Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Feb 11, 2021 7:57:12 GMT -7
i dare you.
winter, 2021THE WINTER OF 2021, ONDINA HAD DEVELOPED a new allergy and a terrible chest infection. She'd had to return home to her parents house before term had broken off for Christmas and for fear of causing another reaction, Ondina hadn't been permitted to take any additional potions to clear the fluid from her lungs. Instead, she was confined to her bedroom where she hacked up her lungs in relative peace. It was a horrible, sickening affair and Ondina had despised every moment of it.
Hoping pathetically that none of her new friends discovered she was bed bound. Her body frail and pale, a potion bottle misting the room with humid air to stop Ondina from wheezing too terribly. She'd ruined Christmas, yet again. Laying face down on a pillow, her face turned towards the old, clunky muggle television that provided her with the only source of entertainment since she'd returned home. Her siblings had come home soon after, but few were forbidden from sitting with her, lest they allow in any nasty microbes or dust particles to irritate her awful, weakling lungs.
The video noisily slid in to place in the slot under the old machine, and the screen flickered to life. It was a routine Ondina had come to complete mechanically, watching her way through a mighty stack of old video tapes, muggle animated movies and classics. Downstairs, she heard the front door open and her mother call out a shrill goodbye to her. She'd been upstairs only ten minutes prior, to check on Ondina's temperature and help her take the only potion the healers had allowed her to consume, until they felt sure enough to try another. All it did was ease the pain, the tightness in her chest remained.
Once the tell-tale crack of apparartion shook their old house, Ondina turned her face to the door forlornly. Her mother wouldn't dare leave her alone, but it didn't matter if they were stuck downstairs. Instructed only to keep an ear out for Ondina, should she fall in to a fatal coughing fit.
Rolling on to her knees, Ondina crawled across her wooden floor, knees aching, until she reached her bedroom door. She slid her bum beside it and cracked it open daringly to stare in to the dimly lit hallway, the afternoon dull and grey. "Har-harp-er." Ondina whispered hoarsely, her bony knuckles knocking against the doorway jaggedly to try and get her sisters attention downstairs. When she received no immediate answer, Ondina curled her chest in to herself and forced a cough in to the doors opening. And then another, and another, until she brought on a ravaging fit of nasty, phlegm-y hacks. She hated to feel ignored.