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Post by hoot on May 28, 2007 23:20:42 GMT
i was standing outside of isa house and it was around 6 in the morning. ever since i apparated in and 'her sons' tackeled me i kenw to be careful when i apparated in. and i had amalia in my arms, but she was sick. she had a red nose, a fever, and her eyes were watery from all the crying and whatever was the matter with her. i knocked on the door over and over trying to get isa attention. "isa! come on! open up! please!" i yell still baging on the door. i stopped and rocked amalia back and forth trying to think properly. the only thing that i could think to do was come to her. "isa!" i say banging on the door again
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 28, 2007 23:24:53 GMT
I run down the stairs in my pajama's after being woken up by Fabian's urgent voice. I tear open the door. "Fabian, what's wrong?" i ask urgently, knowing that he wouldn't be here at 6 in the morning if nothing was wrong.
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Post by hoot on May 28, 2007 23:25:42 GMT
"i'm a horrible father. i've had her for one bloody night and i already got her scik." i say with a bit of panic in my voice.
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 28, 2007 23:27:31 GMT
"You're not a horrible father Fabie." I say, ushering them into the house. "What's wrong with her?" I ask, trying not to panic and looking at Amalia.
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Post by hoot on May 28, 2007 23:28:38 GMT
"well she just started to cough then her nose got all red and her eyes water and she's got a fever and i don't know what to do." i say quickly looking down at my sick daughter
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 28, 2007 23:30:45 GMT
"Oh well.....She probably just got a cold or something." I say, trying to keep calm. Trying to ignore all the other horrible possibilities running through my mind.
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Post by hoot on May 28, 2007 23:32:17 GMT
"then why is she all..this?" i say with even more panic as i hold her up to isa. "what am i supposed to do?"
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 28, 2007 23:35:31 GMT
"I-i-i don't know." I say, starting to panic. Not knowing whether we should take her to St Mungo's or not. It could just be a bit of a cold....right?
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Post by hoot on May 28, 2007 23:38:46 GMT
"well what did your parent do when you were sick?" i ask and rock her back and forth. she was awake but she looked miserable.
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 28, 2007 23:40:36 GMT
"Erm....they tucked me into bed with some chicken soup." I shrug, knowing it wasn't very helpful.
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Post by hoot on May 28, 2007 23:42:36 GMT
"i can't give her chicken soup!" i cry. i take a deep breath and try and calm down. 'come on fabian...think...think..' then it clicks. "hospital." i say softly. "come on." i say and grab her hand and apparate us both to st.mungos
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 28, 2007 23:44:47 GMT
I try to calm down as we apparate to St Mungos.
[[New thread or staying on this one?]]
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Post by hoot on May 28, 2007 23:50:21 GMT
ooc-jus stay in this one. we'll jsut say we're in st.mungos.
i walk over to the desk still linked hands with isa and holding amalia with my life. i explain everything to the lady at the desk and she takes amalia from me. i start to argue but she stops me. "sir, it's only for a few minutes. now please fill this out while we have a healer check her out." she says and rushes back and behind a door. i take the paper and look at it. "you think you can stay? i'm a bit over the deep end right now." i ask her
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 28, 2007 23:52:29 GMT
"Of course i'll stay." I say and squeeze his hand reassuringly. "I don't think you would be able to make me leave." I say, worrying about Amalia
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Post by hoot on May 28, 2007 23:56:29 GMT
i nod and look back down at the paper. 'date of birth' "i don't know when she was born." i sigh and walk over to a chair, still holding isa hand. "when do you think she was born?" i ask isa
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 29, 2007 0:01:05 GMT
"Well she's only a few weeks old." I say, sitting down next to him. "So just estimate." I shrug.
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Post by hoot on May 29, 2007 0:03:40 GMT
"i'll put may 13th..." i say hoping that i was right but then i remember something that was with the note when i got amalia. i take it out and look at it. a birth certificate with no names on it but all the other information. "hey...i'm right." i say with a softly chuckle. i start to fill out the rest of the paper and set it on the table next to me. she still hadn't come out. "isa i'm worried." i say
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 29, 2007 0:05:16 GMT
"Me too Fabie, but we've got to be positive. She'll be okay." I say, giving him another reassuring hand squeeze.
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Post by hoot on May 29, 2007 0:11:48 GMT
i look over to her and nod slightly. the lady walks out. without amalia. she ushers for me to come over there to her. "i'll be right back." i say letting go of her hand and pick the paper up and walk over.
when i walk over after five or so minutes i had a blank look on my face. i didn't know weather to be happy or sad. she was alive and going to be fine after a day or two. but she had some kind of disease(sp?). it wasn't going to mess with her life, except on full moons. and she wasn't a full one. she would only feel some pain around this time. it was then that i realized(sp? i'm dumb. lol) it was a full moon last night. i let out a soft sigh and sit back next to isa.
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 29, 2007 0:14:47 GMT
"What is it Fabian?" I ask ugently, knowing that the blank look on his face meant that something was wrong.
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Post by hoot on May 29, 2007 0:21:30 GMT
"she's fine. and she'll be ok in a day or two." i sigh and grab her hand and lead her over to a secluded spot. "she's got werewolf traits in her. she's not a full one, but she'll get sick like this on full moons." i say quitely trying to keep myself string.
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 29, 2007 9:54:24 GMT
I freeze for a moment, taking the information in, amalia was part werewolf, and i wouldn't be able to help her on full moons. "Was her mother a werewolf then?" I finally ask after what seemed like hours had passed by, which in reality were only seconds.
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Post by hoot on May 29, 2007 14:09:32 GMT
i nod slightly. "most likely. or just had the traits like her. one of her grandparents may have been one and it's been passed along to her and her mum..bu they said she just needs to rest around these times and she'll be fine. the only reason she got so sick this time is because she's so young...as she get's older it'll get less worse."
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 29, 2007 14:17:40 GMT
I breathe a small sigh of relief. At least she wouldn't have to go through the same thing as i do once a month. I then realised that Fabian didn't know what i was, i felt myself start to panic. What if he hated me, what if he didn't want Amalia anywhere near me. I tried to calm myself down. "So she'll be okay then." I force out.
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Post by hoot on May 29, 2007 14:22:07 GMT
"i can only hope..." i sigh and take my hat off so i can run a hand through my hair. i put it back on and look at the lady at the desk. "she asked me if i wanted to put amalia in an orphanage...she said that parents normally don't want children with amalia condition...there's two things that she's got wrong there. one i'd never give amalia up. not for anything, and two when i was drifting with gideion we ran into a colony of werewolves. we were lucky and they were pretty nice. i don't give a care about if she's half a werewolf or not. i still love her just the same." i say
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 29, 2007 14:34:37 GMT
"She said that?!" I say, outraged. I pause, thinking things over in my mind. "Fabie, what would you do if you found out one of your best friends was a werewolf?" I ask.
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Post by hoot on May 29, 2007 14:44:28 GMT
"wouldn't make a difference to me. i'd still love them and ask them if they needed any help around that time." i say thinking that she was talking about remus.
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 29, 2007 14:45:53 GMT
"What if it was someone you never expected it to be?" I ask.
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Post by hoot on May 29, 2007 14:52:30 GMT
"it still wouldn't matter to me. isa you know i don't care about things like that. you know." i say getting a bit suspicious about what she was getting on. if she was trying to tell me that she was one, she knew i wouldn't care. well i would care, but it wouldn't make me feel any different about her. i'd still love her like a sister.
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Post by Isabella Knox on May 29, 2007 14:54:41 GMT
"What if i was one Fabian?" I say, almost in a whisper, looking down at my feet. Not wanting to see his reaction. Not wanting to see the look of discust my father had gotten so many times. The look of disgust i was bound to get a lot when i was older.
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