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a sky full of stars go on and tear me apart

Getting hurt, rather badly, by a dragon had not been what Nell had planned on doing with her day, but she knew that it was something that she was going to have to deal with now. She had let the healer do most everything that he had talked about doing. Reseting bones. Some spellwork on the burns. She knew that it wasn't going to be an easy road to full recovery. Her skin was still raw, and there were bruises up and down her side from the fall she had taken. But she was alive, and more than anything, that was something that she was going to be grateful for. Leaving the hospital in the middle of him going to get something else to give her probably wasn't the wisest move, but she thought that she would be fine. And if she wasn't, she would go back, and apologize for leaving when she had, and ask him to finish fixing her. But he had done a good job. There was no doubting that. She was in pretty good condition compared to the heap that she was in when she had finally gotten away from the dragon this morning.  That had been scary, and no matter how much she knew that things like that could happen, it still wasn't something you were prepared for. You were never actually prepared to get hurt. You were never actually sure what you were going to do. But Nell thought that she was luckiest that she had been at the Institute. If she had been out on her own somewhere, something much worse could have happened. This way she had gotten back to people, and then subsequently to the hospital, in a relatively short period of time. It had taken Healer MacGuffin longer to actually heal her than the whole thing had taken up until that point, and that was when she had started to actually get nervous. That she had done something to herself this time that she wasn't going to be able to just brush off. But that didn't seem to be the case. She was going to have to recover, and she was going to have to take a little time off from field work with the dragons, but she would bounce back. Coming back from this was important to her.  When she had been a girl, in France, and her brothers had been teaching her to ride horses, the most important lesson that they had thought to teach her, was that when she fell off, she had to get right back on the horse, less she become afraid to do so at all. Nell knew that she would be getting back on this horse, so to speak, but she would do so when she was healed. Or at least, more healed than she was now. This had only just happened this morning, after all, and she knew that she was going to need more recovery time than that. Even when she was going to jump right back in. The only dragons that she would be in direct contact with, for a little while at least, were the ones that that Wyatt had gotten her for her birthday. Because they were in her house. And she couldn't very well blame them for something a much bigger version of one of them had done. And even then, it wasn't the dragon's fault. Nell had been in the wrong place, she had been the one intruding into the dragon's space.  That didn't mean that there wasn't someone out there somewhere that was going to blame the dragon. But Nell had gotten between her and her hatchlings, and that was her own doing. No one had put her there, no one had told her to go there. She had gone on her own, to take notes about how they were growing, and if they had all survived another week. Something that, she was glad to report, they had all done. And they all seemed to be growing as well. She would have to see if she could get someone else to go and take notes next week, she wanted the logs to be accurate, even if she had to go and do it herself. Though, with her arm currently bound up, and dressings on her burns, she didn't think that was the best option. Pushing the door to one of the apothecaries that she visited often open, Nell made her way inside, and started collecting the things that she needed for the ointment she intended to make for her burns, and she handed the apothecary the note from the healer, describing the potions he had prescribed, just as she heard someone else come through the door.

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Married.

Again.

How had this happened? Penny thought, looking down at the ring on her finger. It didn’t matter. Hell, nothing mattered. All that mattered was that her family was back together. Penny had moved into the larger side of Hard Hearted, though she’d left a majority of her clothes over on the other side and often retreated over there to write, or grade papers.

They were a bit like children, again, snogging each other whenever they got the chance. Stealing secret looks when the kids weren’t watching. Leaving love letters on pillows when the other was late to rise.

Penny hadn’t been this happy in years.

She was teaching summer tutoring and small classes at Lufkin for the summer, but other than that, Penny was spending her summer with Percy and the kids as much as possible. When she wasn’t at school or out shopping with Terri, she was working on her research. She had a few potions that she’d been tinkering with and MacLeòid’s Apothecary had been one of the best resources that she had found. Although the company dealt specifically with medicinal magic, herbs, and potions, they had potioneering journals that dated back to the early 1400s. It was a gold mine.

Sitting in one of the small chairs near the counter, Penny flipped the page of the book. She hardly noticed when someone else joined her in the shop — after all, that was what the clerk was there for, wasn’t it?

Another filliped page and Penny’s curiosity got the better of her. She stole a glance at the new customer and realized that it was someone familiar. A fellow Order Member. “Perenelle?” Penny asked, raising one of her eyebrows at the woman. She looked horrible. Were those…bandages? And on her wrist…was that a Mungo’s bracelet? She was beginning to get rather concerned with the woman’s appearance and the injuries that she could see. Penny wondered if there were more than she couldn’t see. Immediately, Penny’s mind went to the worst case scenario (though it really shouldn’t have, given what she knew about Flamel’s career as a Dragonologist). She imagined that something had happened with the Death Eaters and Perenelle had been attacked. She stood and moved closer. Lowering her voice, she spoke her next words in hushed tones. “Are you alright? This didn’t have anything to do with the…Order, did it?” she asked.

A Sky Full

Of Stars

This was most certainly not the way that she had anticipated her day going, but in the end, Nell thought that it could have been worse. Healer Elliot MacGuffin had done a good job, and while she was still, and would be for a little while yet, all bandaged up, she thought that he had done his very best. Something about the way that he had taken care of her made her feel like he really got it. That he understood when she said that she wanted to be back out there as soon as possible, and not in the way that a healer would just write you off and tell you that you would be back before you knew it, but in the way that made her think that he just might have wanted to be back out there too.

Nell wasn’t going to ask questions of that sort, she wasn’t going to worry about things like that, but what she could worry about was how she was going to recover. The things that she needed on this list that were going to make this whole process a lot less traumatic. Because she had had her fair share of traumatic for the day, and right now she thought that she was leaning more towards a nap than shopping even, but she needed these things. There were quite a few of the ingredients that she could have gotten from around the grounds of the estate, but she didn’t have the energy for that right now and sending the elves out to do it for her didn’t seem fair. They hadn’t been the ones that had gotten hurt, and she knew that they didn’t know that she was hurt yet at all. That would be a fun conversation.

She was sure that there would be at least one of them threatening to tell her mother, and the others would have been hovering, and making sure that things were okay. Nell loved, them and she had treated them as nicely as she could over the years, and it seemed as though they had come to appreciate it. They were kind to her in return, and it wasn’t a kind to their mistress because they had to be kind. It was that they were actually kind, and thoughtful, and caring, and she tried to act the same way. Today, she knew that they, and Wyatt, and probably if someone did end up calling her mother, she too would fuss over her. And Nell didn’t want to be fussed over. She wasn’t dying, she was just hurt, and that could be the end of that. No one would have to worry about it any further than that.

Of course, she knew that there were people that would. She knew that there were people that would blame the dragon for what had happened, and it had no more been the dragon’s fault than it had been Perenelle’s own. She had been between the mother and the hatchlings when she had arrived over the ridge. And no matter how much of a presence that she had been at the nest since they had first discovered it, she was still too close to the babies for the mother’s liking. She couldn’t fault her for that. And she wouldn’t. Nell didn’t think that she had done it on purpose. She hadn’t attacked her just for the sake of attacking her, and she hadn’t even really come after her. When she had been on the ground, she hadn’t stomped on her, she hadn’t tried to kill her. She had just wanted her away from her babies. It was almost like a mother horse that had reared up and struck out at her, and then snorted and stomped until you left them alone. There had been no direct attack. Not once she was away from the hatchlings.

Looking over at the sound of her name Nell smiled when she recognized the woman that was sitting there. She didn’t even try to hide the bandages from the woman that would probably see them anyway, and no matter how long she hadn’t been a Weasley, Nell thought that she was likely to fuss like one anyway. “Hello Penelope.” She offered her a soft smile, and a nod, and she handed her list to the clerk before she realized that the red headed woman had moved and she was standing close enough to talk in a hushed voice. “No, no, nothing of the sort.” Her smile was a little tired, but other than that, she thought that she would recover well enough. “I’m going to be fine. I just had a minor run in with a dragon… Wrong place, wrong time. I just left Mungo’s…”

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Perenelle was an interesting woman. From what Penny understood, she was a genetic anomaly. A doppelgänger, if you will. A woman that was born over and over again. In many ways, Penny was fascinated by her. Did she have some of the same thoughts as her ancestors? Some of the same questions? Was she just Pernelle reincarnated over and over again? Had their family just been producing the same individual reborn into different — but surprisingly similar bodies? It sounded like something out of a science fiction novel. But it was rude to just probe into someone’s life like that. It was rude to ask questions that you shouldn’t…especially when you just so happened to run into someone in an apothecary.

She would have to remember to mention all of this to Archie when she got home. She somehow guessed her son might find all of this terribly interesting.

“A dragon?!” Penny’s voice was louder than it should have been, especially given the small size of the Macleòid Apothecary. Her shrill exclamation seemed to bounce off of the walls a few times before things finally settled back into silence and the only sound left in the room was the bubbling of potions in the back room. When had she started to sound like Molly? Merlin’s Beard, Molly was rubbing off on her. Great — that was just what she needed. Remarried Percy and now she was turning into his mother.

Sometimes she forgot that people didn’t have mundane, office jobs like she did. She was a professor for Merlin’s Sake, she wasn’t some dragonologist or curse breaker! She didn’t go out every day to risk her life and play with potions. No, she taught kids how to brew fame and bottle glory…isn’t that what Snape always said? But Perenelle was a Dragonologist, which meant stuff like this was probably commonplace for her. “Sorry, a dragon?” She quieted her voice even more now that they were close to one another. She definitely didn’t need to do the ‘classic Molly’ as she’d taken to calling it in her head. “How do you have a run-in with a minor dragon? Aren’t they all classified XXXXX?”

She probably didn’t need to tell Perenelle that. In fact, she knew she didn’t. The woman was a Dragonologist, not an idiot. Penny laughed, then and before long, she was laughing more and more. “Sorry—sorry, I shouldn’t have—of course you already know that—it’s just you looked hurt and I…” She managed to take in a few breaths and calm herself. “I’m glad you’re alright. It looks worse than that, but I’m sure they did a bang-up job. Want me to brew you a quick healing salve? They’ve let me set up shop here for a little while.”

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A Sky Full

Of Stars

She knew that she was lucky. She knew that she was okay, and that was better than whatever could have happened. There were parts of it that she remembered vividly. But there were already parts of it that her mind had seemed to block out. Whether that had been on purpose, or whether it was something that she just had to handle on her own, she didn’t know. What she did know was that they were going to have to try and figure it out. She was going to have to figure it out. Before she got home, and Wyatt started asking questions that she didn’t have the answers to. She wasn’t good at something like that. She wasn’t good at knowing when she was supposed to tell him something. And she supposed that telling him she was in the hospital this morning would have gone on the list, but she hadn’t. She hadn’t done it, and she couldn’t go back and do it now. So, she was just going to have to face whatever anger came from not telling him something like that. Sometimes she was far too independent for her own good. And she knew it. But she hadn’t done anything to change it either.

Nell didn’t honestly know what she had expected out of her day, but a run in with a dragon, collapsing, still a little on fire, in front of a student, and then ending up in St. Mungo’s had not been on the agenda when she had gotten out of bed this morning. Now she thought that she just needed to get her prescriptions filled, because Merlin only knew that she hadn’t used the hospital’s pharmacy… It was the same things, she knew that. But she thought that there was something about going to an actual apothecary that she liked better. Enough so that she had asked to take the prescription herself. And she hadn’t lied when they had asked her if she was going to have someone with her when she got home. She would. Wyatt would be home tonight. There was just the matter of him being angry with her for not telling him that she had gotten hurt in the first place. But Nell didn’t like being babied. She didn’t want to be babied. She had been a soldier, of sorts, once upon a time. She didn’t take well to being treated like she was fragile.

Because she wasn’t fragile. And she found herself chuckling a little bit at Penny’s reaction. “Yes…” She let the echo calm around the shop before she answered her, but she found herself nodding. “A mother dragon, which made it worse.” The blonde couldn’t help but smile at the other witch as she tried to get herself under control. Yes, she was in pain, and yes it wasn’t something that she wanted to repeat any time soon. But she would live, and it would all be okay in the end. “They are. But I’ve been watching over this nest since she laid the eggs. Taking notes, and such. I got between her and the hatchlings today, on accident.” It was not a place that she wanted anyone to be, and anyone that had worked around dragons as long as she had, knew that. But more so than that even, she thought that there was something to be said for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was no way to know which direction the mother would return from. And there was no way to predict that she was going to be caught in the crossfire.

If she hadn’t had been between them when the mother had come over the ridge, she thought that she would have been fine. “It’s okay. We’ve all been through enough that I understand the worry.” And she did. She had a habit of jumping to the worst conclusions too sometimes. In this case, she thought that she would be just fine. “Could you?” She didn’t really expect her to, but she had offered, and she thought that she would have rather had someone that she trusted making things for her in any situation. “I’ll pay for whatever you use, of course, but…” She picked up the note that she had set on the counter from her healer. “I’m an alchemist, not a potioneer, and I wasn’t paying enough attention to know what half of these are, let alone if there’s a salve of some kind on here.” She could brew a potion, a basic one, anyway. She wasn’t unskilled. But her advanced potion making knowledge lent itself towards alchemy, and not so much medicine. If Penny could tell her, even what they did, or make her a salve of some kind to take away the pain that she was sure would come back with time, Nell would have been grateful.

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Sometimes Penny wondered if she should stop hanging around Percy’s mother. It seemed like the more that she did, the more of the over-reacting qualities she picked up. She was turning into a right old Molly Weasley and she was more than positive that Terri, Archie, and Percy would never let her live it down if they saw her acting like this. Pernelle, especially, didn’t need to be protected from the great dangers of the outside world. Penny knew enough about the woman and her job to know that was the case. Still, it helped to have a friend by your side – someone to brew your potions when you got into a particularly nasty run-in with a mother dragon, Penny supposed. She couldn’t help but smile. It was nice being a teacher and professor to young students, but actually using her skills for practical things was always a delightful change of pace.

“Maybe they should have a category for threatened mothers. XXXXXX, or something,” it didn’t matter if they were dragons or not. Penny could understand any mother coming across as an XXXXXX Beast – she was liable to become the same way if someone stood between her and Terri or Archie. That she could understand. Still, she worried about Nell’s wounds. They looked as if they had been tended by a healer, but it was obvious that the woman was still in a little bit of discomfort. If she could be helpful, then she would certainly endeavor to make her more comfortable. Plus, she could use the company.

Penny shook her head, knowing full well that now was not the time to be making jokes about adding a classification for over-protective mothers. Especially not when the woman needed help. “Of course, it’s no trouble at all,” Penny was already to her setup, turning up the heat on one of her burners and pouring in a few of the bottles as she hummed to herself.

It wouldn’t take long to brew a healing salve for Perenelle. She had enough ingredients here that it should last for the next few days, at least. There would be some to treat the wounds now and some for the woman to take home so she wouldn’t be in pain over the next few days. The Healers at Mungo’s should have given the potion to her already, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a bit more on hand, especially not with wounds like that.

Leaning forward, Penny tipped a full bottle into the Erlenmeyer flask that was atop her burner. Putting it down, she dropped a few inches so her eyes were level with the liquid and picked up one of the small flasks of dark colored liquid and steadied her hand. With a carefully trained tilt of the flask, a few droplets fell into the red liquid below. With a quick shift of her hands, Penny turned to the ingredients behind the desk and grabbed a few handfuls, quickly crushing the plants in her hands before she added them to the mixture. “Alchemy was always fascinating to me,” she said, as she eyed the brew carefully. “Similar to potions, but there was always something about it that I couldn’t quite grasp.” Her brew was now churning on top of the heat, thick bubbles reaching the surface and popping in quick succession. Penny turned down the heat and used her wand to give it a quick stir. Three to the left, two to the right. She paused and looked up.

“I think it’s the experimental component. I’d much rather follow a recipe,” she wasn’t one for turning silver into gold. A simple healing salve could go a long way. “But your family’s no stranger to the experimental, are they?” She’d been curious, she’d admit. Since Penny had met Perenelle, she’d wanted to ask about the Flamel family. Now seemed like the opportune moment. After all, neither was going anywhere until this salve was finished.

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'Cause you're a sky

'cause you're a sky full of stars

I don't care, go on and tear me apart

What had happened today could have ended a lot worse, and she knew that. She knew that for the most part she had come out of this lucky. But she could still say that she hurt. She was still achy, and she was still not sure that she really could have done any of this herself. Taking care of everything that she was going to have to do now for these burns was annoying. She understood letting them heal partially on their own, and Elliot had said that they weren’t’ going to scar. But she was going to have to be diligent about taking care of them. And she wasn’t always the best at remembering to take care of herself.

For this though, she thought that she was going to try. She was going to make sure that they didn’t scar, because that would be awful. Her maman would never want her back around dragons, and Nell thought that her maman was probably more terrifying than any dragon if you got on the wrong side of her. There was a reason that Gisella Flamel was the powerhouse of a woman that she was. And Nell thought that even her former students would tell you that. Her grandchildren got a pass. But her children, and her students. She expected nothing but perfection, and there was no telling that her maman would be displeased with a scar that covered the majority of her back.

She didn’t think that she needed to worry about that though. She was going to take care of it. Take care of this. A smile formed on her lips when Penny continued to talk about the classification of the dragons. “I think that that applies to all species. My own maman is mighty ferocious sometimes.” She thought that there were a great number of them that were actually, “And your sister-in-law has been scaring the hell out of me since we were eleven years old. Let alone once Victoire and the others were born.” She didn’t think that she had ever been more scared of Fleur than she was once she had become a mother. But she supposed it was a mother’s prerogative to be scary and threatening. She wouldn’t know…

Nell looked around for a stool to sit down on and pulled one over to sit on the other side of Penny’s work station. She might as well sit down and talk to her if she was going to do this for her. She knew that she appreciated it, but she also knew that for Fleur being one of her dearest friends from childhood, this Weasley Nell didn’t know as much about. She knew that she had been a Weasley, and then hadn’t been, and now she was one again. It was complicated, she was sure, but so long as people ended up happy, that was all that mattered in the end. “Alchemy is a calling more than it is anything else. At least that’s what I was told growing up.”

It always surprised people how few of them were turning into Alchemist. Most of the time it was only one or two every generation or so. They didn’t think that there was anything to go on, Grand-père had done it all. And that was intimidating if you didn’t know what you were doing. But Nell knew what she was doing. She was special. She was Perenelle Flamel after all, and there weren’t a whole lot of those. One, actually. She was the only one. And she knew that she looked like the original one. Down to the freckle. But she was the first Perenelle since Perenelle, that actually went by Perenelle. She was special…

“You’d be surprised.” She chuckled a little bit, “I have six older brothers, and only one of them ever even dabbled in alchemy. I’m the expert this generation.” She wasn’t bragging, not really, she just always enjoyed dispelling the rumor that they were all alchemist. “My eldest brother is my Nicholas,” every Perenelle had one, after all, “and he’s a healer, not an alchemist at all.”

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