septimus gideon. (septimus) wrote in parsellemouthe,
@ 2008-02-14 22:40:00

WHO: Septy and Ceddy.
WHEN: VALENTINE'S DAY.
WHAT: A trip to St. Mungo's!

He knew it, he just knew it! Cedrella was sick before, and hadn't done anything on the matter, and of course she was sick again! And Septimus had told her, he had said for her to go and get looked at by a healer. But did she? Of course she didn't. And now, Septimus was on his way over, leaving the broom behind entirely and deciding to Apparate instead. It was quicker and Cedrella didn't like riding on the broom, anyway.

After telling Cedrella to be ready, or as ready as she could be, Septimus slipped on his cloak and grabbed a handful of knuts and sickles, just in case. Sliding his wand into his concealed pocket, he slid out the door and with a CRACK, he'd gone. The plan was to sneak into the house, and by any means necessary, get Cedrella out. How well it would go was yet to be seen.

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cedre
2008-02-15 06:01 am UTC (link)

Cedrella, who was seated in the Black family's garden with a warm wooly sweater wrapped comfortably around her arms to guard off the chill, relocated herself to her current location shortly after sending off her owl and now waited not-so-patiently for Septimus's arrival. Though she had insisted that she was well, that she had no need for a Healer, it wasn't very much longer before Cedrella realized she was very much in the wrong. She had spent much of the previous evening being sick and when this sickness--whatever it was--hadn't passed by the morning, Ced knew she had to stop being a proud baby and do something.

Yes, Pride stopped her from saying anything, but guilt and self-preservation inspired her to ask for his help. She knew he would worry if he didn't know where she was, or what was going on, and she wanted him there with her more than she wanted anybody else beside her. Thus, as Cedrella sat on the bench in the cool English garden, waiting for the dewdrops of the morning frost to pass, and waiting more importantly for Septimus to arrive.

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septimus
2008-02-17 04:12 am UTC (link)

If Septimus, in his head, had any sort of grandiose delusions about himself, they would be of him being some class of hero, or otherwise a very grand and otherwise upstanding citizen. As soon as he had apparated into the Black family's Victorian Garden, he knew that Cedrella would be in her room. She always left a crack of it open, for times when Septimus would do exactly as he was doing at the very moment, which was sneaking in. Hoping not to be seen by Mrs. Black (who he was actually quite terrified of but would never admit it), Septimus took to the walls outside of the house.

And, spying the vines crawling along the stone and grout, how they grew and connected and intertwined along the picket up the side of the house, Septimus had his plan to get up to her window. Usually he had his broom, but this was a different situation entirely. Not only was Cedrella sick, but she also hated flying. So it had to be done in the intrepid and explorer-like way. Septimus fit one of his trainers through the picket and, grasping onto a vine and another diamond shaped hole, hoisted himself up. With a sense of triumph as he climbed (and ignoring how painful it was, having to pull his entire body weight up with little holes in the picket that could barely fit his enormous gigantic huge feet, and risk not falling and possibly breaking something), Septimus felt like a regular explorer.

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cedre
2008-02-17 05:18 am UTC (link)

Cedrella sighed as she waited, checked the small pocket watch in her cloak, and sighed again. Was she going to have to have words with Septimus? She didn't want a fight, not when she was feeling so poorly, but he was taking far too long. Cedrella mentally contemplated the pros and cons of leaving without him when she heard rustling sounds, and the creak of a whole body's weight upon the ivy-strewn trellis that led up to her window.

It had to be him, because no one else was awake, and she was expecting him, but still Cedrella's heart pounded with terror--probably from reading too many of those racy novels that she hid from her mother in the loose floorboard in her closet. Cedrella stepped cautiously around the corner with her hand on her wand, which she kept steady in her pocket in case she needed to use it. Determined, Cedrella rounded on the fellow before her and saw--

"Septimus?" She squinted up at her fiancé, whose lanky body dangled precariously from the picket along the wall of her family home. All Cedrella could do for a moment was gape at him in perceivable surprise, but it was only the work of a moment before her moment of stunned silence had passed. She released her wand and perched her hands on her hips, looking more matronly consternation and less frightened surprise. "What are you doing? Nevermind that, get down, before you break something." The last thing they needed was to take Septimus to the Healers for a broken bone as well.

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septimus
2008-02-17 06:00 am UTC (link)

Septimus was a star. Climbing more and more up the wall, scaling it like it was a tree to be climbed up, Septimus could feel nothing but triumph for his actions. It was easier to climb now, too, he was getting better and developing a rhythm. He was almost past the first story! Oh, the look on Cedrella's face when he came through her window, when he knocked, holding himself up with his elbows leaning on the windowsill. It would truly be something worth talking about. How Septimus Weasley Saved His Fiancee's Life By Scaling The Wall Outside Her Room And Whisking Her Away To Safety. It would be brilliant. It would be fantastic..

Smiling, Septimus could just imagine the look of surprise on her face, and hear the joy in her voice..He could hear it already, her quizzically asking him what he was doing there on the wall.. And. Oh. Septimus took a look around and found Cedrella on the ground, squinting up at him. "Oh!" he said stupidly, noticing for the first time that he was actually climbing up a wall like a crazy person. "Hallo Ceddy," he added with an awkward smile, moving now instead to place his foot down along the wall and go back towards the earth.

Only his foot slipped, and, taken by surprise, he crumpled and fell back down. Which wasn't exactly his plan, but he did the best he could. Luckily, there were hedges to break his fall.

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cedre
2008-02-17 06:29 am UTC (link)

Cedrella rushed forward to help him regain his footing, all the while murmuring and making tsk-ing sounds. "Sep, what were you doing up there? You could've broken something, and then I'd have been the one taking care of you all day." There was a vague hint of annoyance to her tone, but it was somewhat directed at herself; she should have known Septimus would try something delusional--or overly romantic. Ced smiled and stood on tiptoe to give him a chaste kiss in greeting. "Hi. Shall we go?" And she took his hand in hers, their fingers locking together and fitting just so perfectly.

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septimus
2008-02-17 06:38 am UTC (link)

It wasn't a bad fall, and Septimus was able to pull his lanky frame up and out of the hedges in no time (although his foot got stuck and there was the rather embarrassing show of getting it out again). And then he noticed Cedrella rushing forward and trying to help him, and he immediately responded by cursing himself mentally, placing his arms around Cedrella's tiny little frame, and immediately Apparating away and to London a block away from St. Mungo's. It wasn't safe to stay at her house much longer, anyway.

After they landed, the first thing Septimus did was apologize for the sudden-ness of it, with Cedrella still in his arms. He smiled, sheepishly, and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. Why'd he make her move at all?! While he didn't know she was going to be in the garden, he shouldn't have fallen and worried her. Because she was sick and that was the entire point of the day's excursion. "Sorry about that," he said, kissing the top of her head once he removed his hand. She seemed a bit warm.

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cedre
2008-02-17 07:24 am UTC (link)

Suddenly, Septimus had grabbed her and when Cedrella felt that tugging from behind her navel, she realized with a sense of dread that they were Apparating. As she tried as hard as she could to repel that familiar sick feeling from the pit of her stomach, Cedrella grabbed ahold of Septimus and clung to him until her feet were safely on the ground. She swatted his hand off of her as he began testing for a fever--it wouldn't do to get sick all over him. And yet, nothing could hold back the spasms of nausea and before she knew it, she was being sick all over poor Septimus's shoes.

"Oh-- Ugh," she cried out in frustration; how long had she been sick like this? Cedrella had lost count, and she was fed up. She would go to the Healer, he would heal her and she would be well again, in the name of all things sacred. She would be better, she had to. "I'm sorry," she mumbled to the young man in front of her. She was beyond mortified that he was seeing her like this, just so embarrassed that she was careful not to look him in the eye as she spoke to him.

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septimus
2008-02-20 02:14 am UTC (link)

So maybe it wasn't really a good idea that Septimus had just gone without telling Cedrella. Probably, it was a really bad idea that Septimus now knew he would never, ever try again. You gotta learn from your mistakes somehow, thought Septimus, as he immediately hunched to pull back Cedrella's hair (she would be upset if it was ruined) and tried to remember every scrubbing charm he knew that would right his shoes (he couldn't afford another pair at the moment).

..She really was sick, no denying that.

"All right," he said quietly, deciding to let things go simply out of horror. If it was anyone else, anyone else, they would have gotten an earful, but since it was Cedrella..And since she was sick and Septimus knew it, and since she seemed so upset about The Incident herself, he just shrugged it off. Septimus carefully tucked her hair back behind her ears, nodding his head, shaking off his shoes and pulling out his wand. After a cleaning charm or two, they were good as new, but that wasn't the real concern. "Let's get you in, then," he added, putting his arm around her shoulder and moving on to St. Mungo's and into the reception area.

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cedre
2008-02-21 10:23 am UTC (link)

Fellow visitors were seated at rickety chairs destined to fall apart without the aid of magic and the tables filled with outdated issues of Witch Weekly and the Daily Prophet. All of these things caught Cedrella's eyes and she walked past them with Septimus by her side. Healers in lime green uniforms scurried in and out of the room, not meeting the eyes of any one person as they sought to do their jobs and get out quickly.

The couple approached the reception desk, where a witch with wispy, grey hair and violet eyes sat with a quill in hand. "Which one o' you'se is the patient, an' what's the matter wif ya?"

"I'm sick," Cedrella stated matter-of-factly. As if that wasn't clear enough by her sudden presence at the hospital, but Cedrella wouldn't make much of a fuss. These people were supposed to help her, and they wouldn't do much helping if she was unpleasant.

The witch gave her a withering look and she turned away for a moment to shout, "Jilly!" Almost immediately, a round-faced woman, perhaps around 30 years of age, popped around the corner. Especially excitable, this Jilly clasped Cedrella's hand in her own. "Don't you worry, dear," she gurgled, and Cedrella was reminded of a pleasantly-surprised baby. "We'll get you all sorted out. Step this way," she directed Cedrella and Septimus towards the elevator, and once inside pressed the button labelled '2.'

"While we're not sure what's the matter with you, we're almost positive it can't be anything more than a bug. I mean, you're walking about just fine!" Queue a cheerful giggle, which provoked Cedrella to glance wearily at Septimus. She was tired and ill, and this woman was beginning to grate on Cedrella's already-frazzled nerves, and yet she would have to play at pleasantries with this woman. Cedrella grasped Septimus by the hand and squeezed tightly--whether for comfort or to stop herself from strangling the overly-cheerful Healer, no one could tell.

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septimus
2008-02-23 03:41 am UTC (link)

Trying his absolute best to hide his expression of complete horror at the sight of the round-faced, overly joyous woman, Septimus followed Cedrella silently. While he'd never been to St. Mungo's on his own, he knew the procedure. They would go up and Cedrella would be brought to a room and depending on the problem it would take maybe five minutes or maybe ten minutes or maybe longer. And, while Septimus knew that Cedrella's ailment was nothing serious, he still felt like it could potentially be something terrible.

Probably, it wouldn't. It would be the muggle flu, at the most.

But maybe..

On the second landing up, the nurse led the both of them down another corridor, following a series of rooms on either side. Septimus, growing more and more ill-at-ease with even being at St. Mungo's (It could be something terrible and she could have waited too long and now it could be too late...), still managed to squeeze Cedrella's hand and really, he didn't immediately want to let go. The nurse, Jilly, led them into a room marked "Seven" and instructed the two of them to wait just a moment before leaving once more.

The room was small, and it wasn't at the end of any ward. It was an examination room, illuminated by the windows and the magic so obviously enchanted onto the building itself. "Are you all right?" asked Septimus, encouraging Cedrella to have a seat on an examining bed.

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