and so the story told

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She sat in the staff room trying to catch her breath for a few minutes of the day before getting back to work. The girl was completely exhausted after signing up for so many shifts over the last few days. However she couldn’t blame the job completely because every time she tried to sleep it never worked anyways. When she heard the staff room open she quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Thankfully it was Terry, it was always easier with a member of the New Order, less excuses need to be made or lies to cover up the truth told. He knew how she was feeling Anthony was poisoned in a room a few floors away and they’d all lost Kingsley too. Despite this Susan was still embarrassed for not holding it together at work. “Sorry Terry, i’ll get out your way.” Susan apologised trying to collect herself with a fake smile and scoot her things over to the other side of the table. 

Anthony had given them a brief rundown on what had happened, anything that he could give without putting Terry and Michael in danger of course. While Terry and Ernie had fought more than they had ever exchanged kind words, his loss still hit the Ravenclaw hard and he couldn’t help but think back to that one time they had come together to get along in the Flint state bathroom. He also couldn’t help but think about how he’d only talked to Ernie a few weeks back and they’d been arguing over stupid healer patient confidentiality. That was the last thing that he’d ever said to the boy. It hit him hard. “No, you don’t have to move,” he said. Susan and Ernie had been close and it was easy to see how affect she was by everything. “You know, you don’t have to be here working. I could pick up your shifts.”

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Anthony took Mike’s hand immediately, without a second thought. He remembered all too well what it felt like to sit on the other side of this equation. Guilt ate at his stomach. Even if he’d so much rather him end up in the hospital bed than either of them, he hated to cause them worry. And they had both so obviously worried.

“I’m gonna be okay.” He told Mike, giving himself a quick once over before adding, “Look, I’m not even purple any more. That’s really nice. You didn’t have to wait too long, did you? I don’t know how long I was out.”

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Michael shoved his face into the over-bleached, too chemical smelling scratchy sheets of the hospital bed when Anthony kept speaking. The quiet had been as nice as it had been terrifying. Terry could answer the questions. He was the healer. His brain hadn’t comprehended anything past poisoned and St. Mungo’s before he side-alonged Terry here with him. Merlin, he nearly brought Walter in his fucking hast. Picking his head up after a moment, he inspected the hand Anthony had given him and looked for any hint of purple at all. He had looked like that girl from the muggle film of the chocolate factory when they had gotten there. Wonko’s. “Idiot.”  

He squeezed Anthony’s hand lightly, hiding his face once more and feeling far too much like they were hiding out in the Room of Requirement for comfort. They just needed El and Pads and they’d be set. Fuck this. The whole country. The whole war.

Terry pushed back from where he’d been watching along the edge of the room, walking over to the two boys and resting his hand in Anthony’s locks. It had been tense before the boy had woken up, Terry and Michael spending most of the time in silence and the rest cursing Merlin for Anthony getting injured. “You were out for a few hours,” Terry finally mustered. “Then they forced you to swallow some potions and you fell asleep for longer.”

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the dumbest ravenclaws

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“What?” He snapped, head turning to Terry in surprise. “Who?” He rifled through the people in his office for a moment. “Isn’t that a breach of your healer oath or something?” He cleared his throat and returned to his browsing of the parchment at the stall in front of him. “Williams has been looking like he could keel over any day now. Is that who you mean?” Ernie asked, instantly forgetting that medical history was something that should be private. “Or are you asking about a more important person in the building?”

“It’s only a breach if I tell you who it is.” Which he almost had to be fair but Ernie didn’t need to know about that. Which also now meant that Terry couldn’t confirm or deny if Williams was in fact the person he had to drag out. He’d have to sneak up to the person and make sure Ernie wasn’t watching him and Merlin yeah he might as well just tell him. “I don’t think they’d send me if it was someone really important, Williams will do. That’s why you don’t skip your healer’s appointments.”

She nodded her head, figuring it best not to go too far into detail as to what her parents did since that would be a very long explanation. Mostly due to their difference in practice compared to how wizards did things. Both were very fascinating and she’d love to learn more of the muggle ways but she honestly preferred wizarding methods. “Oh that’s not nice!” She chided but laughed regardless. She hadn’t worked much with Draco Malfoy but she’d certainly heard a lot about him. While they were in school and now, his reputation definitely preceded him. “Really? Sometimes I worry that it’s only going to get worse.” Though that was mostly due to personal reasons but she also wasn’t going to explain that. 

Terry laughed along with her. It wasn’t too much of a dig, just a fact in his opinion. He was sure others could say the same about his hospitality as well, he had a problem with getting a little short tempered sometimes. Especially around Ernie or Michael whenever he saw them at the hospital. “I think it’s easy to fall into that since it prepaires us for bad situations. After the Second War I would hope we’ve learned our lession,” he explained. Certainly things couldn’t get as bad as the Voldemort days so soon after his defeat. “We’ve got good people on our side.”

It had been a quiet winter. No new whispers of some evil takeover plan Terry Boot had in store and no appearances of a blonde boy sporting bloody noses or bruises under his shirt. That had been the last time that Terry had seen Ernie. In the bathroom of the Flint Estate all beat up by Terry’s two best friends.

That’s why when he ran into Ernie again he felt, maybe underwhelmed. The Hufflepuff looked just the same as anytime Terry had seen him before and maybe in the mood to fling insults. Couldn’t be worse than Michael. “Um, how have you been?” he asked, rocking a bit on his feet. He wasn’t getting paid enough for this. “I’ve been told I need to convince one of your coworkers to go to his checkups.”

Roderick continued his act, his brows furrowing at the name as if he hadn’t recently acquired the business in a deal before he left. He wasn’t a secret keeper but perhaps he should look into getting one. Exclusivity was rarer as the world grew more progressive by the day. “Really? Well, I’m afraid I haven’t heard of anything going by that sort of name. If I see someone in distress, I’ll make sure you’re found. That is if you’re still in the immediate vicinity.”

Every once in a while Terry got lost. A really horrible thing to happen to someone who’s job it was to find those in need but something that happened to everyone. He was sure he’d followed the directions correctly and yet still the place was nowhere to be seen. Merlin this was not good, what he didn’t want to do was have to apparate back to St. Mungo’s and start all over. “Ah yes well this isn’t looking good.” Terry looked back around to see if he could spot the name on any of the buildings. “Sorry to hold you up, thanks for helping.”

Anthony will make you invite me, it’d be rude of you not to. Especially when you stole my own books for your research. Can’t hide from me forever.

When are you coming back to physical therapy? 

Well, where’s your research? See that you must not have any if you’re going through all my books. Not nearly as bad as Anthony though at least you can walk around and sit places. 

You can’t uninvite me.

Not like you have to use every idea she tells you. What’s wrong with asking? Better than you throwing a shit party. 

Did you go through my house? I don’t remember lending you any of my books. Try a library.

Play games? Eat food? Presents? Shouldn’t you ask Lisa about any of this she’d probably know better than me.

Don’t call my books stupid.

“Club?” Roderick parroted back, a look of cool confusion upon his features. “What club could you be trying to find here?” It was a perk of the years of magic that had gone into this building, not to mention the exorbitant membership fees. The sound from inside the doors in front of them didn’t carry out, the idea of any sort of revelry occuring was just preposterous. “If you gave me the name of what you were trying to find perhaps we could locate you a map. Or a compass.”

“King of Pentacles I believe?” Never heard of it before himself but he’d be an idiot not to memorize the name of the place he was supposed to be going to help someone. However he wasn’t sure if the person he was talking to was going to be of any help. Whether that was because they didn’t know where the place was or they were purposely pretending not to Terry didn’t know. “There’s someone who called for a medic so maybe if you’ve seen anyone in distress either.” 

location: estelle apothecary shop status: open

following the long holidays and weekend, luna was excited to be back at work and went in with a happy smile. it was always good to have a routine even if it was as mundane as this but it was also something that luna loved. before the shop opened, she made sure everything was in stock as much as possible before brewing whatever potions she needed to for ready to use on the shelves. it didn’t take long and they would all be done by the time foot traffic began. she turned the open sign and waited.

it was probably not until later that people started walking in and luna looked up from her book and writing. “oh, hello. how are you? were you looking for something in particular? with a new year, have you read your horoscope yet? if not, there is still time! it’s best to know what is to be expected sometimes.”

Despite the fact that Luna was no stranger to Terry he never knew what exactly to say to her or how he should act around her. That problem was magnified now that she and Anthony were seeing each other. Should he mention it? No, that’d be weird. Should he act friendlier? She was always so friendly herself that he doubted Luna would comment on it. Merlin what would Michael do? Would that even be a good example? These questions were stupid.

“Does our horoscope make a difference in medicine or potions?” That seemed like a question that trainee healer Terry should know but in his defence he’d never like horoscopes or divination.