The Healer | Part 3: The Survivors

The Notebook

Edith

I allowed myself to sleep in the following day. Angus eventually woke me up with his incessant hooting. I groaned and got up. I usually brought him back a few pieces of bacon from the breakfast table downstairs. The lazy owl couldn't even be bothered to hunt for his own breakfast.

I dressed quickly in my exercise clothes and crept down the stairs in search of something to eat. The table in the lobby that had been laden with snacks the night before was now full of breakfast foods. I returned to my bedroom with a bowl of porridge for myself and a few slices of bacon and toast for Angus.

After breakfast, I laced up my trainers and headed outside for my morning run.

I went for runs religiously every second day since I had been out of hiding. I had realized quickly that exercise was extremely important for my own mental health and even on the days when I didn't feel like doing it, I did anyway because I always felt better afterwards.

It was later in the day than it usually was when I jogged. It was hotter, I wasn't able to go as far as I normally did, I was out of breath and dripping with sweat by the time I returned to the dormitory. I hadn't seen as many muggles out jogging as I usually did. But my mind felt better for it anyway.

I wasn't sure how long I had cried for after going to bed early that morning, but I certainly felt better now. My head was clearer. I couldn't dwell on George, who knew if he would ever come back? Someone was running the joke shop, that was apparent enough. It was always packed whenever I visited Diagon Alley. I wasn't sure if it was him or if he had trusted someone else with the task, but I couldn't bear to go in. I had lived on the third-floor of that building for the better part of a year, it would break my already fragile heart to see the shop and all of his hard work without him there.

There was a nagging voice in the back of my head reminding me that it had been over a year since I'd seen him. He may very well never come back. Maybe it was time for me to try to move on. I shook my head and pushed the thought from my mind. I was too busy to sort out my emotions. I had far too much to do without dwelling on the likes of George Weasley.

After I showered, I started on my homework. It usually took me a good portion of both Saturday and Sunday to finish all my homework and reading. I didn't have much time left. It would be a late night. Angus was already asleep on his perch. He wouldn't be very good company until it was dark out.

With a sigh, I opened my books and started reading.

George

The whole house slept in until nearly noon the following day. And even then, Mum made everyone else continue cleaning up from the night before. She insisted that I needn't worry about it, but I felt a little guilty, Bill had gone home and Percy was away on his honeymoon. Plus everyone else was tired from the day before. More wands would make everything go quicker.

'Do you know where Edith's living?' I asked Ginny as we collapsed the marquee.

'Er...' she hesitated. 'She lives in the dormitory during the school year.'

'Yes, well, it's July,' I reminded her. She rolled her eyes at me.

'I know that!' She replied. 'She might live with her sister during the summer.'

'But her sister just got married,' I reminded her.

If I had just got married, I wouldn't want my sister-in-law living with me. Maybe she had a flat somewhere else. Or maybe she lived with the Phillips girl. Though, I had no idea where that would be either.

'I know that too,' she scoffed.

'Haven't you spoken to her lately?' I asked. Fleur, I could excuse for not keeping in touch with Edith, she had a newborn at home. Ginny, however, was a different story.