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[attr="class","textbodmungo"]September had felt like the longest month of August's life and now... here they were.

Nothing was over. Everything was still a mess. Sylvie didn't have her magic anymore... she couldn't fly. Part of August had hoped that it would only be a side effect of that horrible cold she had had. That once the virus cleared out of her system, she would be back in tip-top shape. But something that should have only lasted a week, at most, had taken nearly a month to fully get out of her system. And at the end of it all, her magic hadn't even returned, which led August to think that whatever that was, it was still taking up residence. That had been the case for everyone affected, really. Yet, with all of the time that August had spent between Pyxis and Mungo's and taking care of Sylvie - because that had turned into its own responsibility, in his eyes - he had somehow avoided getting sick. Of course, he was smart enough to take all of the necessary precautions, but still... it would not have been the first time that August caught something from the hospital. Something was off. It left an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

But that was far from August's primary concern at the moment. He was sure the time for critical thinking and all that would come soon. After all, the magical world was falling apart before their very eyes. There would be a call to arms, of sorts, directed towards Healers above all else. But that was far from August's first priority. No, today's main event was Sylvia getting discharged from St. Mungo's. Completely recovered from her Quidditch injuries and free of all symptoms, she was free to leave, and August had hardly hesitated to beg for a shift switch with someone so he could help her get home. This would be a difficult time for her. He knew that... after ten years of being friends, he knew that with absolute certainty. And he wanted to be there for her, to help her through it. Besides... it wasn't like she could apparate home, or anything. And, yeah, there was the Floo, but that was always a pain in the arse to take. It would just be easier if he could apparate her, so that was that.

Besides, they hadn't really talked about... the night. Sylvie had joked about it a few times in a not at all funny way, but they hadn't seriously dealt with that. Because it had been far from important when she was losing her magic with every passing day and shaking from the chills. But now that she was out, and at least she didn't look like she was dying, all that was left was the elephant in the room. And August didn't really wanna bring it up, but he knew they would have to. Still, he hated the thought of it. How in Merlin's name was he supposed to bring up the fact that he had slept with his best friend?

August figured that it would have been easier if he hadn't been secretly pining over her for the last few years. If it was just a drunken mistake on both their parts. But he really hadn't been that drunk, and he would hardly call it a mistake. Because as awkward as it might have been, August didn't regret it. He adjusted the bag strap on his shoulder once they had reached Sylvie's apartment and turned to look at her with a small smile. "Key, your highness," he teased with an outstretched hand.

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[attr="class","cbody"]As much as she had never wanted to admit it out loud, a part of her had really needed to think her magic would come back when her symptoms went away. That the cold was just so all-encompassing that her magic had been acting up, but that everything would go back to normal when she got better. She had needed to believe that.
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But slowly, her symptoms had started to fade away. She had started to get better and yet, she could still not get even the simplest of charms to work. Nothing happened. She felt like she might as well be holding a stick for all the good that it did her. By the time she’d started to get better, though, she had slowly started to come to that realization that her magic wasn’t coming back. She had heard whispers from other nurses, and hell, she didn’t need the nurses, the state of emergency had been in the papers. Magic went away, and for the people who had gotten past their symptoms before her, it hadn’t come back.
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Sylvia knew that there were still thousands of people in the hospital and at Pyxis still with symptoms, and she knew she should at least be relieved that her fever had broken, and she had been released. All of her injuries had been healed--and with good timing too, because as healers started to lose their magic, some of her Quidditch injuries would not be as quick of fixes. Then she would have been stuck at the hospital even longer, so thank Merlin those had been fixed before everything had really gone to hell.
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She was unsurprised that August was there and ready to take her home. Her brothers had been working and so had her father, so she had just been planning on going on her own. If she had really needed someone, she was sure she could have asked August’s mum to take her too. August didn’t need to go around switching his schedule in order to be there--and even if he tried to deny it, she knew that’s what he’d done.
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Regardless of the fact that her magic was gone, she was going to try to be happy about the fact she was finally going home. She was going to be able to sleep in her own bed, and eat her own food, and not have to worry about someone coming in to check her vitals every other hour in the middle of the night.
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But she didn’t know how to go back to her life now that she didn’t have Quidditch. Yes, the league season had been cancelled so it wasn’t like she was missing anything, but if everything had still been normal, they would be in practices and they would already be thinking about the European Cup. Instead, she was… well, she wasn’t unemployed. It wasn’t like Lane had fired her. But she didn’t really have a job. She didn’t have anything to do. Merlin, she had absolutely no idea how she was going to fill her time at all.
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It was something that she was just going to have to figure out. Maybe she needed to pick up a hobby or something. Knitting or… stamp collecting or something. Shaking her head to push the thoughts from her mind, she passed her key to August, so he could open the door. He had also insisted on carrying her bag since she was now so much of an invalid he thought she couldn’t carry bags or open doors.
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[attr="class","lyric2mungo"]TRIED TO BE CHILL BUT YOU'RE SO HOT I MELTED
I FELL RIGHT THROUGH THE CRACKS
AND NOW I'M TRYING TO GET BACK

[attr="class","textbodmungo"]This was all still surreal. August didn't want to admit that it was actually happening, but that was a little hard to do, considering he had spent the better part of September and October running between Pyxis and Mungo's. Or, rather, apparating, because somehow, in the middle of it all, he had been spared. He still had his magic, and it didn't really make any sense. This was far from his area of expertise, of course, and he had only been a Healer since the summer, so all of it was very... unusual to him. August wouldn't pretend to know what was going on. He was fine. His dad was fine. But mostly everyone else in the family wasn't. His mum had some cousin, or something, that had been left untouched, somehow--but there was no pattern to it. And August just wanted to understand it all, because this was getting a little crazy. He wanted to know what had protected him so well. What did he have that the people that had gotten sick didn't have?

Maybe a part of him wished it would help him understand why Sylvia had gotten sick but not him. Well, a huge part of him, really. Because Sylvia without magic, unable to fly or play Quidditch... that just wasn't normal. August had felt at a loss for how to help her for the entire month, really, and that was getting to him. Because he had always known how to be there for Sylvie. She was his best friend, for the last decade, and there had never been a problem that August couldn't solve. Whether it was threatening cheating boyfriends with his Beater's bat, or sneaking alcohol into the castle, August knew how to make things better for her. But this... this had been way out of his reach. He could give her pepper-up potions, and keep her company, but none of that was actually solving anything. And now, she was out. She was better. But her magic was still gone, so the feeling of helplessness was only getting worse.

That was why he had hung out with her at the hospital with her whenever he could. And why he had pressured his Mum into making her cookies whenever she had a spare moment--which was quite often, because much to August's dismay, she had refused to check in once she had fallen ill. Something about being able to take care of herself. August hadn't been dumb enough to argue with her beyond that. And this was why August had insisted he help her get back to her apartment.

August took the key from Sylvie once she passed it to him. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, a small, concerned frown on his face, before he turned to the apartment door and unlocked it. "Home sweet home, I guess," August declared as he pushed open the door and stepped inside, holding it open for Sylvia. He walked into the living room once she was inside and set the bag down by one of the couches, then turned to face Sylvie again. "You're unusually quiet," he said. It wasn't really a question. After everything that had happened between them, they were still friends. August knew when something was up.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Sylvia wanted to think about some bright sides. Like never being shipped off to Pyxis with the rest of the sick people. Not that there was anything wrong with that plan. She understood that there was no room in the hospital—she saw that day after day, as the hospital had gotten fuller. Being admitted as soon as she had, had given her a front row seat to the madness that ensued when the state of emergency had been announced.
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When they had run out of room, they’d needed to send people that were sick somewhere else. If she were trying to think about bright sides, she was glad that she hadn’t been sent there along with them. She had just stayed in the same room she’d been in from the moment they moved her from artefact accidents to magical bugs. That was good. She didn’t care for being carted around from place to place, and she didn’t want to be in a depressing school-turned-hospital either. Being in a hospital was bad enough.
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She was glad that she was now free from that hospital too. Another bright side. She finally got to go home and that was a good thing.
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But there were far too many bad things to think about for her to focus on the very small amount of good happening around her. Her symptoms may have faded, but her magic had not returned. She hadn’t thought that it would. By the time her symptoms had started to lessen, the people who had gotten sick previous to her were already getting released—without their magic. There was no reason to think that she would be any different. So, she wasn’t sick anymore, but she was without a major part of what made her who she was. How was she supposed to just go back to her life like nothing was wrong?
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Sylvia couldn’t fly anymore. That wasn’t just something that she loved—it was what she did for a living. What was she supposed to do now?
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It was better not to think about it. At least not until August left. She wanted to continue to put on a good face and act like she was fine. And she was, all things considered. Sylvia was healthy, she was back at home, and she had to convince herself that she would figure out how to move forward. The trick was just convincing August that she already had so he didn’t worry.
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At his words, she forced a semi-believable smile on her lips. She was home. That was something. Merlin knew that it was a lot better than being at the hospital. But it was also strange to think about the last time she’d been in her apartment—it had been before the match, while she was getting ready. She had left to go to a game and just hadn’t been back since.
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Vaguely, she realized that meant that most of the food in her refrigerator had probably spoiled, and she was pretty sure she’d had a load of clothes in the washer so that surely wouldn’t smell all that good. Super. “Just thinking about the dirty dishes that I left in the sink…” She said, wrinkling her nose. Maybe she should have asked someone to stop by and clean for her, but it just hadn’t been what was on her mind.
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