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hogwashWho: Katie & Open, especially to Weasleys and Harry
What: Waiting
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Early evening, the day of Hermione's poisoning
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
There was nothing left for Katie to do but wait. She'd owled the people she thought the most important, and now she sat in the waiting room at St. Mungo's, leaning forward. Her long, narrow hands were folded into a steeple, forefingers pressed together, elbows resting on her knees. After a few moments, she got up from her chair to pace to the window, folding her arms. The sun was beginning to set, long ashen shadows stretching out from the base of the trees, sunlight breaking out underneath the covering of clouds. It was still raining, a spattering that intensified and siphoned off by turns, and the droplets were like darts of amber in the fading light. Katie rubbed her hands through her wild hair and thought, for one idle and peculiar moment, that she ought to have owled George too.
It was strange to wait here, lost in a fog of concern for a woman she only knew from her school days, a woman that was little more than an acquaintance now, and yet Katie's guts still twisted with anxiety. She knew that for Ginny's sake she had to stay, a guardian in her stead, and so she waited.
What: Waiting
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Early evening, the day of Hermione's poisoning
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
There was nothing left for Katie to do but wait. She'd owled the people she thought the most important, and now she sat in the waiting room at St. Mungo's, leaning forward. Her long, narrow hands were folded into a steeple, forefingers pressed together, elbows resting on her knees. After a few moments, she got up from her chair to pace to the window, folding her arms. The sun was beginning to set, long ashen shadows stretching out from the base of the trees, sunlight breaking out underneath the covering of clouds. It was still raining, a spattering that intensified and siphoned off by turns, and the droplets were like darts of amber in the fading light. Katie rubbed her hands through her wild hair and thought, for one idle and peculiar moment, that she ought to have owled George too.
It was strange to wait here, lost in a fog of concern for a woman she only knew from her school days, a woman that was little more than an acquaintance now, and yet Katie's guts still twisted with anxiety. She knew that for Ginny's sake she had to stay, a guardian in her stead, and so she waited.
