Post by blaise leo zabini on Mar 5, 2020 22:14:29 GMT -7
June 20, 2025
It started with a slight cough following the end of the school year. Blaise didn’t take much notice of it, mostly because he had worked himself to death at the end to get all of his final papers graded in time for graduation. Rookie professor mistake right there, assigning lengthy research papers for each year as a final grade. He was switching over to exams next year.
He hadn’t considered this to be the disease that had gotten the country locked down on quarantine, because it was nothing more than a nagging cough. That and Hogwarts was fairly isolated from the rest of the magical community, therefore his odds were slightly lower at catching it.
Blaise was incredibly wrong about that though. Children were filthy creatures (not his though), and he should have known better than to think himself lucky that he had avoided catching the sickness during the final weeks of classes. His plan was to ride out the summer in his mansion, avoiding the masses and spending it in complete relaxation away from every living being except for his dear mother. Blaise had more concerns about her contracting the illness than himself. She was eighty now, and while she was in great health still, there was no telling what something like this Hag’s Fever could do to her overall disposition.
But the cough never went away, and one morning while shaving, a sneeze came along and so did a steady stream of fire from somewhere inside him. The sudden coming on of the new symptom had Blaise sprawled out on his bathroom floor, coming to the realization that he had probably been unknowingly spreading this onto people for the last month at least. His students and other professors were one thing, but his children and mother? That would end being unforgiveable if they caught it and they ended up worse off than he did. Thankfully his wife was still in Hollywood, unable to return home because of the quarantine. This was the one time where he didn’t hate her blasted filming schedule.
There wasn’t much need to a diagnosis at that point, so Blaise packed a bag, contacted the hospital and the Ministry, and avoided his mother at all costs until they arrived to take him safely to St. Mungo’s. He had survived deadly duels and end of semester pleas from his students, but this sickness scared him more than anything else. There was no telling what could happen inside the potential sick period, and until it cleared up, he was going to be isolated in Mungo’s. They couldn’t even give him the old room that had been set aside for him during his hit-wizard days. He had to be in the ward for infectious diseases, and would be subjected to constant watch. This was one hell of a way to spend his summer.
[Open to whomever, I suppose. Probably works best for hospital workers. Blaise is just wasting away in his bed, bored out of his mind]
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