Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry discussion

Amy stared at her grandmother. She covered in dragon pox. Amy sat down slowly on a chair next to her bed. Amy put some dafodiles, her grandmothers favorite, next to her bedside.

Her grandmother gave a feeble smile in response to the flowers. "Grandma, I got a job. Well, two actually. I work here," she gestured the room, indicating St.Mungo's, "and In Borgin and Burkes." Her Grandmother gave a slight shriek of alarm. "No, no, I'm in- a club, and I just thought that would help." she explained. her grandmother relaxed at the mention of this 'Club'.

((Ok))
Ian walked into the room. "I am your healer for today."He said kindly, walking up to the desk insode the room.

Amy looked up."Thanks."

"I understand that you are here for Dragonpox. Do you know when they first appeared?" Ian asked, taking out a clipboard.

AMy's grandmother shook her head. "Sometime last week?" she guessed weakly.Amy piped up. "I got a letter from her about that time stating that she wasn't feeling all that well."

"Ok so reletivly recently. Is there anything else you think I should know before I start putting together an antidote?" Ian asked.

Amy's Grandmother thought. She shook her head.

Ok then I will be back in a few minutes." Ian said, leaving the room.

Amy nodded. Her grandmother grasped her hand. "It'll be fine. You'll get home."

Ian walked back into the room, with a purple vial in hand.

Amy's grandmother eyed it wearily. "What's that?"

"This is an antidote for your dragonpox." Ian said holding up the vial.

She nodded, but clenched her granddaughters hand tighter.

"It should clear up most of your Dragonpox in a few days. But I must warn you, it does not taste good at all." Ian said, pouring some of it into a glass and handing it to her.

SHe sighed but drank it. She nearly spat it out. After she had swallowed it, she said, "That was VILE." Amy laughed.

"Yes, but I'm sure it's much better than having Dragonpox." Ian said, returing to the desk where he set down the vial.

She nodded. "Yes." she turned to Amy. "I need some paper and a quill." A confused Amy soon brought them to her.

"What do you need them for?" Ian asked.

The old woman shook her head. She wrote many things, and at the bottom, she wrote,

Elizabeth Helen Amorak, age 92

"Umm," Ian started but then decided not to be nosy. He begzn looking through files on the desk.

Amy's Grandma handed amy the paper. "DOn't look at it yet."

SHe nodded and left.


The next day she came back with the paper. Her grandmother's body lay in place of what once was there.

((What? I'm confused))
Ian walked in with another dose of the antidote potion.

((DEATH HAS TAKEN HER GRANDMAMA!! WAAAAA)) Amy sat down absently on the chair.

((O sorry))
Ian realized that the patient was no longer alive. He decided to leave the daughter on her own for a while so that she could grieve in piece. (( He will come back in a little bit.))

((um, yeah, I always call my mom Grandma.)) Amy sat staring at her Grandmother, or what once was. She held er hand. She finally looked at the paper. Last will and testament.

(( for shame. Okay, come back.)) Amy read through the will. She traced the letters with her finger. "Good night, grandma." she said quietly.

Ian walked back into the room. He walked towards the bed and asked, "Are you okay?"

AMy nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." she said. Her voice sounded distant and far away.

"Do you need anything right now?" Ian asked.

She shook her head. "No. I just need to write to my Grandfather."

"Ok," Ian said and walked back to the desk to pick up u piece of parchment. "Do you want to use this or do you have something else?" He said, gesturing to the page.

"I got something." she said. SHe let go of her Late Grandmother's hand and took out her notebook and wrote probably the shortest letter her grandfather had recieved from her.

Dear Grandfather,
Grandmother Deceased. I will come soon.

Amy.

"May I borrow an owl?" she asked.

"Um yeah I can go grab one from the owlry downstairs." Ian said heading towards the door.

"Thanks."

Ian walked back into the room with a tawny owl perched on his arm. He walked towards Amy. "Is this good?" He asked.

SHe nodded. "Thanks." she tied the letter to the owls leg.