when two halves become whole again

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

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The human mind is capable of so many things, it can make people do anything it wants because in the end it makes you feel like you are in control. You make the mind do what you want and in return the mind makes sure you do it. For the past few visits Camilla helped out wherever she was needed as that was her job as an intern.

There was a patient who showed many physical signs of abuse but the girl was told never to judge unless told the truth. She walked out of the hospital room and held up a chart. "Jones?" Camilla looked up from the chart hoping to find the person who brought the patient in.

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[harriet jones]

Harriet had been off in her own little world. So much was happening. She was trying out for the Holyhead Harpies soon, and that had been occupying most of her time and energy, even before what had happened today she would have been almost unresponsive, trying to manage her own nerves. She had tried to retreat to those thoughts as she sat in the waiting room because despite her own stress, her brother's state was even worse to think about. The sound of her last name though cut like a knife, tore her from the relative comfort of her uncertainty. She looked up sharply, standing. Before she even looked at the speaker she asked the question. "Is he okay? What's happening." Concern and care flooded her voice. Nobody in the world was more important than Ty, the older brother who despite only a five year age difference was practically a father to her.

As she began to approach the girl, her eyes travelled up to fall on the healer who she was sure was doing everything she could to help. She wasn't expecting those big, beautiful blue eyes, and immediately felt a wave of guilt at how instantly taken she was by the absolute beauty of the other. Now wasn't the time for that. Now was the time to worry for her brother. She took a deep breath pushing that thought from her mind and moved closer to the girl, just wanting to know that her brother would be all right. His condition had been desperate. Getting Ty to hospital wasn't an easy thing. He was so strong and so committed to soldiering on.

Harriet looked back at her younger siblings. grateful that the lazily named Harry knew how to keep CJ calm when times were rough. After all there was no way that Harriet would leave the youngest children behind when their protectors were away. "I'll let you guys know when we can see him." She promised her siblings gently from across the waiting room before turning her attention back to the pretty young healer.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

One of the many things that a healer should be prepared for are the relatives and their responses to what the healer has to say about the patient. What Camilla didn't expect is to see a relative that made her feel like she was choking, a knot in her chest and her big blue eyes staring at the worried girl in front of her.

"I - He." Camilla needed to regain her voice and cleared her throat a little. "He will be alright, he didn't have major internal injuries." Camilla eyed her clipboard nervously, a blush on her cheeks. "A night of bed rest will do him some good."

The woman needed to make sure nothing in her appearance changed with the sudden nerves. "You did great bringing him here."

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[harriet jones]

Harriet let out a shameless sigh of relief the moment she heard that there had been no serious internal injuries. She supposed that was life saving news... curse damage, she had heard, was difficult to heal at the best of times, but when it had caused serious internal damage, she could only assume that such things were likely to be fatal. She hadn't even considered the possibility that her brother's life itself may have been at risk, though. Not until she was told for certain it wasn't. Harriet couldn't possibly face a reality like that. She finally let herself relax her body slumping slightly as she considered the healer. The praise that she recieved from the blue-eyed woman resonating in her mind. She had done the right thing, she knew, and somehow, hearing it from this woman made her feel calm. It lessened the impact of this dreadful night on her. Though she was still keenly aware that things were hard for her siblings.

"Is he awake?" She asked wanting to let the younger siblings see for themselves that Ty would be all right. She could wait to see him, herself. Now that she knew he was whole, she figured he'd do better with bed rest than with her looming over him and distracting him. She almost failed to notice the odd strain in the healer's appearance and the falter in her voice. Both were odd, and a moment ago, she'd have picked neither, but the weight of fear had been lifted from her now and she considered this woman. All healers of course had a certain manner about them. They had to be calming figures in their line of work or patients and their concerned relatives alike could prove problematic. That said though, Harriet couldn't help but feel as though this pretty woman was being more genuine... Or was it that she was pretty, and so Harriet hoped she was being more genuine than most in her care?

"Thanks." She finally managed in response to the woman's praise. "You might want to tell him that, though." She knew Ty wouldn't be mad at her, but she imagined he wouldn't take it well that he had been in no state to protect those that needed him. He even still did his best to save Harriet from harm, which was a lot to ask of anyone, given that Harriet was more likely to pick a fight with her father than the other way around at this point. She wouldn't let the man walk all over his progeny anymore. Yet Ty still tried to protect her. Somehow this woman who was placed into the middle of that seemed to genuinely care, even if she didn't know what had happened or how, and even if Harriet wouldn't say, for fear of her father's reaction, and the danger he might pose the the youngest siblings.


"Thank you for looking after him -" The sentence ended unnaturally as Harriet realised she'd gone to address the woman the same way one might a friend, but stopped short as she realised she had no name for the beautiful woman before her. She managed a strained, slightly awkward smile.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Worry was a natural response when one's sibling is in the care of healers. He had been hit pretty good and her boss told her to tell the relatives how he was doing. The girl seemed really worried and Camilla couldn't help but wanting to make her feel better, to hold her and tell her things would work out.

"Of course." Camilla pointed at the room behind her. She wanted the other girl to feel better too, it was in her nature. "I will, you did really good." Assuring the relatives was rule number one in her books. She needed to make sure they were okay but she felt something different with this one.

"Camilla. Just call me Camilla."

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[harriet jones]

"Camilla." She repeated. A sweet name for a sweet girl. A pretty name for a pretty girl. Harriet liked it. A slightly wider, caring smile began to come over his face. Camilla didn't want to wear her brother out. She'd let him rest unless he insisted he needed to see her. She nodded to her younger siblings to go through, smiling as Harry went to check which room Ty was in. "Don't suppose you have a moment for a cup of coffee? i need to talk to someone more distant from this and get it out of my head." Harriet said to the beauty. She wasn't asking the girl for the sort of company they'd share in the future. As much as Harriet was instantly taken with Camilla, that was the furthest thing from her mind just now. Or at least she wanted it to be.

Harriet wondered if it was normal to not be able to face her wounded brother yet... To look upon the abuse that her father had caused.She looked slightly pleadingly at Harriet. She hoped that Camilla didn't think she was unkind for being hesitant, and being fatigued by everything that had happened. She looked slightly pleadingly at the other healer, knowing she didn't know this woman and was in no position to ask favours. Harriet didn't know what to say to the woman. She just needed to get away for a moment, and knowing Ty was safe, she felt comfortable enough to do so.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Was it a good idea to get a cup of coffee with a relative of her patient? Was it something she was allowed to do at this place? All she wanted was to be a good healer one day but this girl in front of her made her knees feel weak and her heart skipped beats every time the girl looked at her.

The moment the girl said her name she just blushed. Comfort the patient's family, that is what she was taught. "Of course, I'd like that a lot." Camilla could use a cup of coffee. Maybe even more than one. "It's nice to meet you-." she had no idea what the girl's name was and it felt wrong to read it in her paperwork.

"This way." Camilla motioned towards the cafeteria with her free arm as the other held onto the clipboard.

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[harriet jones]

"Thanks." She said, almost silently, following the gorgeous young healer to the cafeteria. Harriet was comforting. She was willing to help someone she had never met to process all of this - or maybe to escape it. Harriet didn't know yet whether she needed to talk through what had happened or just keep it to herself, and enlist this young lady's help in getting it out of her head until she was ready to see Ty for herself. She found herself profoundly thankful as the pair were served coffee.Harriet was the first to take a seat, letting out a moody sigh. It wasn't like her to brood but maybe things were finally getting to be too much.

As her hot drink and let it warm her body, Harriet looked off into space, a little past the healer, not quite making eye contact. "I really don't know what to do..." She said honestly. She wasn't talking about her home situation, or about whether or not she should confide in the healer to begin with. "But company always helps... I'm Harriet by the way." She said gently to the other, Finally actually looking at her directly now, for just a moment before she closed her eyes. She was tired, stressed and angry. She found this other girl beautiful but how could she say anything? In fact she was disgusted to even think that her wandering eye was active just now. It was fine that she was a sucker for a pretty face but how could she allow herself to think that way right now.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

The key to helping the relatives of her patients was by being calm and supportive even when she wanted to just crawl into bed after too many hours of work. People came and went every day but the abuse victims, Camilla didn't know how to deal with that. Should she report it? Get those children in trouble because of her own opinion? No.

"Did you try law enforcement?" Camilla had taken a seat with the cup of coffee warming her always cold hands. "I am here for you. If you need anything." Camilla needed to show this girl that she could help, that she was a good healer.

"I like your name."

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[harriet jones]

As Harriet looked at Camilla, she remembered seeing her before, she thought. A pretty girl a year older than her. She'd never really hung around in the same circles as the older hufflepuff and so had no idea that she was interested in women. She didn't know what to think as she looked at the other woman,her grief lessening as time with Cam flowed on. She was gently coming out of hr fear and anxiety. and now she was with someone who had a very caring manner. One that seemed genuine. She knew that healers had to give this impression, that it was the easiest way to disarm potentially volatile, stressed and scared people, but Harriet was convinced there was more than that here.

"You were in Hufflepuff, graduated year before last, right?" She asked the other trying to see if she had placed her correctly. "A prefect?" that was probably why Harriet recognised her. The student leadership stuck out. partially because they, well, lead students. Harriet had seen the girl around she was sure now. "I was Gryffindor Quidditch Captain in your last year." She explained gently to the other hoping to jog he memory a little bit, too.

The question of law enforcement came up. and Harriet considered it. "No... Ty wouldn't accept it and our father's never actually hurt the kids." she said with a sigh. "There are times when I want to, but Ty's worried about what happens when our dad starts to get actual attention on him, what he might do then." Harriet privately agreed that something had to be done. She would have crossed spells with her father a while ago if she thought that beating the nasty, violent man in a duel would have done any good, but he'd only have taken his frustration out on loved ones. The idea of aurors, or witch watchers showing up to apprehend him was a nice one, but Harriet didn't know what he would do in response. She was sure it would be terrible, and give the authorities even more of a reason to want him locked up.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Camilla had hoped a conversation would make Harriet feel better. The girl seemed to go through a lot and a part of Camilla wanted to reach out and hold her but she couldn't do that. It would be strange. "I was yes! I wasn't really the popular kid." she admitted and chuckled a bit.

Harriet was Gryffindor captain, go figure. Camilla would never be able to be in the mind of someone like that. It was just too different and there was too much change. The blonde nodded as she listened to Harriet, understanding where she was coming from.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, it must be terrible." she wished she could something but Camilla was never the strongest witch or the bravest.

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