Summer
Post by Aito Satoshi on Dec 29, 2012 17:25:26 GMT -5
Once again, over the Christmas Break, Aito found himself sitting in St. Mungo's Hospital and watching all of the healers walking around attending to all of the patients that were confined to their walls. He was due for another sleep study, but he'd shown up hours early and spent the free time moving from room to room with his wand casting a floral charm to conjure brightly colored flowers in some of the most intricate arrangements that had been seen. Seeing the light returning to those patients' eyes was enough to bring the warmth back to his emotions again.
Then, he went to the Children's Ward and charmed the toys to life, singing and dancing, talking and laughing, and the laughter from the children was enough to make him feel like his old self again. Even the healers were laughing as a young boy's stuffed elephant wiggled its ears and gave a squeak of a trumpet call before suctioning its trunk to the child's cheek. the laughter was the one thing that eased the weight of sorrow off of his chest and his shoulders. He could stand taller, and smile. His smile was something that he couldn't often get to this magnitude and as his mother watched him moving through each room, she had to dab away the tears that formed in her eyes.
Her little boy cared so much for others, and it killed her to see him suffer as he did.
When he stopped in the last room, he saw a small little girl with such tired eyes and his brow furrowed before he knealt down near her bedside. "Are you new here?" The child shyed away from him at first, but then finally spoke in a frail voice. "Yes..." The young man looked at the child's thin frame and the shadows under her eyes, her short blonde curls were springing near her jaw, and she had the most beautiful violet eyes that he had ever seen in his life. "What's your name, Princess?" The child blinked softly, unaccustomed to the name. "Persephone...but....I'm not a Princess..."
A hand rose to his chest in feign shock, "Oh! But, Your Majesty! Your humble knight has come to rescue you from the tall tower! Could it be that I have climbed the wrong tower?!" The child started laughing then, and it was the most charming sound that he'd ever heard in his life. A whisper of an incantation formed a small silver tiara on her blonde curls, with purple jewels to match her eyes, to not as radiant. When she felt the crown upon her brow, her eyes widened and her tiny hands clasped on the crown and she gasped audibly. He smiled and bowed his head, "I am your humble servant, Your Majesty!"
It could have been an hour or two of her giggling and laughing with his antics that she fell asleep, still wearing that tiara, clutching a stuffed dragon, when he rose up and kissed her forehead gently and headed out. A pair of amazed parents stood in the hall in front of her room and he made to apologize when they interjected. The small child was a victim of the Cruciatus curse that had made it nearly impossible to sleep, and she was always frightened. Her laughter was the first signs of improvement they had seen. They thanked him profusely, and went into the room to be with her.
He made his way back to his mother and smiled down at her. "It's not time yet...is it?" She dabbed away the remaining tears at the sound of his happy voice again and hugged him close to her. "Darling, you can have as much time as you need before this. Just...promise me that you'll keep smiling like that."
The joy on her face made him reconsider how he'd been approaching everything over the past couple of years. It was rare to see him so happy, and he didn't realize how it was affecting his mother and his father, Alley too. Seeing him miserable was hurting them and the furthest thing from his mind was causing them any pain. Maybe he was being selfish in his sorrow.
Then, he went to the Children's Ward and charmed the toys to life, singing and dancing, talking and laughing, and the laughter from the children was enough to make him feel like his old self again. Even the healers were laughing as a young boy's stuffed elephant wiggled its ears and gave a squeak of a trumpet call before suctioning its trunk to the child's cheek. the laughter was the one thing that eased the weight of sorrow off of his chest and his shoulders. He could stand taller, and smile. His smile was something that he couldn't often get to this magnitude and as his mother watched him moving through each room, she had to dab away the tears that formed in her eyes.
Her little boy cared so much for others, and it killed her to see him suffer as he did.
When he stopped in the last room, he saw a small little girl with such tired eyes and his brow furrowed before he knealt down near her bedside. "Are you new here?" The child shyed away from him at first, but then finally spoke in a frail voice. "Yes..." The young man looked at the child's thin frame and the shadows under her eyes, her short blonde curls were springing near her jaw, and she had the most beautiful violet eyes that he had ever seen in his life. "What's your name, Princess?" The child blinked softly, unaccustomed to the name. "Persephone...but....I'm not a Princess..."
A hand rose to his chest in feign shock, "Oh! But, Your Majesty! Your humble knight has come to rescue you from the tall tower! Could it be that I have climbed the wrong tower?!" The child started laughing then, and it was the most charming sound that he'd ever heard in his life. A whisper of an incantation formed a small silver tiara on her blonde curls, with purple jewels to match her eyes, to not as radiant. When she felt the crown upon her brow, her eyes widened and her tiny hands clasped on the crown and she gasped audibly. He smiled and bowed his head, "I am your humble servant, Your Majesty!"
It could have been an hour or two of her giggling and laughing with his antics that she fell asleep, still wearing that tiara, clutching a stuffed dragon, when he rose up and kissed her forehead gently and headed out. A pair of amazed parents stood in the hall in front of her room and he made to apologize when they interjected. The small child was a victim of the Cruciatus curse that had made it nearly impossible to sleep, and she was always frightened. Her laughter was the first signs of improvement they had seen. They thanked him profusely, and went into the room to be with her.
He made his way back to his mother and smiled down at her. "It's not time yet...is it?" She dabbed away the remaining tears at the sound of his happy voice again and hugged him close to her. "Darling, you can have as much time as you need before this. Just...promise me that you'll keep smiling like that."
The joy on her face made him reconsider how he'd been approaching everything over the past couple of years. It was rare to see him so happy, and he didn't realize how it was affecting his mother and his father, Alley too. Seeing him miserable was hurting them and the furthest thing from his mind was causing them any pain. Maybe he was being selfish in his sorrow.
