Post by Rowena Jones on Nov 5, 2017 21:11:45 GMT -5
Mary sighed sadly as the woman sobbed in her arms. What a mess. It always hurt Mary when her own were hurt. She'd played the role of caregiver throughout her life. Healer, Nanny, Mother. All those who passed through her care were her children and she'd watched Rowena grow into a formidable woman during her career at Mungos. That sharp, determined, intelligent woman was gone now. Lost in a broken maze that neither Mary nor Max could solve for her. If Rowena wanted out, she would have to find the way herself.
It wasn't impossible. After many years tending the Long Term Spell Damage Ward, Mary had seen the impossible happen. Not often granted, but it did. She had no doubt that if anyone could do it, Rowena would. The biggest issue was that Mary didn't think Rowena wanted to get out. The few moments she'd observed Rowena with Max had all but solidified the dread in her stomach. And with the broken witch chanting continuously about her lost love... well, it didn't take a genius to figure that Rowena thought Max gone. If even his presence, holding her, speaking to her couldn't convince her of the opposite then... Mary was a bit at a loss.
Rowena had been the expert in fixing broken minds, so Mary instead settled in to doing what she could for Rowena's broken body. She slowly disentangled herself from the other woman's desperate hold, humming a lullaby she'd once used with her own children. At first there was panic and a buzz sounded lowly in the air. Untamed magic. Dangerous. Uncontrolled. Mary continued to sing to her patient, stroking Rowena's hair and slowly Rowena joined in and soon both women were humming together as Rowena allowed Mary to check her leg.
The Osliquida Curse. Dark as they came. And ancient. Whoever had done to this to Rowena was not messing around. The leg curved, a bend not a break, the foot sticking out in a way that was just not possible any other way. A bone made liquid and then solidified in impossible positions. The pain of nerves contorted and touched in ways they were not meant to be. It was no wonder that Rowena was mad. But it was amazing that she was not screaming out in constant pain. "Does it hurt dear?" Mary asked, mystified. She'd seen it only once before, back in the War against Voldemort, but her patient had already been attempting to cut off their limb rather than live with the pain, screeching in agonised insanity.
"Hurt? Oh yes. A life of pain. My heart is missing you see? Gone. Beyond my reach. Wont you help me Mary?" Rowena broke off her singing to reply, her amber eyes wide, shining with pain, but not the physical kind. The mental agony she was living was far greater than anything that could have been done to her body.
"Let's fix this body of your first dear. You need to be strong."
"No point. Don't need the body anymore."
The door opened as someone new entered and Mary glanced up startled, before relaxing as she saw who it was. Perhaps Elle could convince Rowena of the benefits of staying in the land of the living.
It wasn't impossible. After many years tending the Long Term Spell Damage Ward, Mary had seen the impossible happen. Not often granted, but it did. She had no doubt that if anyone could do it, Rowena would. The biggest issue was that Mary didn't think Rowena wanted to get out. The few moments she'd observed Rowena with Max had all but solidified the dread in her stomach. And with the broken witch chanting continuously about her lost love... well, it didn't take a genius to figure that Rowena thought Max gone. If even his presence, holding her, speaking to her couldn't convince her of the opposite then... Mary was a bit at a loss.
Rowena had been the expert in fixing broken minds, so Mary instead settled in to doing what she could for Rowena's broken body. She slowly disentangled herself from the other woman's desperate hold, humming a lullaby she'd once used with her own children. At first there was panic and a buzz sounded lowly in the air. Untamed magic. Dangerous. Uncontrolled. Mary continued to sing to her patient, stroking Rowena's hair and slowly Rowena joined in and soon both women were humming together as Rowena allowed Mary to check her leg.
The Osliquida Curse. Dark as they came. And ancient. Whoever had done to this to Rowena was not messing around. The leg curved, a bend not a break, the foot sticking out in a way that was just not possible any other way. A bone made liquid and then solidified in impossible positions. The pain of nerves contorted and touched in ways they were not meant to be. It was no wonder that Rowena was mad. But it was amazing that she was not screaming out in constant pain. "Does it hurt dear?" Mary asked, mystified. She'd seen it only once before, back in the War against Voldemort, but her patient had already been attempting to cut off their limb rather than live with the pain, screeching in agonised insanity.
"Hurt? Oh yes. A life of pain. My heart is missing you see? Gone. Beyond my reach. Wont you help me Mary?" Rowena broke off her singing to reply, her amber eyes wide, shining with pain, but not the physical kind. The mental agony she was living was far greater than anything that could have been done to her body.
"Let's fix this body of your first dear. You need to be strong."
"No point. Don't need the body anymore."
The door opened as someone new entered and Mary glanced up startled, before relaxing as she saw who it was. Perhaps Elle could convince Rowena of the benefits of staying in the land of the living.
