faintly.

"No, I think you've pretty much covered it. Though, I suppose when I came in here expecting you to diagnose me with food poisoning, this was the last thing on my mind..." Her eyes narrowed. "And it makes that little cockroach in reception all the more repugnant. The nerve of him, trying to crack on to a pregnant woman."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-06 05:41 am UTC (link)
“In reality I think they don’t think like that because they believe they have a monopoly on the business. Everyone comes to St. Mungo’s. But if another reliable practice was started up by the right source they would lose a lot of clients. They just think it is something that won’t ever happen.” Which could be their downfall if they pushed too many people the wrong way. “I’d heard word that something like that was going on. I can’t really fault her for wanting to marry a girl, but a halfblood? They’re family is already so poorly off. But trash do tend to stick together.”

Normally Anabel wasn’t one for gossip, but the Weasleys were always a family that rankled even her. She didn’t understand a pureblood family that could have fallen so far and didn’t seem to want to try to come back. They seemed perfectly happy living in squalor and that was an inconceivable idea to Anabel. If her family ever started to fall into a lower class Anabel was quite certain she’d do whatever it would take to bring them back up. Or at the very least everything she’d need to do to save her own name.

She wasn’t entirely too certain that Delaney was being serious about not having any more questions. The woman was overloaded on information as it was though and so she believed it was probably best to not load on any more. She didn’t need her to have a full breakdown though if she did this was the best place for it to occur.

“Right, well keep in mind that you don’t have to come to St. Mungo’s to contact me. I’m available for questions whenever you would like to ask either by owl or over the journals.” She wondered if she should leave her a message in the journals tomorrow just to make sure nothing drastic had happened over the night. “I think that he’d have only not come on to you if you were heavily pregnant. I highly doubt anything else would have stopped him.” Because he was a disgusting bug and Delaney calling him a cockroach was a fitting description.

“How are you getting home? I’d advise you that it is probably best you don’t apparate yourself.” She didn’t want to hear that Delaney was back only shortly after getting to leave.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-06 06:07 am UTC (link)
"I'd be willing to invest in a medical practice that catered solely to the magically pure," Delaney speculated. "I'd need someone like minded to head it up, of course. And to set it up, since I know next to nothing about Healing. But I do have my own store, so I know how to run a business."

Her eyes widened slightly at Anabel's comment, but she managed not to embarrass herself. "At least the two of them can't procreated. I heard one of the twins had spawned, and that thought horrifies me. The fewer of them that sully the gene pool, the better. And at least she's not trying to insinuate herself into actual society."

She got to her feet. "Well, thanks for all your help," she said, her heart heavy at all the thinking she was about to have to do. "Will you protect me from the beetle on the way out? I'll walk, it's not far."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-06 06:14 am UTC (link)
Now that nearly sounded like an offer. It was a tempting thing to set up, honestly, but it would take time and interest of others. Still though it probably wouldn’t hurt to ask around and just get a generally feel from some of the other Healers. She knew that she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stand dealing with some of the people they dealt with on a normal basis.

“Too true. I guess that means they’re doing a favor to the world then.” She tilted her head in thought when she mentioned the one twin procreating. “Doesn’t the oldest Weasley child have a least one child as well? I think I remember his wife posting about them before. Plus the pictures the child drew in the journal and the pressed flowers.” Which she might have found endearing if she cared about such things.

Ah good, one less thing for Anabel to have to worry about. She didn’t like worrying and she wasn’t used to it. “Most definitely. More than likely he’s hovering around somewhere out there to see if he can give you ‘more adequate care’ then I did since evidently I’m not hospitable enough.” The thought made her role her eyes. She didn’t know why she needed to change how she acted to please them. The majority of them landed themselves here due to their own folly.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-06 06:18 am UTC (link)
"Ugh, the thought of any of them procreating makes me feel ill," Delaney said. Then she paled. "No, seriously. I'm going to be sick, do you have a basin or a bathroom or something?"

Ugh, this had been going so well, she'd managed to get through it without freaking out more than a little, and now she was going to throw up on the Healer. Perfect.

And the thought of the man who was more than likely waiting for her didn't do anything to settle her stomach. "You know if he's out there I'm not going to hold back on giving him a piece of my mind," she said weakly.

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-06 06:22 am UTC (link)
Her words amused Anabel at first and then when she admitted to truly feeling ill she was still quite amused though she did feel bad. The whole fact that pregnancy could make you so ill when it was supposed to be such a ‘miracle’ had never really made much sense to Anabel. Nothing that made you feel so bad could be something so good no matter what anyone said.

Still though she could help her and so she stepped over to the counter and opened the cupboard below it, pulling out a basin they kept there just for purposes like this. Wordlessly she handed it over to the other woman. It would be best to let this bought of sickness pass before they started moving.

Though the thought of her perhaps getting sick on Healer Brunning was very amusing. “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t stop you from doing that. He needs a good dressing down on at least a daily basis or his ego inflates too large.”

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-06 06:27 am UTC (link)
Vomiting weakly but gratefully into the basin, Delaney looked around for somewhere to put it, blushing a little. "So... that was embarrassing," she mumbled. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

She got to her feet again, swayed for a moment then steeled herself. "I'm okay," she said finally, pulling out her wand and doing a quick breath charm on herself. "Let's get me out of here, perhaps we can avoid him completely."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-06 06:57 am UTC (link)
Anabel stood calmly and quietly by while Delaney was sick and watched as she put the basin aside after. “There isn’t a need to be sorry, it happens during pregnancy. Though at least you threw up in a basin.” There had been those that thought they were retaliating against the workers at St. Mungo’s when they were mad by throwing up wherever they happened to. It was quite juvenile, really.

When Delaney swayed Anabel didn’t even realize she’d reached for the other woman until her hands steadied her. She certainly hadn’t wanted to see her fall. She didn’t move though until she was certain that she was stable again and then she gave a affirmative nod of her head. “It would be lovely if we could.” And with that she moved to the door, opening and stepping back to motion Delaney through. She grabbed the chart before following her.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-06 10:35 am UTC (link)
"Really, Anabel, I am a lady," Delaney smirked weakly. "You know as well as I do that ladies of our status don't make messes. It's so unbecoming." Truthfully, Delaney had never dealt well with vomiting. It wasn't something she did often, but she hated it enough that when she did do it, she ensured that she made it to a toilet or other acceptable receptacle, to minimize clean up and avoid making a scene.

Grateful for the steadying hand, she smiled up at Anabel. "You know," she said carefully, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. "You're awfully pretty. If things were different, I wouldn't hesitate to ask you out. It would be so nice to date someone who feels the same way I do about so many things... and is of a decent status to be worthy of my affection."

God, she felt like a heel just saying that. Maeve was worth it, she was worth all of it, but Delaney was just so tired of having to justify everything she did with Maeve, both to Maeve and to herself. Even since she'd found out about the girl's blood status it seemed like staying with her had been an uphill battle. It would have been so much easier if she had happened across Anabel first.

"Lead the way," she suggested. "And listen, I wasn't joking about that investment thing. If you think you could make a go of it, we could talk. I don't want to come back here if they're all muggle loving fools about policy. I'd much rather set up something more fitting for people of our status."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-07 05:44 pm UTC (link)
"There are exceptions to everything," Anabel replied calmly. She could understand where Delaney was coming from, but she'd also been around enough pregnant witches to understand that they weren't always able to get to somewhere private to be sick. Of course in her mind Delaney had a second excuse due to the fact they'd been talking about Brunning when she'd started to feel sick in the first place. In her mind he was enough to cause just about anyone to be sick.

Her words... She had thought that from a few things Delaney had said through their conversation that there might be a little flirting going on, but Anabel was so good at basically ignoring everything she'd simply passed over it without giving it much thought. This wasn't something she definitely couldn't ignore though. Well honestly she probably could, but it would come off as ruder than Anabel normally was. "Different in what way?" Probably not the sort of response Delaney was looking for, but what came to Anabel's mind. She had to wonder if the other woman had gotten tied to someone inappropriate.

Though really it wasn't her fault, but she was making an effort to be a little more sociable since Delaney was at least suitable company. The older she got the more she realised she was extremely limited on who she interacted with. Perhaps if she were a little friendlier toward her then she might have someone else she could call an acquaintance and spend a little time with when she was off duty.

"It's something I'll think about seriously," Anabel replied, turning the chart in at the desk and stopping Delaney there for a moment while she filled out a card with a reminder that she'd need to come in sometime on or after October 5. She handed the card and the instructions she'd wrote earlier to her before she started walking again. "It wouldn't be just the muggle loving fools though that I think some people would like to get away from. Some would like to get away from just the general incompetence of some of the others. Though I do guess I can be overly critical at times."

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-08 12:33 am UTC (link)
"Perhaps its not so much my status, as it is that I plain don't like sick," she grimaced. "When I was small, it made me cry, when I would throw up, and to be honest, I usually still cry when I'm really sick and feeling miserable. I just hate it." She smirked. "Do you think the little worm knows we've been talking about him? Or is he the type who assumes beautiful women are always talking about him, like they have nothing better to do?"

She frowned. "Yeah, okay, we have been talking about him, but not the way he'd like to think, right?"

"Different, in that you probably have a policy against dating patients in the first place, and even if you don't, I just threw up in front of you, thereby eliminating any romantic interest you might have been able to muster up," she laughed. "Oh, and I'm sort of semi seeing someone, but she refuses to make it official, so I'm not too worried about that." Lies. She was super worried about that, but there was no need for Anabel to know that.

Oh well. Even if this didn't pan out romantically (and it would be a shame if she didn't at least get to see this woman naked, because wow), it would be nice to have a new friend. Especially since Pansy sold out and married Corner. It was so lovely to be able to mock the Weasleys at will. They did ask for it, with everything they did and everything they were.

"I wish you would," Delaney said earnestly, referring to the investment idea. "I've spent a total of what, fifteen minutes in your company and I already have an idea of the calibre of Healer you are - and the calibre of person you are. Just the way you rescued me from Brunning is one hell of a recommendation in and of itself. If you're interested, I can start the ball rolling this week. Find a space, talk to another couple of Healers, talk to a lawyer... this could be a happening thing. I'm grateful for what you've done for me, Anabel. I don't want to see you languishing away in this dump when you're worth so much more."

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-08 09:39 pm UTC (link)
She could concede the point about being sick making her feel worse when she was younger. She could certainly remember more than a time or two like that for herself. "Oh he's the latter. I've heard him talking before. He honestly thinks that any woman he deems with any sort of attractiveness is automatically attracted to him as well. He doesn't even care if it's blatantly obvious that they're married, in a relationship or into the opposite gender. He's got grand stories of bedding them all and turning lesbians straight." Which was all bollocks and she greatly enjoyed telling him as much.

"Definitely not the way he thinks." Which made her smirk. "He'd assume we were in here fawning over his greatness and looks, not tearing him down."

"We're supposed to, yes. But in reality we don't really get a lot of patients I'd ever dream about dating." She typically got stuck with the whingers and she couldn't stand them the most. Sometimes she thought they did it on purpose too. "Are you? Well congratulations. I'm sure she'll come along. After all there are slim pickings it seems nowadays." Brunnings was a testament to that as were any and all of the Weasleys.

It was probably best that Anabel did keep things completely platonic anyway even if she was interested. She'd be dealing with Delaney a lot over the next nine months or so and things could get ugly if they went any other way then just friendly. Plus she wasn't the sort to break anything up if she thought they were truly serious.

"Give me a few days to think about it and I'll get back to you," she replied, turning the idea over in her head. She didn't want to make a hasty decision about something like this. It certainly appealed to her, but she'd gone through a lot to become a Healer and she didn't want to jeopardize that in anyway. Though she didn't doubt that if Delaney truly meant it then it wouldn't happen. She'd think about it and then perhaps talk to a few of the 'her' patients and see what they thought.

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[info]delaneytwilfitt
2010-09-08 10:17 pm UTC (link)
"I despise men like that," Delaney fumed. "What he needs is taking down a peg or two, and I would bloody love to be the one to do it. I cannot handle arrogance of that magnitude - except when it's warranted, as in my case." She fluttered her eyelashes obnoxiously and laughed. "And as for that, I'll tear him down right in front of him if I get even the slightest chance."

They were nearing the front entrance now, and Delaney could see the little worm standing off to the side, leering at her lasciviously, and she gave him her best "Not even in your dreams" look, sneering down her nose in the most belittling way she could manage. Yes, she and he would be encountering each other again in the not too distant future, and he would be coming off second best.

If that was a subtle hint for Delaney to be happy with what she had, it was a hint well taken. She even had the good grace to be a little ashamed of herself. Maeve was so sweet and lovely and didn't deserve to be jerked around the way Delaney was doing, even if she didn't know.

She reached into her purse to pay for the consult, smiling. "Again, thank you for all your help," she said. "And please do get in touch with me, about..." She looked around, not wanting to drop Anabel in any trouble by being indiscreet. Most employers didn't look too kindly on their staff soliciting new employment on company property. "About what we talked about. We have the journals, so I'll talk to you soon?"

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[info]notyourfriend
2010-09-08 10:35 pm UTC (link)
"I think that any self-respecting woman despises men like that." Which gave her pause before she added, "And probably some men despite men like that too. He gives them a bad name." Which was true. He was the type of man that caused some women to swear them off. "Some of us would pay good money to be witness to that."

Anabel rolled her eyes when she was Brunnings and the look he was giving Delaney. She was certain he thought it was a 'come hither' look that was absolutely irresistible, but in reality it made him look like the leech he was. But as long as he didn't come near she was content to ignore him. Then again even if he did come over she might step back and let the other woman have at him. It would certainly be a way to exercise some energy and get a little enjoyment out of the day. Unfortunately it looked like he wasn't going to.

"Of course. Remember to get in touch with me whenever if you have any questions." And she meant it. She wouldn't extend this courtesy to many. "I'll make certain to get in touch with you soon. And I"ll definitely be contacting you over the journals soon enough." Which was the truth. She wanted to make sure that the other woman dealt with the news in a good manner.

She watched as Delaney paid the money she owed and left. Anabel stayed at the desk for a few moments longer, making sure that the other woman had plenty of time to be good and away from St. Mungo's. After all she didn't think for a moment that Brunnings wouldn't actually go out and try to find her to talk go her again and she wanted to give her at least a little reprieve from that. And once she was certain that she was good and gone she turned and headed back to work, shooting a dark look at Brunnings that sent him jogging away from the desk quickly where he'd been trying to convince the desk worker for the file Anabel had just turned in.

"Miserable little rat."

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