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[attr="class","lyric2mungo"]Don't let your heart grow cold
I will call you by name
I will share your road

[attr="class","textbodmungo"]Anna knew she had to snap out of her funk. She had to just... move on with life as usual. On Monday, she would be going back to St. Mungo's and getting officially trained in how to be a magical nurse without magic. This was her life now and Anna just had to accept it. Maybe one day this would clear up, and Anna still liked to think there was a chance to she was still just getting over the cold - the lack of magic just so happened to be the most persistent symptom. It wasn't a wild assumption to make, she knew enough about magical diseases from nursing school to know that it was entirely possible. Maybe the lack of magic was just a reaction her body was having to the bug, and now that the bug was gone it would just take some time to come back. Another part of her felt like she was grasping at straws. The pessimistic part of her said that this was it. That her life would be forever changed now. Everything she had learned could just go out the window because she was no longer a witch, and there was no other way around it.

But that was what she had to snap out of. Maybe her magic was lost, and that was absolutely terrifying, but the magical world was still her world. She had grown up in it and she knew it like the back of her hand, and she would still be a bloody amazing nurse at St. Mungo's... things would just have to be a little different. And that was not the end of the world. Anna knew she could still live her life and do everything she had ever wanted to. She could still garden, that was a plus. And reading would always be the same, with or without magic. So this was... this was hardly a problem. She could overcome this. Her, Bee, Kase - together, they would do just fine. Sure, it wasn't too crazy to hold out hope that her magic would return, that something would change and there would be some cure for all of this, but Anna also knew it was dangerous to hold her breath for that moment. She had to just... move on with her life. And above all, she had to lead by example. Because this was when Bee and Kase would really need their big sister.

Anna thought this was a good step towards doing just that. Moving on with life. Magic or not, she was still Anna Peters. She liked good books and beautiful flowers and sugary coffee. And... she liked Liam Faust. An old schoolmate, the Beater two years her senior that had really just given her a lot to dodge in her first year as first-string Seeker. He had worked at the hospital for some time and then... the registration started. Anna hadn't heard anything about him until that one day that they had run into each other in Diagon Alley. A chance encounter. The kind of thing that would be labelled a coincidence, but Anna was just too whimsical to believe in coincidences. She had meant to go out for a coffee with him and then that ridiculous flu had happened, but now... now Anna was trying to pick up the pieces in the middle of the aftermath. Reconnecting with an old schoolmate - one that had seemed so charming that day in Diagon Alley, despite everything else going on - seemed like a brilliant way of doing that.

They had met up at the coffee shop and gotten their drinks to go, and now they were just strolling through Phoenix Park. It was a pretty busy park, but Anna remembered spending lots of summers here just reading under the sun or going to the zoo with her sisters. Today, she was sipping on a hot and sugary latte as she walked alongside Liam... and found herself with a smile on her face. A genuine, not at all forced smile for the first time since she had gotten out of Pyxis. Her drink was something seasonal, the barista had said. Pumpkin spice. It sounded like more sugar than coffee, but it was just the comfort drink she needed as the October breeze started to pick up a bit. "Oh!" Anna stopped suddenly, an hand reaching out to gently rest on Liam's arm. "Wild deer," she said a bit quieter, the grin on her face widening as she gestured towards the doe with her other hand. She glanced over at Liam as she continued, "They're all over the place here, just roaming around." Anna had always thought they were so beautiful and peaceful.

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So leave that click in my head

And I will remember the words that you said
Left a clouded mind and a heavy heart
But I am sure we could see a new start
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Was there anything that life was not willing to take from him? Registration had taken his freedom, his career, his family. It had taken so many pieces of himself, pieces he had always loved. He had been so trusting once. Now he flinched a the sight of a wand even in the friendliest of hands. He had been whimsical and carefree. There was many things he used to be. Many things he used to have. His magic, that was one of those things. He wasn't too far into this sickness and from what he had heard it was a doozie. The word around town was that it lasted near a month before it was finally gone, sometimes even longer. That seemed to waver, but the fact of it was that at the end the results were all the same. No. More. Magic... Merlin, he tried through all of this to keep being optimistic. He was always a bright side believer, even in Kolna, even in those damn practice rooms at the Ministry. That was one piece of himself he wasn't willing to give up and yet...

It was hard. Some days he was able to press on, keep his head up. Others he wondered what the point was. What was the point of living in a magical world, one that hated him, when he wasn't even going to have magic anymore? It was bringing him down and he had been feeling the lowest he had been in a long time when he received it. A sign. Not a literal sign-- but an owl. It had been some time since he had run into Anna and, truthfully, he had thought that he wouldn't have heard from her. They had talked about going out for a coffee to catch up and then....Well, nothing happened. Typical, really. People bump into old schoolmates and ex-coworkers all the time. There's always the promise of meeting up but it doesn't always come through. As much as he'd liked the idea of it actually happening it just didn't. He was partially to blame. He could have written her but he'd barely had enough cash in his pockets to feed himself for the week let alone buy parchment. And something about writing it on the backside of a coffee stained envelope from his brother's coffee table seemed....shitty. 

At any rate her letter had come at the perfect time, a time when he really needed it. Having coffee with her was something to look forward to and he was happy to be seeing her again. She had a way about her that reminded him about the good in the world. He'd been able to see it so clearly himself once and when she was around...it was like he could get a glimpse of who he used to be. It gave him hope that things weren't all bad and that, maybe, things would be better somehow. He really hoped it would make him feel better, and so far it had. Maybe it was the fresh air or possibly the pleasantness of her company, but he hard hardly been noticing his sickness aside from the occasional sniffle and this damned sore throat. His tea was helping that, thank the Gods.

Liam found himself smiling as they walked the park, keeping pace with the the beauty who suddenly stopped. He stopped too looking with a bemused glance to her hand on his arm, then at her. His eyes followed her own as she spoke quietly. Wild deer? Merlin, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen one. His light eyes widened, as did the grin on his face, as his eyes finally spotted the creature. His hand reached excitedly for the one she had on his arm. Liam spoke quietly, his voice rich with his amusement. "I don't think I've ever seen one so close up before." His eyes looked back to the creature who didn't seem to mind them at all. "I can't believe they're not startled by us. Maybe people feed them...." He turned back to her with a roguish smile, nodding at the travel cup in her hands. "Do you think they like pumpkin spice?"

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[attr="class","lyric2mungo"]DON'T LET YOUR HEART GROW COLD
I WILL CALL YOU BY NAME
I WILL SHARE YOUR ROAD

[attr="class","textbodmungo"]Getting sick, losing her magic... Anna had hated every minute of it. She still hated. Of course she did. Losing her magic was like losing a limb, and her stomach turned itself into knots just at the thought of having to go back to Mungo's, and do everything she used to do with her magic... without it. That was frightening. Anna couldn't help but worry that she just wouldn't be good enough. That it would be too much for her too handle. Of course she was worried. And, most of all, she didn't want that to happen because she was... Anna Banana. Older sister to two, the responsible one that set the good examples. She couldn't face the idea that she might just not be good enough. That honestly terrified Anna, a lot, and all she wanted to do was go back in time, somehow, and just... avoid getting sick. Somehow. She hadn't thought out the details, but it seemed like a solid plan to her.

There were other things to worry about, anyways, and Anna knew that. Her problems were not the biggest. This was something she had to accept, and then go back to the way she had been before. To the reason she had wanted to be a nurse in the first place. To help people. And people still needed help--now more than ever. Anna couldn't forget that, despite the epidemic, the Ministry was still the way it was. The Order still had their work set out for them, and despite the fact there had been purebloods losing magic, there were still muggleborns out there being forced into menial, torturous jobs. There were still intelligent people that they needed to help with this crisis, lost to something that was just disgusting to think about. So Anna knew that her problems were small, relatively speaking. People needed her, and she was more than happy to be there for people. That was in her nature.

She would admit, the coffee date... it had partly been for her, too. Because Anna thought it was about time that she just did something for the sake of doing it. That she didn't think about the details. Life was short, and all that, so she had asked Liam out for a coffee. Because that was long overdue, and running into Liam again before this whole mess had been nice. He was the kind of person that just put a wide grin on her face and made her forget there was anything else going on. And Anna needed that kind of distraction. Especially after everything that had happened. He was a friendly face, and she would be lying if she said that she had never, in the years that she had known him, glanced at him and had a passing thought or two about how he was rather attractive. There were a lot of motivators behind this coffee date.

It was shaping up to be a really nice day, and Anna somehow felt both at ease and nervous at the same time. The hand moving to his arm had been an instinct--just the first thing she would have thought to do to get his attention. But the longer it lingered, the more aware she was of the contact, and when his hand moved to cover hers, Anna could feel her face heating up. She managed to recover, moving past whatever seemed to be blocking her throat, but her face was still feeling rather hot. "I'm pretty sure there's a 'don't feed the wildlife' sign around here somewhere, troublemaker," Anna replied smartly, an amused grin on her face. "Well, I don't know about the deer, but I like it. It's really sweet--but good." She paused for a moment, glancing up to meet Liam's gaze with a shrug. "Who knows, maybe the company makes it sweeter."

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SO LEAVE THAT CLICK IN MY HEAD

AND I WILL REMEMBER THE WORDS THAT YOU SAID
LEFT A CLOUDED MIND AND A HEAVY HEART
BUT I AM SURE WE COULD SEE A NEW START
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Losing his magic had been a harsh blow to Liam, not for the fact that he was having a difficult time living without it, but for more....mental reasons. Part of him wanted to write it off as a sign that he simply shouldn't be in the wizarding world. There had been a war shortly before he had begun his schooling at Hogwarts. A war with a pretty clear message that quite a few witches and wizards didn't think his kind ought to be at Hogwarts let alone among them at all. It was over by the time he'd ever learned of magic, thank the Gods, but he still heard of it. There were a handful of students who seemed to think that the losing side of the war was the correct side to have been on and, well, he at the time had no opinion. It was hard to argue his own case when he had absolutely no idea what they were talking about. As he grew older, though, he learned the history of it all. 

If there was one thing he was always fond of in school it was History. Many students found it boring, but not him. To him it was all new and interesting; his textbooks read more like a fairy tale than an actual historical book. He liked it too for the simple fact that it was predictable. Things happened, and then they would happen again. Like watching the tide follow the moon. It was no surprise to him that the Death Eaters rose up from their oppression, it was more so the speed of it he guessed. That, and the extreme back swing that came with it. This whole registration process, it was just another moon chasing it's tide. Eventually it would pass. After all no civilization in the history of the world kept on the same path forever. One day things would be different once again. Then they would change, again. His only hope was that his own oppression would be as short lived as the Death Eaters had been in the grand scheme of things.

In recent weeks he'd been wondering if his hopes were all for naught. With this sickness raging through their country it was hardly time for a revolution, and even if it were....who would they have left to fight for it? He was losing his magic. As he walked, every step was one of the last of him being a magical being. Every breath, it was like he could feel his magic escaping into the atmosphere. Maybe it would all collect, bunch into a cloud, and rain all their abilities back on them. That was ridiculous thinking, but it was better than facing the alternative. A world that hated him for having magic, even when he had none. Or worse, a world without magic at all. Few had been spared from the epidemic, but for how long? Germs mutated, he knew that just as general knowledge, so how much longer before it got to those lucky few too?

Anna had lost hers and he felt terrible for her. His job, whether his assigned job or not, was not something that required magic. If he had to return to Saint Mungo's tomorrow he could return records just as well as he had before, if not slightly slower without wand work. He knew that her own job could be completed without magic, to an extent. There were, after all, muggle nurses and doctors and things. Though, he doubted any of them ever had to attempt to cure Dragon Pox or manage the symptoms of Spattergroit. Their world was trying to adapt around them the best it could, and so were they to the limitations of their illness. It wasn't easy, but at least they weren't alone. They all had each other and, in this moment, he had Anna.

She offered a much needed distraction, but more so he was just happy to have her company. He had always thought good things of her, heard good things as well, and-- let's face it-- she was always quite easy on the eyes. More so now, somehow. He couldn't help but admire her smile, the slight flush of her cheeks, the way she so dutifully pointed out the sign. "Ah, how could I forget? I am standing in the presence of the Prefect Peters," he chuckled quietly, poking a bit of fun in return.

He had never had pumpkin spice...anything, really. Was pumpkin pie spiced? He didn't know. "I'm not sure what deer have a taste for, but from what I can smell it's very sweet," he said with an attempted sniff. It came out pretty mute due to his stuffiness. She turned her green eyes to him as she paused and for a moment he found himself wondering if they had always been so beautiful. "Or, maybe just the person drinking it," he smiled softly, his eyes lingering on hers a little longer than they maybe should have. Liam dropped his gaze, his smile turning a bit shy. He cleared this throat, both as  a change of subject and to keep the aching in it at bay. "This is quite an interesting park. How did you know about this place? You grow up around here?" Liam asked with intrigue. 

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