RP: but mothers aren't allowed to be sick
Date: January 6 2005
Character(s): Romilda Vane, anyone else
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Romilda doesn't have time to be feeling poorly.
Completion: Incomplete
The sneezing and chill from the day before had only been the first sign, but Romilda had ignored it during her shift, and by the time she walked to Fleur's, picked up Liam and walked home, she just wanted to see her pillow and nothing else for at least a week.
One of the first things Romilda learned after becoming a mother was that she no longer had the luxury of time. Time for herself was almost unheard of, and there was never a convenient time to be sick. She had become an expert at ignoring the signs of a cold, and usually she pressed on through the worst and caught up after a day or two.
Which was why she ignored the stuffy head and heavy chest, as she went through the motions of her usual morning routine. Liam needed breakfast, the laundry needed doing, and she had another full shift at the pub. She wasn't sure when Seamus was due back, but they still needed to cover for him. On top of all that, she was now ready to start brewing Cormac's dyslexia potion, which needed to be made in several stages. If she didn't get started that morning, then the ingredients would no longer be fresh.
Rising early, she managed to set the potion base to brewing. This potion was part of her advanced studies for her OWL. It had been a pleasant surprise to be asked by Professor Jones to do the extra work and to have some responsibility in class to help with some of the younger students. The extra credit assignments were to ensure that she could be challenged by the work.
It certainly had been a challenge, but that had mostly been in the form of acquiring the basic ingredients. It was sheer luck that Professor Jones just happened to have the potion listed in one of her books. With so many wizarding books gone, she had been terrified that the knowledge of how to brew the potion had disappeared.
There should be enough of the potion to make a course for Cormac, and enough to provide a sample for assessment. Cormac had agreed to include a report to the professor on the effectiveness as well.
As she worked, she kept copious notes about her work in a journal, but the letters were swimming before her eyes. Perhaps brewing a dyslexia potion was making her dyslexic? The thought crossed her mind and made her laugh.
She convinced herself the fog in her head was from a lack of restful sleep, not a cold. Coffee would solve all her problems and help get rid of the headache swimming around the edges of her eyes. Yes, coffee would help her get through the day. The coffee pot in Rosmerta's kitchen was the only thing keeping her going as she prepared for work.
Mercifully, Liam had worn himself out playing with Ben and Fleur the day before. The boy was still half asleep as she dressed him and managed to get him ready for the day. At the last minute she managed to avoid pouring orange juice on his breakfast cereal.
The weather was foul as the skies were dark with heavy rain. There was only so much a drying charm and an umbrella could do against such heavy rain, and it wasn't the first time she wished she had learned to Apparate. She would have liked nothing better than to have stayed in bed, but there was nobody else to cover the early shift. Besides, there was nobody to look after Liam if she fell sick.
By the time the pub was ready for opening, Romilda was ready to collapse. Rosmerta was out on one of her supply collection missions, so it was just her and the cook for a few hours. Fortunately, Liam was engrossed in a drawing and colouring book that Rosmerta had picked up and he was happy just to sit quietly and draw.
If the rain didn't keep the customers away for the day, then surely Romilda's haunted look would be enough to scare them away. She looked a sight, with bags under her eyes that refused to hide behind any glamours, and a nose that was red from constantly running. Even her magic felt lethargic as she attempted to make herself look presentable.
In the end she had to settle for pinching her cheeks and biting her lips to add some colour to her face.
The bell on the door startled her out of her fog. Who would be mad enough to go out in this rain? She thought as she looked up at the first customer of the day.
Character(s): Romilda Vane, anyone else
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Romilda doesn't have time to be feeling poorly.
Completion: Incomplete
The sneezing and chill from the day before had only been the first sign, but Romilda had ignored it during her shift, and by the time she walked to Fleur's, picked up Liam and walked home, she just wanted to see her pillow and nothing else for at least a week.
One of the first things Romilda learned after becoming a mother was that she no longer had the luxury of time. Time for herself was almost unheard of, and there was never a convenient time to be sick. She had become an expert at ignoring the signs of a cold, and usually she pressed on through the worst and caught up after a day or two.
Which was why she ignored the stuffy head and heavy chest, as she went through the motions of her usual morning routine. Liam needed breakfast, the laundry needed doing, and she had another full shift at the pub. She wasn't sure when Seamus was due back, but they still needed to cover for him. On top of all that, she was now ready to start brewing Cormac's dyslexia potion, which needed to be made in several stages. If she didn't get started that morning, then the ingredients would no longer be fresh.
Rising early, she managed to set the potion base to brewing. This potion was part of her advanced studies for her OWL. It had been a pleasant surprise to be asked by Professor Jones to do the extra work and to have some responsibility in class to help with some of the younger students. The extra credit assignments were to ensure that she could be challenged by the work.
It certainly had been a challenge, but that had mostly been in the form of acquiring the basic ingredients. It was sheer luck that Professor Jones just happened to have the potion listed in one of her books. With so many wizarding books gone, she had been terrified that the knowledge of how to brew the potion had disappeared.
There should be enough of the potion to make a course for Cormac, and enough to provide a sample for assessment. Cormac had agreed to include a report to the professor on the effectiveness as well.
As she worked, she kept copious notes about her work in a journal, but the letters were swimming before her eyes. Perhaps brewing a dyslexia potion was making her dyslexic? The thought crossed her mind and made her laugh.
She convinced herself the fog in her head was from a lack of restful sleep, not a cold. Coffee would solve all her problems and help get rid of the headache swimming around the edges of her eyes. Yes, coffee would help her get through the day. The coffee pot in Rosmerta's kitchen was the only thing keeping her going as she prepared for work.
Mercifully, Liam had worn himself out playing with Ben and Fleur the day before. The boy was still half asleep as she dressed him and managed to get him ready for the day. At the last minute she managed to avoid pouring orange juice on his breakfast cereal.
The weather was foul as the skies were dark with heavy rain. There was only so much a drying charm and an umbrella could do against such heavy rain, and it wasn't the first time she wished she had learned to Apparate. She would have liked nothing better than to have stayed in bed, but there was nobody else to cover the early shift. Besides, there was nobody to look after Liam if she fell sick.
By the time the pub was ready for opening, Romilda was ready to collapse. Rosmerta was out on one of her supply collection missions, so it was just her and the cook for a few hours. Fortunately, Liam was engrossed in a drawing and colouring book that Rosmerta had picked up and he was happy just to sit quietly and draw.
If the rain didn't keep the customers away for the day, then surely Romilda's haunted look would be enough to scare them away. She looked a sight, with bags under her eyes that refused to hide behind any glamours, and a nose that was red from constantly running. Even her magic felt lethargic as she attempted to make herself look presentable.
In the end she had to settle for pinching her cheeks and biting her lips to add some colour to her face.
The bell on the door startled her out of her fog. Who would be mad enough to go out in this rain? She thought as she looked up at the first customer of the day.