August 1st, 1894 — Bartonburg, Hogsmeade
It'd taken almost week to summon up the courage to stop by Mabel's house with her forgotten spare (or so he assumed) field kit. He had rifled through it once to verify its contents and noticed it wasn't nearly as full as he knew her kits to be. Then, when she hadn't reached out to either the Ivy Leaf or him to inquire about it, he figured she simply didn't know it was missing. Perhaps he ought to have come by sooner, but after the squid incident and all the bad blood between them he didn't know whether a visit would be accepted.
And, lately, Dory was nothing if not a coward.
He hadn't chased after Winnie when she left. He hadn't fought harder to squash the depression he knew losing his limb had caused. He took the promotion solely because he was afraid of what a career change at this point in his life (even a move to a different squad or department) would look like. Time and time again Dory had proved to himself that he was a coward.
Well, no longer.
It was early evening when he rang the bell. Then, when her housekeeper opened the door with the explanation that Miss Brighton hadn't been well in a week, Dory had pushed past her and headed right towards Mabel's room. "Maple?" Dory greeted lightly as he dropped the kit to the ground besides the bed and took a seat on the edge of her bed. Then, to the housekeeper that irately poked her head in behind him, he asked in a hushed tone, "has the doctor been in? Does her family know?"
And, lately, Dory was nothing if not a coward.
He hadn't chased after Winnie when she left. He hadn't fought harder to squash the depression he knew losing his limb had caused. He took the promotion solely because he was afraid of what a career change at this point in his life (even a move to a different squad or department) would look like. Time and time again Dory had proved to himself that he was a coward.
Well, no longer.
It was early evening when he rang the bell. Then, when her housekeeper opened the door with the explanation that Miss Brighton hadn't been well in a week, Dory had pushed past her and headed right towards Mabel's room. "Maple?" Dory greeted lightly as he dropped the kit to the ground besides the bed and took a seat on the edge of her bed. Then, to the housekeeper that irately poked her head in behind him, he asked in a hushed tone, "has the doctor been in? Does her family know?"
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