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Who: Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom
What: Hospital visit
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Two weeks post-poisoning
Rating: G
Status: Complete

Not as much physically, as the stomach pain was to be expected. It was the emotional pain that was a constant, that couldn't be dulled by the pain potions. The conversation days after she'd woken up had really hit her, the one where the healer-in-charge reminded her that she'd likely never be able to bear children. She didn't tell Ron yet; she wanted more time to process this on her own. And really, she kept trying to reason that she was in fact lucky to be alive.

It was a sunny morning, quiet in the intensive magical care ward, though Hermione kept the curtains of her room mostly closed, allowing just enough light so that she could see her knitting needles enough so she wouldn't stab herself and give the mediwizards more reason to fret over her. She sat up in her bed, knitting the muggle way as it took much more concentration as opposed to using magic.

Threaded | Flat

Neville poked his nose around the doorjamb. He'd tried to visit a few times, but she'd either been asleep or already with visitors every time. He was glad to see that he would actually finally get to see her.

"Care for a visitor?" he asked, coming into the room. He was carrying a small pot, in which there was a flower with all sorts of tendril-like leaves - more like a cross between a vine and a very tiny shrub, really - and a shimmery blue blossom.

Hermione furrowed her brow and listened with great intent, biting back a smile at the fact that he reminded her of-- well, herself-- deep in thought, needing to verbalize every cognition so she wouldn't forget a step.

"It's a clever potion- I've never heard of anything so covertly deadly that's colourless and odorless. Perhaps you'd have more luck if you ask the Aurors for the cup of soup? I'm sure they're keeping it for testing purposes. Ron and Harry would definitely get you in there to test a sample, if you'd like to..."