Open To All: St. Mungo's Post

[travis_briggs]

The hospital was still buzzing about the latest Burning Man victims who still resided in the critical care unit, unconscious. The majority of their burns were gone, which was thanks to a combination of regrowth potions and a new healing ointment that Neville Longbottom had come up with. Unfortunately, Pansy Parkinson sustained more injuries and

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[so_astoria]

Astoria had hardly left Daphne's bedside since first managing to bully her way into the room that first morning after the burning-church fiasco. She had cancelled all her appointments, perfected the art of sleeping in a chair, and entirely given up on keeping up any kind of appearances, her hair remaining bunched up in a messy bun on top of her head, face free of makeup, clad in leggings and oversized sweaters - the majority of the interactions she'd been having were with Terry (if you could count sitting in silence for hours at a time as an interaction), who had been an equally constant fixture on the other side of the bed, and the handful of Healers that made their timely rounds to apply more ointment and mutter more spells and administer more potions - she wasn't looking to impress anyone

[travis_briggs]

She wasn't very difficult to find, considering the burn ward had its own waiting area and it was a Monday afternoon. Not a lot of families took to visiting hours around that time. Most people couldn't be bothered.

But there she was, her hair tossled and tired looking eyes. It suddenly dawned on him that she would probably need a good rest rather than most caffeine.

"Hey, Astoria-" he said, approaching her sheepishly. He really didn't know what he was doing there now, unannounced. "I um- well, are you hungry?"

He held up a bag of muffins.

[so_astoria]

Astoria did a sort of double-take at the sound of her name, so focused had she been on beelining back through the doors that led to the patients' rooms.

"Am I- oh- Travis, hi. What're you doing here?" She blinked between Travis's face and the bag he was holding up, waiting for her sleep-deprived brain to catch up with the visual cues even as her stomach rumbled.

Food. Right. Definitely not something she had done yet today.

[travis_briggs]

The moment he called his name he realized he was probably overstepping. Astoria had enough on her plate than to deal with him right now.

"I just sorta - well, I thought you might need some coffee-" he said lamely, closing the space between them.