Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 15:34:40 GMT -5
I WOULDN'T MIND
It had been a heck of a day already. She hadn’t expected to end up in St. Mungo’s when she’d gone horseback riding this morning. Maggie knew that she wasn’t the most graceful person in the world, but she hadn’t expected spraining her ankle or getting some random rash from the plant she’d fallen on. It was her luck, really. She should have expected something like that to happen to her, but she was usually fine when she was horseback riding. She was more graceful on a horse or flying than she was when walking--but of course, she hadn’t fallen off of her horse. She had fallen walking when she’d stopped at a stream. But she was feeling better now. That was what mattered. Contessa had found her and had taken her here. She knew that there was a good chance she would have still been on that trail if she hadn’t found her. Getting back on the horse with a sprained ankle would have been hard enough, let alone riding him all the way back to the stables.
Being at the hospital without her parents was odd. She was prone to injuries, since she was just generally a clumsy person, but she had never been to a healer or to the hospital without at least one parent with her. Maggie knew that she could have tried to track down her sister. Prim was working today, she had been decently sure, but then it had turned out that Contessa had gotten ahold of her mum for her which was… a relief. She might be sixteen years old and nearly an adult but that didn’t mean that she liked the idea of being hurt in a hospital by herself. Even if she wasn’t that hurt. That was just not the issue. She was just glad that Contessa had told her mum what had happened and that she had shown up. Now they could just go home, and she wouldn’t have to figure out how to get home on her own. She couldn’t wait until she could apparate--it would make everything just so much easier.
Her mum was still talking to the healer, so she had gone to get the prescription that she needed herself. It was just for the rash, but she had to admit that she’d sort of stopped listening to what the healer had been saying. She didn’t know if it was a potion or some kind of cream to put on it. She figured that it would be pretty obvious once she actually had it, but she knew that she probably should have been listening. If her mum found out that she hadn’t been, Maggie would likely never hear the end of it--but she knew her mum was listening, so it wasn’t as if she was going to accidentally try to drink a salve or put a potion on her hands and arms instead of drinking it. If it wasn’t obvious and if the pharmacist didn’t specifically say, then at least her mum would have been paying enough attention to know what she was supposed to do with it.
She sort of hoped that it was a salve, really. Potions just had a tendency of tasting unpleasant--she thought that they should have figured out how to fix that by now. The line for the pharmacy wasn’t all that long. There was just a few people ahead of her--some looked like patients, some looked like healers, and she couldn’t help but fidget a little as she waited. For as prone she was to getting hurt in rather stupid ways, she didn’t really like being at the hospital. She couldn’t even imagine working here like Prim did. Maggie took a look around, wondering if thinking about her sister would just pull her out of thin air. She was somewhere after all, but clearly not here. Finally, it was her turn and she stepped up to the window. “Um--hi. I need to pick up a… something.” She set the prescription on the counter, now feeling a little silly that she hadn’t been paying enough attention to even know what to call it.
Being at the hospital without her parents was odd. She was prone to injuries, since she was just generally a clumsy person, but she had never been to a healer or to the hospital without at least one parent with her. Maggie knew that she could have tried to track down her sister. Prim was working today, she had been decently sure, but then it had turned out that Contessa had gotten ahold of her mum for her which was… a relief. She might be sixteen years old and nearly an adult but that didn’t mean that she liked the idea of being hurt in a hospital by herself. Even if she wasn’t that hurt. That was just not the issue. She was just glad that Contessa had told her mum what had happened and that she had shown up. Now they could just go home, and she wouldn’t have to figure out how to get home on her own. She couldn’t wait until she could apparate--it would make everything just so much easier.
Her mum was still talking to the healer, so she had gone to get the prescription that she needed herself. It was just for the rash, but she had to admit that she’d sort of stopped listening to what the healer had been saying. She didn’t know if it was a potion or some kind of cream to put on it. She figured that it would be pretty obvious once she actually had it, but she knew that she probably should have been listening. If her mum found out that she hadn’t been, Maggie would likely never hear the end of it--but she knew her mum was listening, so it wasn’t as if she was going to accidentally try to drink a salve or put a potion on her hands and arms instead of drinking it. If it wasn’t obvious and if the pharmacist didn’t specifically say, then at least her mum would have been paying enough attention to know what she was supposed to do with it.
She sort of hoped that it was a salve, really. Potions just had a tendency of tasting unpleasant--she thought that they should have figured out how to fix that by now. The line for the pharmacy wasn’t all that long. There was just a few people ahead of her--some looked like patients, some looked like healers, and she couldn’t help but fidget a little as she waited. For as prone she was to getting hurt in rather stupid ways, she didn’t really like being at the hospital. She couldn’t even imagine working here like Prim did. Maggie took a look around, wondering if thinking about her sister would just pull her out of thin air. She was somewhere after all, but clearly not here. Finally, it was her turn and she stepped up to the window. “Um--hi. I need to pick up a… something.” She set the prescription on the counter, now feeling a little silly that she hadn’t been paying enough attention to even know what to call it.
