#xoromilda

[chaserkatie]

@xoromilda​

It felt like forever since Katie had seen Romilda. So much managed to change in so little time. She was no longer playing quiddtich, but that was because her healer had told her not to. It wasn’t directly her choice. It was what was safest for the baby. Speaking of the baby, she was pregnant. That was why Katie had invited Romilda over for some dinner (aka takeout) while Oliver was at practice. She learned that she became bored with no quidditch or training to occupy her. She had to find other things to occupy her time. 

“Long time no see,” Katie greeted her friend with a smile and a hug. “How are you?” 

[chaserkatie]

@xoromilda​

When Katie was released from St. Mungo’s, she couldn’t describe how happy she was to be home in her own apartment. The hospital room after a couple of weeks had become a bit of a drag. When she’d finally gotten the clearance to go, she asked Oliver to get her the hell out of there as soon as possible. The first few nights were the worst. Nightmares, anxiety attacks, splitting headaches. The healers had warned Katie that she needed to take it easy and recover. She’d been through a traumatic experience. After another week, she was beginning to feel almost back to normal. Oliver still watched her like a hawk, but she felt like she could actually function. If she could get back to quiddtich, maybe she’d feel 100%. 

Katie was sitting on her couch when there was a knock on the door. She got up with little hesitation, thankful that Romilda had owled before just coming over. She probably would have panicked more if someone had just shown up. Opening the door, Katie smiled at her friend. “Hi,” she murmured, before pulling her friend in for a hug. “How are you?”