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


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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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[info]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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