I was living
a lonely life
until I fell for you

❧

September 7, 2018
St. Mungo’s Hospital
Magical Buds and Diseases Ward

Worried? No. Merlin, no, Remington Monroe was not worried about Caerus Nott. That would be silly…ridiculous, even. He was going to be fine. It was just a little cold, at least, that was what she was telling herself.

The emergency mandate from the Minister and the Director of Mungo’s had done little to qualm her fears. But, maybe they were both just overacting. It wouldn’t be the first time, would it? Still, it would only be a matter of time before Hogwarts locked down its hallowed halls, she thought. So, Remy needed to move quickly. Fridays, she usually spent at HOME magazine, which was where she had said she would be today. Thankfully, HOME and Mungo’s were just a few floo networks apart, giving her the perfect chance to escape. She’d told Hogwarts she’d be at HOME and HOME that she needed to stay at Hogwarts. If either asked, she was screwed, but this was worth it. Especially after the letter that she had received yesterday. Caerus had been scared…she could practically hear it in his tone of voice. The way that he had written the letter…well, it wasn’t like anything she’d heard from him in a long time. That was what weighed most heavily on her.

The fact of the matter was that Remy had written her return letter with a shaky hand. The fact of the matter was that she was nervous for what might happen to Caerus. Would his mother and father be there to hold his hand? Yes, it was childish, but Caerus had feelings, just like everyone else. Sometimes the King of Hearts just needed someone to hold his hand. Would Rhea need an update? It was up to her, she reasoned. She was the one that would have to do the impossible. And the impossible she did.

She was skipping her internship, the thing in the world that was most important to her for a boy that was…admittedly probably equally as important. He was her best friend. Her dearest friend in the world and while Remy was perfectly content giving him shit every chance she could, she would be hard-pressed to deny that she felt…something for him.

Stepping into the hospital, Remy waited until the Welcome Witch – sodding bitch – was free to point her into the next room where the necessary precautions were taken to ensure that she, too, wouldn’t contract this Epidemic X, or whatever it was they were calling it. It was ridiculous – it felt like this blasted bubble head charm was ruining her hair. Remy reached up to graze the edge of the charm, her fingers brushing up against the surface of the bubble. She could practically feel the static electricity stirring underneath, bringing her hair to new heights. Maybe she would have time to stop at the salon before she needed to head back to Hogwarts. After all, she was supposed to be at her internship for the majority of the day.

Stepping out of the lift on the Magical Bugs and Diseases floor, Remy stopped at the nurse's office to inquire after Caerus. They pointed her to a room a few doors down. Walking through the building, Remy couldn’t help but realized how many of the rooms were full…how many people she’d seen covering their mouths as they coughed loudly or held their heads like they were suffering. What was this sickness? She needed to wash her hands, she thought as she stopped at the door marked with NOTT. Remy hesitated, twisted her hands together as she debated whether or not she wanted to touch the handle… But inside was someone who needed her. Or at least, someone she had convinced herself needed her. So, she used the edge of her shirt to quickly open it and slipped inside.

“Caerus,” the room was dark, inside, and Rem could barely see the outline of a bed and a few medical machines. “You better be dying,” she said, moving forward. The toe of her heel caught the edge of something and she stumbled forward, her hands landing on the bed as Remington managed to stop herself from falling. “Because I’m skipping my internship for you right now.” Though she tried to sound annoyed, it was obvious that another emotion permeated her voice: concern.

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I was living lost boys life,
it was all I ever knew

❧

No one really knew what was going on. He certainly didn’t. He didn’t claim to be some kind of healer, but when he’d spiked a fever and hadn’t been able to get his broom up in the air he had… been worried. That wasn’t normal. There was obviously something going on.

The first signs of that had obviously come before he had been sick. Everyone had heard about what had happened at the Magpies vs. Puddlemere United match last week. He knew that the Magpies seeker’s broom had stopped working and she’d fallen from hundreds of meters up in the middle of the match. But back then, he had honestly just thought that maybe there had been some broom tampering going on. He hadn’t thought into it more than that.

But then this state of emergency had happened, and his magic was acting up, and he had known that he needed to come here. He didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. Him without magic… his life without magic… he wasn’t sure that he could picture it. They needed to fix this, whatever it was.

What he hadn’t expected when he had made it to St. Mungo’s was absolute chaos, however. He didn’t know what he had been expected, honestly. He supposed after the Minister of Magic closed the borders and the director of St. Mungo’s had said to come here if you were displaying any symptoms, then there was a good chance that people were going to panic.

Still… he just hadn’t imagined how many people would be at the hospital by the time he showed up.

He supposed he could blame that on waking up late, but his sleep schedule right now was… pretty great, in his opinion. Caerus rather liked being able to sleep in until one in the afternoon if he didn’t have practice. Of course, he had been sleeping so much the past couple of days because he’d felt like crap, but still. Before that, he’d liked how this whole adulthood thing was shaping up. But now… well, now he was worried, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He was putting on a good face, because that was honestly what he thought he was supposed to do. He was a Nott--he was not going to show that he was concerned, or scared, or whatever he was.

He was going to be fine. That was all there was to it. They were obviously going to figure out what was going on. Hopefully soon. By the end of the day, preferably, but he wasn’t holding out hope on that front. Maybe more realistically by the end of the week, but he was going to hope for sooner. He didn’t want to be stuck in here for too long.

Apparently, it wasn’t here that they were going to be stuck, though. It didn’t bode well for the ‘fixed by the end of the week’ thing, but he had heard that they were all going to be moved to Pyxis at some point. That was a whole other problem, one that had him tempted to go back home and ride out the illness there. The school for Mudbloods? That was really where they were going to send them all?

Caerus understood the necessity behind it, if he was thinking unbiasedly. They didn’t have room in this hospital for the sheer size of this problem and how many people were sick. But that didn’t mean that he wanted to get carted to where the mudbloods had been staying. At least they were getting the place ready, which hopefully meant decontaminating it. He had no idea how long it would be until that move took place, but he was going to continue to hope they figured this out by the end of the week, and that the move would end up not even being necessary at all.

He could bloody hope, at least.

It was pretty boring being stuck in the hospital. His mum had been by already, with muffins, a change of clothes, and a few books and Quidditch magazines. He’d opted for a magazine over starting up a boo, and had been reading a relatively boring article about the use of disillusionment charms on brooms, when he heard a familiar voice. “Rem--what’re you doing here?” His voice conveyed his surprise--and he was surprised. He had written her to tell her what was going on but he hadn’t thought that she was going to show up here.

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[attr="class","reasonbodremy"]As she regained her footing, Rem pushed her dark hair away from her eyes, glancing into the semi-darkness in front of her. She could see him now – clearly. Caerus Nott, looking a little worse for wear, but as handsome as ever. One day, she swore, she would be able to put her feelings about the way that he looked behind her. Unfortunately for her, and probably for him, she’d always had a soft spot. Not that she would ever admit that. Because admitting that she had feelings about him would be just as cliché as all those stories that she’d avoided growing up.

She wasn’t some damsel in distress that jumped every time her suitor said so. She wasn’t some princess that was content to live her days as the second to his first. No, Remington was her own woman and she was determined to forge her own way in this world.

They’d been together once. It had lasted only a few months – mostly of shagging – before they both realized that they were better off friends. Unfortunately, breaking things off didn’t mean that the flirting stopped. On neither of their parts. There was always a little bit of temptation about it all, she thought with a roll of her eyes.

Now was probably not the time to dwell on their decorated past. She was here for a reason, and it certainly wasn’t to ask Caerus Nott if he wanted to shag in this hospital room.

Standing up fully, she adjusted her hair once again and pretended that she wasn’t overly concerned with checking that he had a fever. She didn’t want to come across as caring, did she? Instead, Remington was already picking things up in the room and inspecting them. Surely, they didn’t expect Caerus to stay in a room that was covered with a layer of dust and dirt, did they? She put her hand on one of the magazines and lifted it, running a fingertip over the glossy paper. When she raised it to her eyes for inspection, she was pleased that there wasn’t much to look at. At least they kept this place clean, she thought with an over-exaggerated sigh.

His words surprised her. What did he mean, what was she doing here? He was the one that had owled sounding all…desperate. “You sent that letter,” her voice was matter-of-fact: a tone that she so often adopted with others around her.

But Remington knew there was more to it than that. More than she was willing to admit. Because the letter certainly had not asked her to come to visit him. The letter had been a statement of what was happening. Rem was the one that took it upon herself to sneak off from her internship so she could see to Caerus’ state of being. “You acted like you were dying,” so I came to check on you. “So, I came to ask you to amend your will and leave your inheritance to me.”

Satisfied that everything was in order in the room and Caerus wasn’t going to get some sickness from the bloody mold in this Merlin-forsaken hospital, she perched on the edge of his bed and looked down at her. Her hand brushed against his, and for a moment, Remington lingered. Not so they could be close, but so she could figure out if he was running a fever.

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[attr="class","cbody"]He hadn’t been feeling great, but he also wasn’t someone who just ran to the hospital the second that he got sick. That was just ridiculous. He’d figured that he would just get through it—a few good nights of sleep, some chicken noodle soup courtesy of Risney, and he would be as good as new. That was usually what happened when he got sick. Though sometimes it was his mum making the soup instead of the family house elf, but either way, there was soup involved.
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But then he had started feeling worse and that had been well timed with the Ministry’s state of emergency. Even if he had wanted to ignore that, his mum wouldn’t have heard of it. He had to go to the hospital and check in. It was nonnegotiable, apparently. He had just figured that Remy would want to know. They were friends. If she was sick in the hospital, he would want to know about it.
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In fact, if she didn’t tell him about it, he would have been pissed at her. He just figured that he would avoid the lecture that she’d inevitably give him by telling her first. Otherwise, she’d never let him hear the end of it. She would talk about how he should have realized she’d find out he was here, because she found everything out—etcetera.
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Caerus didn’t want to admit that he was worried. He didn’t want to think about that bit, actually, but he was. He didn’t know what he was going to do without magic. He had finally graduated Hogwarts. He was supposed to have his life entirely ahead of him. He wasn’t supposed to be wondering what his future looked like if he couldn’t fly anymore. It wasn’t something that he ever should have had to consider, but here he was. It was officially going to have to be a concern.
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At the very least, he still had astronomy. It had always been his favorite subject at school—he had liked it enough to apply to University of Bangor. He had wanted in their astronomy program, and he had gotten in. If he could never fly again, at least he still had that. If he was trying to be an optimist, or something.
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Being in the hospital wasn’t all that good for him being optimistic, but he had to admit that seeing Remy helped. Even if he was still attempting to get past his initial surprise. She was at Hogwarts—sure, she was a Slytherin and more likely to take advantage of her internship than most, but still. Her showing up here was not what he’d expected. “I don’t have a will. Sorry to report.” He was a little young to be drawing up wills, wasn’t he? He didn’t think that was something he had to worry about for a while, though maybe it was something he should be thinking about. Apparently there was no way of knowing when some epidemic was going to come around and kill them all.
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Caerus watched as Remy sat down at the edge of the bed and he didn’t say anything when her hand brushed against his. “It’s good to see you, Rem.” Caerus said, finally. There was nothing wrong with saying that. It was good to see her. It always was. They were friends. “How are you feeling?” It would be no good at all if she got sick too.
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[attr="class","reasonbodremy"]Things were going great. Remington’s internship with HOME was off to a great start and the prospect of continuing it once she graduated almost seemed like a shoo-in now that graduation was quickly approaching. All the cogs in her perfectly made clock seemed to be moving in rhythm and without fail. It would only be a matter of time before she was on her way out the doors of Hogwarts and straight into a permanent desk at HOME.

Yes, her entire life seemed to be going exactly as she’d hoped. And yet…there was always something more that she longed for. Something that she knew she couldn’t change. Because despite the fact that she played the part of the devil-may-care supremacist, Remington didn’t have the blood status to back up most of her claims.

She wasn’t a pureblood — she never had been. But her mother and her father had been Death Eaters. They’d been among the elite in the wizarding world, and Remy was quick never to forget it. Still, she knew that just a name alone wouldn’t be enough to push her into a place of power. She needed to work her ass off because just being a Monroe wasn’t going to write her a one-way ticket to anything.

Not like the Nott’s, she thought. They were pureblood — sacred twenty-eight. They were everything that she aspired to be and more. Lester and Rosalind were gracious and homely. They were almost like parental figures to Remy, given the amount of time she spent at the Nott Estate and avoiding Safe Harbor. Option, Caerus, and Rhea too, were children born into privilege. Beautiful silver spoons in their mouths and how Remy longed to be like them. “I thought that was something all pureblood did,” she said.

He wasn’t running a fever to her touch. Then again, Remy had all the bedside manner of a rock. She wasn’t entirely sure how to care for someone that was sick. Usually, if she fell ill at the Nott’s home, she would just ring for Rinsey and have her bring something up. Soup or some of her famous hot chocolate. Pepper Up could do the trick in a pinch. Though, she assumed if Caerus was here, it meant that he had tried all the usual ways of taking care of an illness. “You can be so dramatic, you know that?” she asked with a laugh, drawing her hand back and using it to brace her body weight as she leaned back slightly, relaxing into her position.

She was here to stay, at least for now. What was the worst they were going to do? Make a scene about the Head Girl sneaking away from her internship? She doubted Headmaster Flint would even find out if she managed to sweet talk one of the Mountbatten girls into covering for her.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen me every day of the summer and before that, every day of every year since you were twelve. Honestly, Caerus,” she rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the fact that she, too, had missed him. Their first year apart at Hogwarts. Now that Caerus had graduated, it felt like the whole world was boring.

She paused, evaluating herself quickly. She felt fine. At least for now. There was no telling if she, too, would pick up this disgusting bug….whatever it was. “I’m impervious to sickness. Monroe trait, I’ll have you know.” She rarely got sick, if ever. Maybe Caerus had picked it up at Bangor. “It’s probably uni,” she looked around the room, trying not to make eye contact with him. “Hogwarts is fine. You should’ve just gotten held back another year and you wouldn’t have ended up in the bloody hospital.”

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[attr="class","cbody"]The state of emergency had come as a surprise. There had been no reason for him to think that there was anything going on other than just some bug he’d caught. Yes, he’d known some other people that were sick too, but it hadn’t been enough for him to worry that much about it. That was just how sicknesses tended to work, didn’t they? People got each other sick. It was perfectly normal.
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There had been nothing all that strange about it. Waking up to a state of emergency had not been expected at all. Even then, he hadn’t been all that tempted to check himself right into the hospital with the rest of them. In fact, if it wasn’t for his mother insisting, he likely would have tried to stick it out at home. That, in his opinion, was a lot better than being in a crowded hospital.
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But since this epidemic was one that no one quite understood—since apparently the symptoms ended with a person’s magic being gone entirely, it hadn’t taken too much convincing from his mother for him to head to the hospital. If there was a cure, this was exactly where he wanted to be—the first place that it would be administered.
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Of course, as far as he’d heard, there wasn’t a cure, but he was sure that they would figure it out soon. That was the point in medical researchers and the like, wasn’t it? They were the people researching and preparing for something like this to strike. They were the ones that were going to know what to do. Eventually, at least. Hopefully before too long. Caerus couldn’t actually imagine being stuck in the hospital for any extended period of time. The sooner that he could get out of here, the better.
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Seeing Remy was a nice surprise though. Not that he would admit it. He had written her because he thought she’d want to know what was going on, but he definitely hadn’t expected her to come to the hospital. With school and her internship, it wasn’t like she had that much spare time. But if she was sick, he knew he’d make the time for her. That was what good friends were for, after all. “Make wills by the age of seventeen? I must have missed that chapter of the pureblood handbook,” he joked, a grin forming on his lips. That was definitely not something that he’d thought about yet—and hopefully it wasn’t something that he’d have to think about for a while. This epidemic wasn’t killing people… that he knew of, anyway.
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“It’s good to see you too, Caerus,” his tone was sarcastic, though he wasn’t offended by her sass. In fact, he’d expected it. If she’d said that she had missed him or anything like that, he’d drop dead from surprise before this epidemic even had a chance to kill him. That just wasn’t who she was. After knowing her as long as he had, he was well aware of that. “It’s sort of everywhere, Rem. Have you picked up an issue of the Prophet lately?” This time, his question was a more serious one, though he’d kept his tone light. She did know what was happening, didn’t she? He’d at least vaguely mentioned it in his letter, at the very least.
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