#ufstarter

[Already having woken up once, this time Davey finds himself blinking away a slightly more healthy sleep. He’d been instantly bombarded by his family, Galvin especially intent on giving him a hard time what with thinking he had been trying to show off, before actually getting any semblance of an answer to “what happened”. He’d fallen off his broom, that much was clear. What wasn’t was how. They seemed ready to believe it was his mistake, and even with how fuzzy that day and the weeks before it were, that didn’t feel right.

The only true confirmation had come with regards to his injuries. A few broken ribs and his shoulder almost healed. His legs and the ever tormented knee had collapsed when he hit the ground, breaking in enough places where they needed a bit more time to heal. His head was the main concern. Whiplash from being caught, impact with the ground, and a history of concussions putting him as a wildcard that needed to be watched pretty much constantly. All he wanted to do was sleep.

They let him with the promise of waking him up later for more checks, but when Davey opened his eyes, it wasn’t the healer he’d talked to. He almost shut him again, but instead he groaned and stiffly moved to rub at his face.] Here to lecture me too?

[Marlene had just been by the Leaky Cauldron to pick up her last paycheck and her last box of items from the inn. She had stored all of her things in the Order’s Head Quarters, but Mad-Eye was only giving her until the end of the week to move them elsewhere. It was becoming a difficult decision. Her hope was that Mad-Eye would send her on the up coming mission. Then he would have to let her things remain at the Order while she traveled. The other option was, well, moving back home. She really wanted that mission]

Well, pay check, for your sake, I hope I learn how to budget in the next twenty-four hours...

What do they mean over fifty percent of the class failed the essay?

[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.  

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.

Calm down. All I said was that people really should watch themselves worry in the mirror. Honestly, they’re going to end up with some of the worst wrinkle lines if they can’t control themselves.  

Why is it every time someone says not to worry it seems like it only means there is all the reason in the world to panic?