☠: YOUR MUSE HAS DIED, THIS IS HOW MINE REACTS.
She knew that the Order had been on a mission that night, so when she heard the screaming all the way from the Spell Damage ward, Mary’s mind flew straight to the worst. She had too many friends in the Order not to be scared every time there was some mention of Death Eater skirmishes, every time there was news of someone being admitted for injuries won in battle. Patients of the closed Janus Thickey ward began to lift their heads from their cots as the shouting pierced the silence, but Mary didn’t notice. Her mind was flooded with images of her friends, their laughs and their smiles and the realization that there was a possibility she could never see one of them again. Dropping the tray of whirring silver instruments, she tore through the door and down the hall, following the shouts to the Emergency Confine. She shouts were cut off abruptly by the slam of a heavy door, and Mary cursed herself for not reacting sooner. After the door was closed, they would not let anyone else in. She skidded to a halt outside the door, wildly pounding her fists against it, hoping that they would allow her in just this once. Mary had to know, and the silence was deafening. After what seemed like ages, her fist flew forward into open air. The door had flown forward. For a second, she thought that she had gone hard of hearing…surely, if a patient’s life was on the line, there would be a bit more heightened sense of urgency. Then again, they had time to open the door. Mary walked forward slowly, passing the mediwitches and mediwizards and their solemn expressions, just far enough to see the ruffled red hair of the man who lay very still on the gurney, his thick rimmed glasses hanging askew from his nose. Mary let out a strangled sob, something pained and unintelligible. Arthur Weasley, his young face ashen and spattered in scarlet. She sank to the ground slowly, squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn’t look at him anymore, couldn’t accept it - wouldn’t accept it. Her bottom lip was pressed so hard between her teeth that she drew blood, and silent tears began to fall down her cheeks. She sat there, crying for a long while, even after all her fellow healers had trickled out of the room.
