Who Am I?

[Idony Fawcett]

DATE: November 22nd, 1883
TAG: Open
WORDS: 240
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NOTES:

Polly's head was aching murderously. The only thing she could remember was a scream - her own scream - and a flash of blinding light. She had woken that morning down an alleyway without any memory of how she had gotten there or who she was. She had wandered aimlessly for a while before deciding to head towards a large building. It looked like an important place, maybe they could help her there?

She walked into the place and immediately felt very out of place - the people there were dressed smartly and there she was dressed like a.... What was she dressed like? Maybe that was some sort of clue. The crowds of people outside had been very overwhelming and confusing but this place was thankfully more quiet but she was too scared to approach anyone. Polly didn't know why this was - she couldn't think of a reason why she felt so anxious and apprehensive around people but she did. Unable to work up the courage to talk to anyone, she clutched at her head in frustration and backed away towards the door where she had come from but backed into someone. Nearly jumping out of her skin, she shrieked and whirled around, and pointed at the person as if threatening them with a weapon. That was odd, it felt like something was missing but what? "Don't come any closer!" she demanded, her voice trembling as she spoke.

  

[Mary Urquart]

As a Welcome Witch at the Ministry, Mary saw all sorts of things. Certainly she did not usually see the types of things that they saw at the Hospital, but it was still enough to keep her on her toes. Today, the girl who stumbled in looked as though she belonged, not at the Ministry, but at Hogsmeade Hospital.

After a few moments of watching her, Mary (who was far enough along with her fifth and maybe sixth child to be showing) stood up from the desk where she usually welcomed people and directed traffic and went over to the girl.

"Dearie, do you need some help?" she asked. Jumping around like that, whirling around as if pointing a wand that she wasn't holding — the girl might not know that she needed help, but she obviously did.

  

[Melchior Urquart]

The morning hadn't started out all that great for Melchior. Firstly, his house elf split his morning coffee all over his new suit. Not only did Mel suffer from a nasty burn, but, his new suit had been ruined. To say that the house elf was punished would have been an understatement. In fact, Mel had half a mind to sell the wretched thing on to another family. But, the elf had been within his family for generations, and Mel was sure that his mother would have disapproved if he were to do such a thing.

After Melchior had changed into a fresh and clean suit, he said goodbye to his wife, and two sons. Then Melchior started his journey into the ministry. The journey itself was uneventful, and Mel arrived at the ministry without a problem. It was when he actually stepped in through the doors that he encountered his second problem of the day. The place was packed solid full of people, so packed that Mel couldn't walk two steps before bumping into someone. By the time he was nearing the front desk, Melchior had been bumped into by so many people, he was close to going over the edge of a rather unpleasant, and rather ungentlemanly rant.

He was taking a moment to calm himself down, when he was bumped into again by a woman, who seemed to be rather distressed. It didn't matter to the interrogator if she was distressed, lost or just downright crazy. It was the last straw for Melchior, and he was going to make that perfectly clear. "Watch where you're going you dirty little..." Before Melchior could get further into his disrespectful rant. They were joined by the welcome witch on duty today, and it was further insult to injury that Melchior needed to top it all off today. The welcome witch was none other than his so called brother’s wife, Mary, a black American woman who was half blood in status. It also seemed as if she was pregnant with Balthazar's child. In a sense, it was a good thing their father wasn't alive to witness this utter abomination being breed into their respectable family.

With a very stern, and dark eye on the black woman. Melchior stepped forward, in between the unknown crazy woman, and Mary. "We're perfectly fine here, this woman was about to apologize for bumping into me. So, why don't you go and fetch someone their coffee or tea. Isn't that what you glorified slaves do?" Every word that Mel spoke was venomous, and distasteful. There wasn't an ounce of respect anywhere within his voice, or within his facial expression.

  

[Idony Fawcett]

DATE: November 22nd, 1883
TAG: Mary & Melchior
WORDS: 184
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The man she had bumped into seemed very stern and she felt threatened by him, especially after the way he began addressing her. She felt threatened and her first instinct was to act on her fear and escape the situation but suddenly there were two of them. She had no idea what their relation was but she instantly paired them in her mind as being on the same side, so to speak. Except the intimidating man addressed the woman as harshly as he had addressed her and she had to rethink that.

There was a particularly violent pang of pain in her head, causing her to whimper quietly and clutch her head in pain again, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She didn't know who she was, where she was, who these people were or what was wrong with her and it was quickly growing far too overwhelming for her to handle. She took a few small steps backward, away from the two, wishing her head would stop hurting and things would be explained to her, the confusion would drive her crazy.
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[Mary Urquart]

Mary glared at Melchior; her husband's family was very unpleasant, and she had no desire to take that sort of nastiness -- but she also had to be careful in her condition, and polite at work. "It appears, Mr. Urquart, that the young lady is in distress and in need of aid."

It was not as though Melchior was the fist one to speak so to Mary. She had been born property and lived as a servant for much of her life. She had been living with Balthazar when the law would not allow their marriage. She turned to the young lady again, a kind smile on her face. "Miss, what's wrong?"

  

[Idony Fawcett]

DATE: November 22nd, 1883
TAG: Mary & Melchior
WORDS: 136
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"My head," she mumbled through tears that were slowly starting to trickle down her face. "It h-hurts. I d-don't know... I don't know anything. Where am I? What is this place? Who are you?" She felt so confused, couldn't someone - anyone - give her some idea as to who she was?

What if no one knew her? What if this wasn't the place she had lived and everyone in the entire town was a stranger and she had family somewhere who knew her except they didn't know where to find her and so she was doomed to be lost and separated from familiar people for the rest of her days? It wasn't a very cheerful or optimistic prospect but there was just so much she didn't know and it was overwhelming to say the least.

  

[Mary Urquart]

"My name is Mary Urquart," Mary said gently. She was treating this young woman like a child, but she seemed to need it. "You're at the Ministry of Magic. Maybe we should get you to the hospital ..."

If this girl couldn't remember her name and didn't know where she was, if had some sort of head injury (as her headache would seem to indicate) then she needed medical attention.

  

[Idony Fawcett]

DATE: November 22nd, 1883
TAG: Mary & Melchior
WORDS: 72
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None of the names this woman was saying made sense to Polly. Mary Urquart? Ministry of Magic? She did know what a hospital was though. She wasn't sure if a hospital could do anything, she wasn't hurt or sick- Well that wasn't quite true, she did have that horrid headache and a headache with amnesia was probably a good enough reason.

"Hospital..." she mumbled. That was probably where she ought to be.