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alt_sally_anne) wrote2011-08-30 12:29 am
alt_sally_anne) wrote2011-08-30 12:29 am
I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good
I spent most of the evening covered in other people's blood and my dress robes are shredded and my rat has been trembling in my sleeve for hours.
Pansy and I climbed down out of the Protector's Box because there seemed to be a lot more injuries on level 20. And we'd both learned some mediwizardry at CCF.
There were people who were hurt so badly they'd have died if we hadn't stabilised them. And there were people who were barely scratched but who grabbed onto my sleeves and insisted they were dying and then called me heartless when I pulled away and said there were a lot of people who were hurt worse and those were the ones I could do the most good for. And there were people who were terribly hurt who said 'heal my child first' or 'surely there are others who need you more' and there were people who just sat there and stared into space like they didn't know where they were or what was going on.
And I knew that from where the blast came from, the servants' area was probably even WORSE but I had no idea how to get there and in the meantime there were all these people who were hurt, all around me.
Finally enough real Healers got to the section that they could take over. And Madam Pomfrey answered my message and said she'd go to the servants' area but of course she hasn't told me whether Hermione is all right. And Hermione still hasn't said anything. I hope it's just that she doesn't have her journal with her. Or the ink got smashed in the explosion.
And then they made us all get back into the Protector's Box because there was going to be a 'Demonstration.' All these people gathered down at the bottom of the pitch. Some of them were Council members but most of them were just ordinary people. And they formed everyone into lines and they all saluted the Lord Protector with their wands and then the Lord Protector cast the spell to make the Dark Mark, and then they started running.
They sounded like wolves on the hunt.
Apparently there's a muggle camp not too far from here. It's mostly muggles who actually built the stadium for the QWC.
And now I'm finally back at Pansy's. She loaned me a nightgown and I'm going to bathe and sleep here and go back to the Stretton's in the morning.
The actual game seems like it was about ten years ago.
Pansy and I climbed down out of the Protector's Box because there seemed to be a lot more injuries on level 20. And we'd both learned some mediwizardry at CCF.
There were people who were hurt so badly they'd have died if we hadn't stabilised them. And there were people who were barely scratched but who grabbed onto my sleeves and insisted they were dying and then called me heartless when I pulled away and said there were a lot of people who were hurt worse and those were the ones I could do the most good for. And there were people who were terribly hurt who said 'heal my child first' or 'surely there are others who need you more' and there were people who just sat there and stared into space like they didn't know where they were or what was going on.
And I knew that from where the blast came from, the servants' area was probably even WORSE but I had no idea how to get there and in the meantime there were all these people who were hurt, all around me.
Finally enough real Healers got to the section that they could take over. And Madam Pomfrey answered my message and said she'd go to the servants' area but of course she hasn't told me whether Hermione is all right. And Hermione still hasn't said anything. I hope it's just that she doesn't have her journal with her. Or the ink got smashed in the explosion.
And then they made us all get back into the Protector's Box because there was going to be a 'Demonstration.' All these people gathered down at the bottom of the pitch. Some of them were Council members but most of them were just ordinary people. And they formed everyone into lines and they all saluted the Lord Protector with their wands and then the Lord Protector cast the spell to make the Dark Mark, and then they started running.
They sounded like wolves on the hunt.
Apparently there's a muggle camp not too far from here. It's mostly muggles who actually built the stadium for the QWC.
And now I'm finally back at Pansy's. She loaned me a nightgown and I'm going to bathe and sleep here and go back to the Stretton's in the morning.
The actual game seems like it was about ten years ago.
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But Arista was okay. I mean, once I caught up to her and told her I was going to stay with her. She wanted to hold my hand for a while. But then she wanted me to make her laugh, so I was doing my whole part as Mad Eye's cat. And we were stuck in this sort of window ledge halfway down the stairs and we couldn't go back up and people were just stuffed in there and no one could really move, but we were just sitting there and she was laughing.
I don't know. It was just odd that all that stuff could've happened all in one night and everyone else could be so wound up about it all, and we were just there and it was all right for a while.
I mean, I guess I should feel bad that I wasn't helping a lot of people, which maybe I could've done if I hadn't taken off after her. But, I don't know. I'm pretty useless at Healing stuff. But I can make kids laugh. You know?
Private message to Ron
When I climbed down at first it wasn't to heal people, it was to look for you, because your mum was screaming in the journals and I couldn't see you through the omnioculars anymore and I told her I'd try to find you.
But then there were people everywhere
bleedingwho needed help, andI knew that I needed to do what I could, and trust that you could take care of yourself. And you did. And you took care of Arista.