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"Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible" ROSALINE OWENS half-blood & proud ravenclaw alumni healer

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benjyfenwickers:

Thought as much.

But he didn’t say the comment out loud. Sarcasm took energy, energy he didn’t have right now even if he was teetering between the line of too tired and painfully lucid. He winced, fingers of one hand curling in on themselves as his chest moved of its own volition.

That’s why I’m still here.

I’d rather you weren’t.

He couldn’t say that either. He knew what kind of answer he’d get- it’s for your own good. Even if his own good involved the fountain of tears by his bed. And she was a little oblivious too, it seemed, though he doubted he would have answered her question even if she’d asked it. She’d figure it out if she tried hard enough. He wasn’t too sure who had come in before him, or if he was a few of the first injured that had been brought in from the wedding- oh, he should ask after his friends, he should ask after Hestia, but another sharp wince cut him off before he could, the heavy throb in his head met with a ringing in his ears.

“…Fuck if I know, Dr.”

         Clearing her throat, Rosie lifted her hand from where it was as soon as she saw him wincing, turning fully to him to inspect him quickly. At the time being there wasn’t much she could do about any of his pain except wait it out as she was instructed, and call for extra help if it became all too serious.

           “Alright. I’ll take that as a yes, Mister... Fenwick.”

           She whispered nonchalantly, making some notes of her own. Not that she was okay with him hurting, but the scare had passed and all that was left to do was to ensure he was comfortable until he got better; which, Rosaline guessed, included letting him know how the rest of the people, rushed in as suddenly as he was, were doing.

           “We... saw and treated many others before you. They’re doing fine. Some are doing just like you, some are better than that. I mean, if that helps you in some way...?”

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benjyfenwickers:

He didn’t know what was worse. The pain or the sheer amount of noise flooding his head. People were yelling things. One girl was crying, saying things she didn’t mean. Their thoughts were no better, working at ten times the speed he could handle right now, echoing their loud voices. He didn’t want to sleep anymore. Couldn’t, even if he wanted to.

He didn’t know when the long, revolving door of doctors and healers had left the room. Everything was still so chaotic, people yelling in the next room over, more voices floating into his head, desperate and grieving and in pain. A hospital then? He was in a hospital, he decided. Fantastic. He hated hospitals. They were never quiet and he needed quiet right now. 

He was silent for a while until he realized he still wasn’t fully alone, his eyes still closed. It was hard to, with all of the voices. Fuck. Empathy chick. He didn’t need to listen to any more of that right now. He tried shifting some, uncomfortable. A knot formed between his brows as he could feel the bones of his ribs start to mend themselves. He was silent for a while more. He didn’t feel much up to actual words. 

“…Think it’d probably be too much to ask for a nap.”

Concussion. He thought he’d heard that word thrown around.

        “I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” 

        Rosie granted, now fully back to her own senses. She recovered fairly quickly after helping out whoever it was that needed it. Her cheeks were still puffy, as well as her eyes, but she was composed now, more or less. 

         “You... were hurt pretty badly, though I don’t think I need to say that. After everything we got done, it’s pretty obvious you’re in a fair amount of pain. That’s why I’m still here.”

         That and also some healers had had enough of her peculiar way of tending to people, most surely. They couldn’t be to blamed, and despite them wanting her to transfer somewhere else, most preferably a maternity hospital, well... Rosie wouldn’t budge. She wasn’t supposed to ask what had happened but at this time, seeing him like this, she couldn’t help but to wonder. Still, instead of saying anything else she focused on one of the white corners of the room and rested one of her hands on the feet of the bed.

          “Is anything, other than your ribs getting better?”

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@benjyfenwickers​

        Rosie still hadn’t gotten used to people asking what the Hell she was doing working at a Hospital when she couldn’t keep her emotions in check. It became even more obvious that she didn’t as she kept murmuring, and tearing up as she patched up a man. Not to say her work wasn’t effective, because it was. Rosie was efficient, quick and precise; that didn’t stop her from reacting physically to everything she did.

         More than anything, Rosie was highly empathetic, and felt like reacting naturally helped the person in need. Her body reacted, no matter how hard she wanted it not to show. 

         “Rosie, will you focus?”

         “I AM focused! I need you to get out!” Rosaline replied ultimately. He’ll be fine. They would both be fine once she was done. And done she was, not that long after. 

         At least, she was able to actually breathe as she ran her hands up her face to pull herself together. 

         “Hoof!” She sighed, looking at the man she was treating, and now looking after while she got any more news on the people coming in. “I figure you’re just as exhausted as I am, ey?”

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» Mᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ 001/__: Of Rosaline Herself

      There’s really not much to say, unless you want me to start from the beginning.

If so, oh deary, you’re in for a treat.        My father was the oldest of 8 siblings, he married young, and his wife died during childbirth along with his baby. What about me? You may ask. Well, I wasn’t his wife’s baby, no. I was the product of a rather lame relationship from which my mother escaped as soon as I was born.

      As for my father, well, he sorta… I don’t know how to put this but uh, his youngest sister found him dead in his home. He didn’t slip and hit his head though, he put himself out of his misery and me? The unnamed, unbaptised baby that was crying upstairs with no consolation whatsoever, went straight to live with my aunt, the one who found my father’s body.       Worse thing that could’ve happened.       Don’t get me wrong. My aunt is an amazing woman, with a hell of an amazing gift to write but, just like my father, she’s bitter over a love that couldn’t be despite how much she tried. Growing up listening to her crying, knowing there wasn’t much I could do to make things better wasn’t my favourite thing to do, but she wasn’t always sad. Some days she’d wake me up with The Beatles, and she’d cook pastries for us both, and we’d spend the day playing or going through my pre-Hogwarts education. Those days were alright, I think.

      On the days when she couldn’t drag herself out of bed, I’d go with my grandparents; lovely people. They taught me all of the crap I know about the lamest family to ever exist. I don’t believe much in any of their family lore, and they say it’s because I do not carry their name. See, I carry my mother’s, since my father asked in his will that I was not given his name. My aunt says it’s because he loved me enough not to curse me like that but come on… the man didn’t even bother to give me a name before he passed. My aunt chose Rosalne for me. Thought it was sweet. I don’t think finding out I’m far too vulgar for my size did her any good, but at least I manage to make her laugh.

      I think the hardest time was when I turned eleven, and we all knew I’d be coming to Hogwarts. Dad was the aunt’s favourite brother, and knowing she couldn’t be here to protect me from anyone that tried to hurt me in the same way she was hurt, well… it affected her a lot. The rest of the family had to tag along that september, 1st, fearing that she’d throw herself to the tracks running behind me. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about anyone the way I care about her feelings. Seeing her so tired and devastated made me feel miserable, but there wasn’t much of an option. School was right ahead of me, and I’d see her during the holidays, right? It never got better, we were always a teary mess whenever I had to go. Pathetic.

      I was sorted into Ravenclaw. I’m the second family member to ever be sorted in said house, right after my aunt. The rest were either Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors, but oh well… here we were. I can’t say I was very interested in Academics though, I think I was sorted into Ravenclaw merely because I think with my head instead of my gut or my heart but who knows, really? All I was ever really outstanding at, and still am is boy chasing and even there, I’m lacking.

      I love men. I love men so much I’m pretty sure I’m never going to be able to settle for one. I love me so, so much I don’t let heartbreak interfere with the chase. I’m a little indifferent, but I have been heartbroken once or twice, nothing the Aunt needs to know about. If she knows I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it. Long story short: I should only let myself fall in love for someone who’s willing to take the fall for me as much as I would for him.

      This family and its laws are frankly ridiculous.

      I do wish to have a steady relationship at some point, but uh, I suppose I’m not really attractive to the boys in here. That’s fine, I suppose.

      I wouldn’t complain about feeling a little less like a used rag at times, though.

      Anything else you’d like to know, feel free to ask right away.

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       Rosaline was all kinds of not ready when it all went down. 

       Slight confusion turned into full blast fear as people were rushed inside, some others demanded immediate assistance and a smaller number seemed not to be moving anymore. And despite being used to seeing hurt people and wounds, nothing really prepared Rosie to be on duty for several hours, non-stop, until the noise and the cries for help were finally silenced, for the better or the worse. 

       By the end of it, at least, by the end of the work she had been so busy with, she stood right next to a hallway, leaning against the wall and taking in a deep breath. Healers and mediwizards got by the day’s work like it was nothing; understandably, as they chose said job, but Rosaline’s feelings always got in the way as soon as she let them. Specially now, knowing she couldn’t possible have done anything to make things different for any of those injured in whatever had happened hours earlier. 

        Rosie’s hands rested on her knees, she blinked quickly, in an attempt to keep her tears of exhaustion and impression at bay. She only looked up when she heard someone ask something. So, swallowing back her own anxiousness, she answered.

       “Sorry. Could you repeat that?”