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*Felixir* · 04-19-2021, 02:11 AM

SPOILER!!: a man of advanced years

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

The first two weeks Charles Hollingberry had been admitted to St. Mungo's following his duel with Lucien had been ones spent unconscious. Whether this was out of medical necessity or his own body simply needing to shut down and hibernate for a while remained unknown to him. One of the healers had surely given him the full run down and lengthy analysis of just what was what, but Charles had hardly paid it much attention. He had full faith and confidence that the healers here at St. Mungo's would take care of his physical needs and have him back on his feet as soon as possible. Only going through the motions during his first week awake, Charles had begun striking up conversations and inserting the occasional grandpa joke here and there as an attempt to lighten spirits and let those assigned to him know that they were doing a fine job. And while his limb mended and he regained control and functionality to his own body, the wounds inwards (those deep metaphorical ones) struggled to mend.

Holding his grandchildren again had provided a taste of dittany to his spirit, but the weight of the rest of the wizarding world still burdened his shoulders. Particularly when he had been presented a recording of the broadcast his Acting Minister had produced. He...would have a sit down to discuss public speaking tactics and form at a later date. It was a good thing Charles had been unconscious after an intensive examination and rehabilitation session and therefore missed hearing the broadcast live. Fond of Fletcher as he was, there were certain moments during the broadcast that may have given Charles a heartattack. Then again, it reminded him of his own son when backed into a corner and forced into a responsibility they did not feel ready for. The lack of polish and candidness reflected a certain fear...and Charles respected Fletcher for stepping into this with stride.

Which only added to the guilt that burdened the Minister. Once again, when his wizarding UK was in dire need, Charles could not deliver. Yes, he had been praised for the duel...but Charles hardly felt it a victory. Lucien's demise had not been his intent and it had been an accident rather than a purposeful act. Then there was the fact that...he had never himself killed another and he felt a horrible tear in his soul because of it, guise of self defense be damned.

Out of bed and taking his 10 am walk around his private room, Charles stopped by the window to look out at the dreary weather. Visiting hours would be starting now and Charles was rather looking forward to doing something other than laying in bed 'taking it easy' and filling out the Prophet's crossword puzzle.

Kaiser's days were rough, his nights were worse, and things weren't getting any easier. Also rough? These visits. With Mr Hollingberry in St Mungo's (and guess who was blaming himself for that) avoiding him was that much easier (and guess who felt even worse for considering the Minister's need to be in hospital a good thing), so back on Level One it was mostly Mr Fletcher that Kaiser had to focus on keeping his distance from. Not literally, that was near impossible (but guess who still tried) now that he had been diverted to helping the Acting Minister instead of the Actual Minister, but other kinds of distance. Not even necessarily because he felt directly responsible for all that had happened, though that was part of it, but... No, it didn't matter. There were just... things. Reasons. Things and reasons that didn't matter.

It would have been the same with Mr Hollingberry if he were around, but instead they just had these visits, where Kaiser actively came to him. Honestly, it was almost cruel, but he still did it. Part of work, you know, and Kaiser really was just trying to throw himself into completing as many tasks as possible so he didn't have to think or feel anymore, despite knowing how risky it would be to overwork himself. Maybe he sort of wanted to see Mr Hollingberry too, just as much as he didn't, just like that was exactly the situation with Mr Fletcher. Merlin. His head hurt. Constantly.

Kaiser was, at least, skilled at keeping up appearances and acting a-okay on the job, functional and functioning, all professional all the time. Outside of work was a little more patchy, but he tried not to think too much about that when he didn't have to.

He was here to see Mr Hollingberry for work reasons, was the point; the personal assistant had become the personal owl, and today that owl brought a file with a list of detailed updates from Level One, plus other information for the Minister to cast his eye over, make comments on, that sort of thing. Could have used a real owl, maybe, but some of this stuff was a bit too sensitive to be entrusted to a bird beak. Kaiser supposed he was marginally more reliable than a bird - on his good days - so here he was.

After pausing for a long moment outside the hospital room to gear himself up, Kaiser steeled himself and knocked on the door, then poked his head around it. "Mr Hollingberry, sir," he said, finding the man in question over by the window. "Are you okay to meet today?" Please say no. Please say no. ~~Please say yes.~~

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Felixir Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,224 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Typhon Prince Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Fifth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	i beg your pardon Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: a man of advanced years Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie The first two weeks Charles Hollingberry had been admitted to St. Mungo's following his duel with Lucien had been ones spent unconscious. Whether this was out of medical necessity or his own body simply needing to shut down and hibernate for a while remained unknown to him. One of the healers had surely given him the full run down and lengthy analysis of just what was what, but Charles had hardly paid it much attention. He had full faith and confidence that the healers here at St. Mungo's would take care of his physical needs and have him back on his feet as soon as possible. Only going through the motions during his first week awake, Charles had begun striking up conversations and inserting the occasional grandpa joke here and there as an attempt to lighten spirits and let those assigned to him know that they were doing a fine job. And while his limb mended and he regained control and functionality to his own body, the wounds inwards (those deep metaphorical ones) struggled to mend. Holding his grandchildren again had provided a taste of dittany to his spirit, but the weight of the rest of the wizarding world still burdened his shoulders. Particularly when he had been presented a recording of the broadcast his Acting Minister had produced. He...would have a sit down to discuss public speaking tactics and form at a later date. It was a good thing Charles had been unconscious after an intensive examination and rehabilitation session and therefore missed hearing the broadcast live. Fond of Fletcher as he was, there were certain moments during the broadcast that may have given Charles a heartattack. Then again, it reminded him of his own son when backed into a corner and forced into a responsibility they did not feel ready for. The lack of polish and candidness reflected a certain fear...and Charles respected Fletcher for stepping into this with stride. Which only added to the guilt that burdened the Minister. Once again, when his wizarding UK was in dire need, Charles could not deliver. Yes, he had been praised for the duel...but Charles hardly felt it a victory. Lucien's demise had not been his intent and it had been an accident rather than a purposeful act. Then there was the fact that...he had never himself killed another and he felt a horrible tear in his soul because of it, guise of self defense be damned. Out of bed and taking his 10 am walk around his private room, Charles stopped by the window to look out at the dreary weather. Visiting hours would be starting now and Charles was rather looking forward to doing something other than laying in bed 'taking it easy' and filling out the Prophet's crossword puzzle. Kaiser's days were rough, his nights were worse, and things weren't getting any easier. Also rough? These visits. With Mr Hollingberry in St Mungo's (and guess who was blaming himself for that) avoiding him was that much easier (and guess who felt even worse for considering the Minister's need to be in hospital a good thing), so back on Level One it was mostly Mr Fletcher that Kaiser had to focus on keeping his distance from. Not literally, that was near impossible (but guess who still tried) now that he had been diverted to helping the Acting Minister instead of the Actual Minister, but other kinds of distance. Not even necessarily because he felt directly responsible for all that had happened, though that was part of it, but... No, it didn't matter. There were just... things. Reasons. Things and reasons that didn't matter. It would have been the same with Mr Hollingberry if he were around, but instead they just had these visits, where Kaiser actively came to him. Honestly, it was almost cruel, but he still did it. Part of work, you know, and Kaiser really was just trying to throw himself into completing as many tasks as possible so he didn't have to think or feel anymore, despite knowing how risky it would be to overwork himself. Maybe he sort of wanted to see Mr Hollingberry too, just as much as he didn't, just like that was exactly the situation with Mr Fletcher. Merlin. His head hurt. Constantly. Kaiser was, at least, skilled at keeping up appearances and acting a-okay on the job, functional and functioning, all professional all the time. Outside of work was a little more patchy, but he tried not to think too much about that when he didn't have to. He was here to see Mr Hollingberry for work reasons, was the point; the personal assistant had become the personal owl, and today that owl brought a file with a list of detailed updates from Level One, plus other information for the Minister to cast his eye over, make comments on, that sort of thing. Could have used a real owl, maybe, but some of this stuff was a bit too sensitive to be entrusted to a bird beak. Kaiser supposed he was marginally more reliable than a bird - on his good days - so here he was. After pausing for a long moment outside the hospital room to gear himself up, Kaiser steeled himself and knocked on the door, then poked his head around it. "Mr Hollingberry, sir," he said, finding the man in question over by the window. "Are you okay to meet today?" Please say no. Please say no. ~~Please say yes.~~ __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!