crash && break
thats what that day was the crash and break of all Mary had known and remembered. At last, the fear and fighting was finally over but that didn’t mean it felt like her world was taken out of her grip. What else did she have left at the end of it all? In a weird way, it felt like, without the war that there was too much peace in this world. What was her life like before the war? She could hardly remember. But that didn’t stop the pain she felt, either. The crushing feeling of loss she felt about losing all of those old friends, about the final fall of the Order, about seeing the school she once called home ripped into a thousand different pieces. Everything about the aftermath that was about to fall made everything worse. Although, the others seemed thankful to have a healer on hand. She spent the hours in the immediate end of the war patching up survivors until they could properly arrive to St. Mungos for a full evaluation and clean up. However, when Molly Weasley invited her to join the rest of the Order and associates in their home for the night, Mary accepted with a lukewarm attitude. It would be nice, of course, to spend some time with those whom remained. But she knew the sad environment she was just about to enter and that held a much lesser appeal. She finished off a few of her ‘patients’ and watched as the last few remaining stragglers from the survivors departed, the Ministry and hospital staff working out ways to handle the bodies which remained. Some still had yet to be identified. She left when she watched two wizards depart with the body of Voldemort. This was only Mary’s second time at the Burrow. The first had occurred about six months before when she was invited over to hold down the house while the others took care of other business for the Order. It was cozy. In fact, Mary loved the place. This visit was not at all comforting, despite the hominess of the building. When the entered she could feel a physically heaviness in the air. It felt like time was slower there. Instantly, whatever upbeatness she held in her mood was snatched away from her. She let out a low breath, offering low ‘hellos’ and condolences for the loss of the fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters and friends that had been lost in the battle. It wasn’t long until she found herself heading outside of the door again for some fresh air. Already the sun was beginning to set. Where did the time go? She couldn’t place it. For a moment, she just considered heading home, but would that really be any better? She wasn’t certain. She closed her eyes, heading inside once more, and somehow, found her way gravitating towards Hermione Granger. Perhaps it was the fact that Hermione was the only other Muggleborn in the house, or the fact that the girl had some air about her that made her seem approachable. She didn’t know why she slid into the seat next to her, but Mary did. And there wasn’t much else she could do to stop it then. “You’re a brave girl, Hermione,” She complimented quietly, the corner of her lips tugging up. “You’ve done amazing work, congratulations.”
