March 17th, 1890 -Artifacts Incidents Lobby, St. Mungo's
Apparition was fast, but all Zelda could think in the half-second it took them to get away from the Voyager was that it didn't exactly make it easier to breathe.
They arrived in a pile on the floor of the artifact's incidents floor in St. Mungo's, and frankly it was a miracle that she had not . Zelda scrambled off of Alfred - wand in hand - but kept one hand on his chest, gentle, trying to make sure his chest was still rising and falling with the breaths he had to be taking. "Somebody help me!" she shouted, hoping that the Ministry badge hanging around her neck would confer her with some sense of authority. Because she looked - and sounded - hysterical. She had started crying somewhere in that liminal apparition space between here and the Voyager, her breaths were coming in heaving gasps. She was nothing like the Zelda she wanted to be in a crisis.
She was scared and she was young and Alfred could not die on her. He had just kissed her. She was supposed to save his boat and save his life and then he could go travel the world; he could not die here on a hospital floor because she had been too distracted by his kiss to notice the pattern spreading in swirling Pictish riddles on his hands.
"He's dying and I need you to help me!"
Rosamund Bones J. Alfred Darrow
They arrived in a pile on the floor of the artifact's incidents floor in St. Mungo's, and frankly it was a miracle that she had not . Zelda scrambled off of Alfred - wand in hand - but kept one hand on his chest, gentle, trying to make sure his chest was still rising and falling with the breaths he had to be taking. "Somebody help me!" she shouted, hoping that the Ministry badge hanging around her neck would confer her with some sense of authority. Because she looked - and sounded - hysterical. She had started crying somewhere in that liminal apparition space between here and the Voyager, her breaths were coming in heaving gasps. She was nothing like the Zelda she wanted to be in a crisis.
She was scared and she was young and Alfred could not die on her. He had just kissed her. She was supposed to save his boat and save his life and then he could go travel the world; he could not die here on a hospital floor because she had been too distracted by his kiss to notice the pattern spreading in swirling Pictish riddles on his hands.
"He's dying and I need you to help me!"
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AMAZING set by MJ