Post by Lance Ulrich on Aug 19, 2012 18:36:35 GMT -8
Wednesday, 28th December, 2011
3:00 p.m.
He could not wait until the next two years and ten months were over with. No longer a trainee and finally a full-fledged guard. Granted, he would be given less and less grunt work as the training continued, and he was already doing fairly well for being in training as short a time as he had. He supposed that was only because of Markus pulling some strings or something so he had hands-on work. Then again, Lord Williams could simply be desperate for extra hands with all that was going on in the castle and the wizarding world in general. It was a disaster area. Every morning since the 23rd, he'd been waking up wondering what would happen next. The six days prior to that had been relatively boring.
Of course, nothing had really happened since the owls attacking each other and the inferi of the first year on Christmas morning, much to his dismay this morning when he found out the lack of activity meant he got the relatively boring task of going to St. Mungo's to pick up the injured Hufflepuff student from St. Mungo's and return her to the castle. Terpsichore Ravensdale. If it hadn't been for the last name, he might not have had a clue who she was, but as it was, he had been a Quidditch player through his final year at Hogwarts, which was only last school year, and he'd known Ravensdale as the Hufflepuff seeker and, as his little black book recorded, a pretty decent lay--one his sixteen-year-old self hadn't minded the idea of a repeat of, at least.
A lot had happened since then, however. A lot had happened. He'd met Lily, for one, nearly had become engaged, and now that was over. Different points in the relationship. It was all well and good or so he told himself. Love was bound to get someone hurt eventually, after all. Pity it had had to be him. Then again, was he really hurt? No, of course not. Infatuation. All it was. All it could have been. Or so he kept telling himself. He quickly shoved the unpleasant thoughts of Lily Blake away from his mind. He'd be planning a wedding right now instead of doing this, so it was worth it. Distraction out of the way, gone. For good. Or not so for good. But at least she had been at a point in her training where transfer had happened. He didn't have to see her every day.
Lance sighed as he reached the gates, showing his credentials to the guards there as well as his orders, and he was allowed through. Once far enough out, he disapparated, appearing in an alleyway near Mungo's. He waited, lurking, until he found a gap in the crowd. He left it as though he wasn't out of placed until he reached the department store front that eternally claimed it was renovating and would reopen soon. He wasn't certain how many generations had seen this or if any still regarded it as a possibility. They were foolish if they did. Then again, muggles were stupid and ignorant in general, so it was a real possibility.
Once the muggles in the area had cleared, he looked about once more before heading in through the glass. On the other side, he found himself in the reception area of Mungo's. He told the woman his business here, and she pointed him in the direction he was to go. He spoke with a couple other people once he reached the ward she was in and then headed over to his charge. "Miss Ravensdale. Lovely to see you're awake," he greeted, figuring keeping things professional was the best way to carry things out at the moment. Hopefully she wouldn't make this awkward. "I'm with the Guard, and I'm to accompany you back to Hogwarts. Are you well enough to travel?"