Leap Year: 1995 - Open
[Miriam pushed out of the door to St. Mungo’s choosing to walk instead of apparate to her destination. Hoping to clear her mind a little. The time following holidays were the worst, seeing poor Neville come to the hospital to visit a mother and father who couldn’t remember him. It broke her heart every time, watching him grow up from afar she felt as if each inch he grew marked off the times she had failed to find a solution. She remembered her youthful ideas of being able to make a difference. Somewhere in her mind she had been so determined to waltz into the long term ward when she got a chance and start to make a difference. Â
Then Alice and Frank had been brought in. She was like a soul possessed determined to prove she could handle the responsibility of the long-term ward. She’d become the youngest healer ever assigned to the ward. However, all these years later she understood why no one stayed this long. Nothing helped. Not her blind cheerfulness that no one even noticed or the research or new methods. She couldn’t give up, she wanted to find some way to give Alice and Frank a second chance. She’d recently found little victories in helping Gilderoy regain the abilities that would be required of him to return to living independently. However, today she’d felt it all crash around her. She should have had someone check the plant she knew she was terrible with plants, but it had been a gift and she was distracted. Now, she wasn’t certain she’d have a chance to help anyone at all. Too lost in her own thoughts  she didn’t realize there was someone in her path until it was too late she was colliding with someone.] I’m so, so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.













