Flirting With Disaster

Flirting With Disaster

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30 Oct 2014, 14:12 #1

Sawyer had told her to lie in order to snag herself a significant other. And at first that idea had seemed amazing, not to mention appropriate. She didn't want people freaking out over her sickness. Or running away because they couldn't take it. The idea of that hurt her to the point where she hadn't wanted to even consider entering a relationship for a while. But then she'd had that conversation with Sawyer outside the hospital about lying her way into a relationship, and she had considered doing just that for a while.

Violet just wasn't sure who to lie to. She had a fair share of friends but she'd never actually date any of them, even if Sawyer was the only one who knew. Quite a few of her friends were just a tad unsavory. So she wound up deciding to just not do it at all. She had no one worth lying to in her life in that way. And she felt as if her expiration date was a bit too short to go about finding someone new. But she did happen to have developed a bit of crush on Heather, the lovely Hogwarts Healer who sometimes gave her checkups and helped with her pain and nausea.

Heather was a good few years older than Violet but she didn't let that get to her at all. Mainly because she didn't think having a relationship with the Healer was likely at all. The chance of a Healer like Heather developing any sort of feelings for a lowly fifth year like her just seemed exceptionally unlikely. But that didn't mean that she couldn't flirt with the idea. Violet flirted with a lot of ideas. It was a big part of her life. She was a Ravenclaw after all and took great pride in thinking about the impossible or improbable quite often.

She'd decided that it might not hurt to be a bit more flirty than usual. Would it really hurt anything? She didn't think so. Heather probably wouldn't take her or her flirting very seriously at all. And it was that thought she kept in mind as she made her way into the Hospital Wing for her weekly checkup. She didn't find them all that necessary considering all her visits to St. Mungos but apparently the school had deemed one just as necessary as the other.

"Hello Heather," she greeted sitting on the nearest bed. "I'm here to be poked and prodded. Just do me a favor and make it enjoyable will you?"

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30 Oct 2014, 21:54 #2

Heather Pomfrey was a professional. She loved her job; she loved helping students and people in general get better. Healing wounds and seeing the relief on people's faces when the pain went away was one of her favourite moments. High-stress situations where someone needed immediately medical attention were scary, but they were situations in which Heather thought the clearest, and the high stress only ended with satisfaction when her patients came out of it in the clear. It was a tough job, but it was a great one, and she couldn't see herself doing anything other than this.

But not all patients could be saved. It was one of the first things she'd learned - always the hard way - during her Healer training and job shadowing. Most could be, but at all. It was the worst part of the job, but that didn't mean she still wouldn't try to do all she could help those patients. Patients like Violet Corner, the admittedly beautiful Ravenclaw girl with the most positive spirit Heather had ever met. She couldn't help but admire Violet's sheer strength. The girl was a force to be reckoned with, and over the time Heather had been helping her - performing frequent check ups to make sure the cancer hadn't spread anywhere that would shorten her life even more, administering potions to boost Violet's immune system, or fluffing her pillows to make sure she was as comfortable as possible during any overnight stays - Heather had started feeling things she shouldn't for a patient. Much less a patient who was not get of age and who was dying.

But other than what her health said, Heather did not view Violet as someone who was dying. On the contrary, Violet was full of life. And Heather was glad to be Violet's Healer. Of course, she'd prefer if Violet didn't need her, but Heather did look forward to Violet Corner's check ups. She knew that some part of that was wrong, but seeing Violet always put a smile to her face.

The fifth year was due for a standard check up today, and Heather kept glancing at the infirmary doors, waiting for the girl with colourful hair to make her entrance.
Heather was about to feed the fish when the door opened and Violet walked in, right on time for her appointment.
"Hello Violet," Heather said with a smile, the little container with fish food held in her hand. "I'll do my best. Hey, before you get settled, do you want to do the honours?" she asked, holding out the container. Her blue Surgeonfish - all five of them - swam up to the top of their large aquarium, which was located just outside of Heather's office. They'd seen the bottle of fish food, and knew it was lunch time.

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08 Nov 2014, 16:57 #3

For a split second Violet just stood there, wondering if by some chance her cancer had destroyed too many of her vital brain cells. Why else would she actually be considering flirting, actually flirting with Heather, someone who was older and more beautiful that she was? And while she was aware of the fact that having brain cancer had in no way destroyed her smarts, she couldn't help but wish that wasn't true. Because the possibility of having an excuse for any future actions would've been great.

But deep down she knew that this was just another one of her random life decisions. Something spurned on by her nonexistent future that was causing her to be a hell of a lot more reckless than she had been when she hadn't had an expiration date dangling over her head. Yes, that was it her expiration date was causing this bout of recklessness because she never would've flirted with someone in authority if she was going to live an incredibly long life, would she?

She found that she honestly had no answers to this question. She had never given a possible future without this sickness any bit of thought, having decided that what ifs were simply too depressing for her to even think about. Unanswered questions to Violet had become part of life. And dwelling on the impossible was as a whole, impractical.

So she'd chosen to live the rest of her life out on her terms. Regrets and wishes were no longer allowed and so, with that in mind she nodded her head at the fish food and took it in her own. Her fingers connected with Heather's for a second longer than they should have and instead of backing away nervously or swiftly, she smiled instead. Feeding the fish had become yet another part of their dynamic. Another notch in the totem of their not quite friendship.

She fed the fish slowly, enjoying the way the darted to the top and immediately towards the food, some even stopping to nibble her fingers in thanks. "They're always so happy," she observed, wishing that she could be a bit like the fish. "It's nice." She wished she could be as happy as these fish. And as she walked back to the examining table, a question was suddenly blurted out. "Do you think anyone would want to date the living dead?"

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05 Dec 2014, 22:58 #4

Heather wasn't sure when something had changed between them. She could not pinpoint the exact time that she had developed feelings for the beautiful, younger student. Perhaps there wasn't an exact moment. Perhaps it had been a slow process, and she was realising her feelings more and more every day. Or maybe she always had been attracted, from the moment Violet had stepped into the infirmary for the first time. Heather didn't believe in that love at first sight bull shit. She wasn't even sure she believed this was love, exactly, but it certainly was something. She cared for the dying girl more than a healer should her patient. It went entirely against code. If found out, she could be fired. Worse, she could lose her medical license and be forced to work in a cafe as a waitress for the rest of her life. Not that that would be a terrible thing, but it would not do for Heather. Her life was in medicine, in helping people and making sure they were as healthy as possible. But the more she saw Violet, the less she cared for the rules. There was just something incredible about the girl irresistable and admirable about her attitude and strength. How Violet did not seem like she was dying, how fully she embraced life, and how easily she had worked her way into Heather's heart.
And it was all so wrong, and so, so unfair.

Violet was dying, and it was irreversible. Despite knowing deep down inside of the inevitable, Heather had spent many sleepless nights scouring all of her books, writing out potion formulas until her hands were so cramped she was left in tears, trying to find something. A cure. A way to help Violet. But there was nothing. Even as she read so fast that her eyes blurred and she gave herself migraines, Heather had known she would not find anything. There was no secret cure out there. It was biology, and it was life, and it was out of her hands.
So she adopted Violet's attitude towards it all, and accepted it. But it was difficult to accept the feelings she had developed, knowing what she knew. If anything ever did happen between her and Violet, it would be the start to a tragedy. Or maybe it had already begun. In Heather's opinion, it had. But it would be beautiful. It already was.

She smiled as she watched Violet feed the fish, glad she'd waited until now to feed them. "Ignorance is bliss," Heather said before she realised what she was saying. The fish didn't know anything other than what happened in their aquarium. They didn't know of war, of cancer. They knew loss, but Heather didn't know fish enough to know if they truly understood what happened when one of them stopped swimming and went belly up, and then she removed them with a net. They were lucky that way.

When Violet finished feeding them, Heather followed her to her exam table. She motioned for Violet to sit tall as she began to check her vitals, recording each down on paper in her neat scrawl. It was a myth that doctors wrote messily, at least when it concerned Heather. Her writing was ledgible. She knew Violet knew the routine enough that she could probably do all this stuff herself, so Heather didn't bother stating what she was going to do before she did it. She was about to listen to Violet's heartbeat when she asked about dating the living dead.
Heather paused, the cold metal of the stethoscope inches from Violet's chest, and frowned. "You're not talking about zombies," she assumed. No, she had a strong hunch as to exactly what Violet was talking about. Instead of answering right away, she took a minute to listen to Violet's heartbeat, closing her eyes so that she could concentrate, because being so near the girl was more tempting than it should be. This was inappropriate, but she could not deny what she felt. Nor could she deny the flirtatious conversations she'd had with Violet every appointment. She wasn't stupid, but was this? Flirting was harmless, but crossing the line... Would that be harmless as well?
"Your heartbeat's a little fast," she commented, opening her eyes. "But not irregular." She checked Violet's blood pressure next, wondering about the fast heartbeat. "If you're referring to yourself," she said, finally answering Violet's question, "I don't like you referring to yourself as the living dead. You're alive, Violet, more than a lot of people I could name. And yes, I think anyone would want to date you. I think anyone would consider themselves lucky. To answer your question." She recorded Violet's blood pressure and picked up a needle and syringe. "Your favourite part," she said sarcastically, taking Violet's arm in her hand. She ran a thumb inside the crook of Violet's elbow, even though she knew the vein so well from which she'd be taking blood. She felt sometimes like she knew Violet better than anyone, but that wasn't true. There was so much to the girl she had yet to discover, and she was afraid she wouldn't have enough time to discover even half of it.

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08 Dec 2014, 05:32 #5

Violet nodded her head solemnly. "Ignorance is bliss," she repeated. Sometimes she wished she could be as ignorant as those fish. The idea of only knowing what was in front of her was both daunting and exhilarating at the same time. "But in all honesty I think I'd rather stay the same, you know? I mean,I've already sort of come to terms with my life and everything that is and isn't in it. So in hindsight I really don't think ignorance is something I'd ever wish upon myself."

She cast longing glances at the fish as Heather started the routine check up. She used to hate it, being poked and prodded like some sort of voodoo doll had never been her idea of fun. But now, the thing she supposed she hated the most about it was the fact that she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her while she was doing it.

She could feel her heart rate increase as the stethoscope touched her skin. She felt frozen, trapped between wanting to do something, anything and fearing repercussions. But there were bound to be some sort of repercussion, given the fact that she had just asked the healer the one question that had been on her mind since the first day she'd walked into the hospital wing for her very first check up.

"I call myself the living dead because it's how I came to peace with the situation. Because I have an expiration date and I do feel like a zombie sometimes." She shook her head and laughed outright. "Somedays I feel like it would be the greatest gift if I just went because then I wouldn't be in pain anymore. But other times, when I see you I just want to live forever or as long as it took to get you to notice me."

She shook her head slightly. "My heartbeat didn't increase because of my sickness, it increased because of my attraction."

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11 Dec 2014, 02:38 #6

It continued to astound and impress Heather how smart and worldly Violet was. She wondered if it was because of Violet's sickness or if she would be so wise and accepting of life and all its twists and turns, nooks and crannies, if she wasn't forced to view it for its truth. She doubted it. Sure, knowing you were dying changed you, but she didn't think Violet would be all that different if she weren't. Happier, perhaps. Which would be preferable, obviously.
"I suppose that begs the age old question," she said. "To know or not to know?" But Violet hadn't been given a choice about her future. She knew what was going on, and thus she wasn't ignorant to her future or somewhat lack-thereof. Heather always wondered herself if she'd prefer to know when she would die or not. Looking at Violet made her want to know, but she was also afraid. What if it was tomorrow and she discovered she didn't have enough time to do all of the things she wanted to accomplish? What if she wouldn't have time to say goodbye to everyone? "Sometimes ignorance can be beneficial," she said, which went against everything her former house believed it. Knowledge was power. But sometimes it was just easier if certain knowledge lacked. "But you do well without that ignorance, Violet." She did well in most things. Most sadly, not her health.

"You're still alive, Violet," Heather reminded her patient. If only that was all Violet was to Heather. "Expiration date or not, you're alive right now. We all have expiration dates. Yours just happens to be sooner than..." She trailed off with a sigh. "But if that's what you want to refer to yourself as, just remember zombies don't look like you." No, they certainly did not.
She looked at Violet sadly without meaning to, understanding why Violet might want it all to end now. But as Violet continued talking, the sadness faded from her face.

Heather blinked at the girl's boldness, and her own heartbeat began to beat faster, keeping pace with Violet's. "You've outlived the latter," she said, inspired by Violet's bravado. "I notice you, Violet." Perhaps that wasn't what a doctor should say to her patient, but Heather could not take back the words she'd let slip from her tongue and past her lips.
"Your attraction," she repeated, trying and failing to hide a smile as she playing with the needleless syringe in her hand. Heather paused, staring at the syringe for a moment before putting it down on her tool wheelie. She picked her stethoscope back up and held it out to Violet. "Would you like to try it out?" she offered. "Listen to my heartbeat?" She was aware she was toeing the line of protocol here. But she couldn't help it. Violet was just too tempting. And Heather's willpower seemed to be taking a nap.

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11 Dec 2014, 22:21 #7

Sawyer and Violet had made a deal just the other day. It had been one that concerned two very personal things, one being her virginity and the other being her extremely non-existent love life. He had agreed to help solve her virginity issues if she promised to get out there and make her life amazing.

Maybe that had been the reason behind the sudden bravery that she was feeling that day. The reason that she allowed her eyes to linger over Heather's body a little longer than necessary. Or why her hands had remained clenching Heather's for a few more seconds when she'd been handed the fish food. And maybe that was why she no longer cared about ignorance. Because was it really blissful for her to keep such feelings a secret when all she really wanted to do was act?

"I think I like knowing," she admitted. "But only about myself. I wouldn't want to be the one to hold information about anyone else's future inside my head." She shook her head sadly, feeling for one of the girls in her house that she'd heard rumors bore such a burden. She couldn't see how such information could ever be pleasant. "I like knowing my future because it's given me the opportunity to make sure I've left my mark on the world." She smiled softly.

She shrugged, brushing the fact away like yesterday's news. "Sure, for now but three months isn't all that far away and with every day that passes I start to feel more and more like this living dead girl." By calling herself a zombie she was simply referring to herself as what she was, one of the living dead. Cryptic or not, such words had led her to become at peace with the shortness of her existence. "There are such things as sexy zombies," she joked. "According to muggles anyway. So let's just consider me one of them, yeah?" A part of her didn't know if she was saying these things about sexy zombies in order to flirt or if she was saying them because she desperately wanted to chance the frown from the healer's face.

"I've what?", she asked, more than a little shocked. That had not been the reaction she'd expected at all. She spluttered slightly, feeling a bit like a fish out of water before finally managing to recover. This, this was news she could live with. Heather had noticed her, was attracted to her. Yes, she could live with this. Hell, if it was possible, she could live for this.

She shook her head no when Heather held the stethoscope out towards her. "If this were any other circumstance I'd be more than happy to listen to a heartbeat, to get a glimpse into another person and become just a bit closer to figuring out how the human body worked but this isn't that time." She picked the stethoscope up out of Heather's hand and gently placed it beside her.

"Now if I may continue my boldness there is something I'd rather do than hear your heartbeat and that's," she leaned forward placing slow, soft kisses to her healer's lips. "to feel it."

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