HEALER

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐂 . . .

her hands hold one another in front of her abdomen, a solemn smile glittering along her lips as features seem serene. " another wonderful turnout, wouldn't you say ? "

left post context: it is an image of the piano that had been her one piece of entertainment at her family estate, an old friend, which she had been rumoured to have been set alight after her escape to max's arms. the photo was posted as soon as she found out, for she lost a friend that day. a source of happiness and distraction from the world her childhood had become. right post context: posted a few years before the battle of hogwarts, the image showcases a young gwen and max in an enamoured embrace mid dance - the song playing was love me tender and was the song of their first dance from their wedding. the few photos that do feature on her instagram often involve max, lily and their lives prior to disaster. it is clear from the image that gwen is carefree and relaxed.

context: here we have one of gwen's rare instagram posts and it's even one of those photo carousels - she's a tech genius now! she still lives in the townhouse in london which she shared with max and their daughter, she hasn't changed many things over the last decade and it shows. the colourful accents throughout the house were max's choices - those bathroom tiles where a battle which he one - and now she lives in this large home all alone. she is currently considering renting one of the spare rooms out.

the patient gwen is treating snickers at astoria's declaration, earning a stern glare from the mediwitch before a silencing pat on the arm - she would speak to the young repeat patient later. " rest, i will be back to check on you in an hour before discharge, okay pete ? " a firm nod leaves gwen satisfied before she turns and offers a kind smile to the young woman, a hand gently hovering at astoria's elbow to guide her away from the bed. " and that is nothing to be ashamed of, miss greengrass. " perhaps gwen sees her own daughter in the young woman - lily would be coming up to twenty six this year if she were still breathing - and perhaps that is why her voice softens, her cheeks ache, as does her heart. " can i tell you a secret ? i have a emetophobia, in fact . . . many of the medics you see have something that effects them, even the big scary doctors. "

ft. astoria ( @lifefuls )

ft. niko ( @monstrovs )

" the fish eyes comment makes me think of the monster from the green lagoon . . . " a pause. " though . . . taller than me and big hands too ? and a little fur never hurt a girl, i suppose. "

" arcachon bay, it's where we would spend our summers together. " max and i.

" i love you. "

if you had asked a few years ago, then gwen would have said they would wither, die and crush beneath her feet. however, as the grief is less likely to swallow her whole and her heart is opening to the good memories, she finds herself wanting to protect the gentle things in life.

she's still a yaxley in her genes and it definitely comes out when a betrayal has been sown. she won't be one of those to argue or throw a fit face-to-face, no. gwen would slowly and slightly belittle, whisper rumours and spill awful secrets (whether true or not, well who cares) - a great example was of her time at beauxbatons when another girl had been her friend only to get close to her max. that was a no-no. gwen's pretty sure she's living in romania now.

"twenty three days?!" the medi-witch has to stop herself from spitting the expensive red from between her lips as she stares at her - friend? acquaintance? fellow widower? - incredulously. "you cannot be serious, hana, surely?" placing down her glass, gwen studies the auror with keen interest. was she counting? even gwen had brought some warmth back into her heart here and there - in an office, a closet, behind a shop - to feel something. these days sometimes thats all you need. to feel something, anything. "have you got a special calender set up for such rendevouz?"

she just wanted her secrets back, she didn't want 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 to know anything about her anymore.