Penelope Clearwater

Well this is decidedly boring.

Private to Self
Perhaps I shouldn't have convinced and helped Rosier with this plan of his. At least back in merry old England I had something worthwhile to occupy my time with. Now, instead of Healing and tending to the children in my ward, I'm sitting here with nothing to do and twiddling my thumbs. There might be the occasional conversation, but nothing substantial. I prefer speaking and spending my time with Lanse and Dahlia anyway. I barely know these people and even those that were friends of mine before have changed so drastically that I barely recognise them now. I might support their cause and what they fight for, but they have all changed. Some - the change isn't for the better.

Even Lanse is slightly different now that we're here. He really is showing that snarky, sarcastic side of his. I would almost feel sorry for those on the other end of his tirades if I didn't find it amusing.

I do need to find something to preoccupy my time with. Perhaps I could help with keeping Dahlia up to par with her schooling so she doesn't fall too terribly behind while we're here. That might require quite a few extra books though and the others might not be so keen on shopping for children's books. I'll have to speak to Lanse about it and see what he thinks.

Who: Penelope Clearwater, Lansing Rosier, Dahlia Rosier, George Weasley, and anyone George would have brought along.
When: Shortly after this.
Where: Kidwelly, Wales
Rating: R - for possible violence, swearing, and sarcasm galore.
Summary: The plan has been set into motion, the bait taken, and now the results. In other words, the Order captures Lansing Rosier.

( If the plan came to fruition, those things would remain unmade and undone.  )

[Warded private after her conversation with Miriam]

They were patients, for goodness sake! Now my patients are unable to sleep because word has gotten around the hospital that a bunch of LUNATICS people came in the hospital and killed PATIENTS! They're children, some pure-blooded, and now their recovery time BECAUSE OF YOU will be even longer. Have you no decency? No respect for those that need care? One day, you may need care too and you would expect a hospital that is safe, caring, and is staffed with individuals who can do their job properly. I would rather die than heal YOU

The morgue is full so they're not placing the dead in spare rooms.

This is just sick.

Nothing today. Thank goodness. Had another child not made it because I either overlooked something or they were so sick, I would have left and just given up. Of course, leaving wouldn't exactly be an option considering my current circumstances, so I suppose it's more a figure of speech than anything else. And since there has been nothing but upsetting and depressing news written in here lately, I think a spot of something positive is needed.

Unfortunately, I cannot provide that yet, so to those few friends who care I have in the world (provided you're even somewhere near your journals), lend a hand and tell me something happy, please?

And another one. I don't know whether they're just coming in sicker these days or if I'm becoming incompetent. I never overlook things and have always been thorough - why do I keep missing things?

I'm pretty sure I've managed to catch one of the cold's circulating around the hospital. As for which it is, I'm still waiting for the tests to get back so that I can start on whatever potions I'll need to get better as soon as possible.

We've had a very interesting case come in the last few weeks - a woman, who was originally just having twins came in for tests and we discovered that she was having more than twins. She's having quadruplets. The last time that happened, according to our records, was four and a half years ago.

I miss the days when I believed in Father Christmas. Watching Mr. Rosier's daughter make him a special card and listening to her plans for us to make him special cookies has almost made me nostalgic for both my parents and my childhood. I hope her innocence lasts for quite some time and that she's not spoiled about his true existence for several more years.

The question remains, however (and I was greatly inspired by Miriam to attempt this endeavour, actually), would Father Christmas prefer sugar cookies with extra decorative sprinkles, peanut butter cookies with extra peanut flavour, or chocolate chip cookies with extra chocolate chips?

I've been holed up at the hospital for several days now and kipping naps whenever and almost wherever I can. The influx of patients has caused most of us assigned to specific wards to take on additional duties elsewhere to ease some of the burden downstairs. Things are finally slowing down and more and more patients are being sent home to rest as opposed to being admitted here.

I'm exhausted.

Looking at the calendar, I didn't even realise it was the 25th. I was so busy that I missed my birthday. 26 isn't an important year, anyway. It only proves that I'm getting old.

I can write again at least. I suppose that's some sort of consolation after what happened. That's not to say I didn't deserve it, but while my arm was healing, it was rather debilitating and difficult to heal and write.

I apologise to those I've offended in the past; it won't happen again.

Were it not for the fact that I don't want to see another child fatherless, I would easily speak about things openly - like the fact that you keep leaving for one thing or another, take your daughter to her aunt's, and leave me here alone.

If only you knew how easily it would be to escape; I could have taken Oliver up on his offer ages ago, but I didn't because there wasn't anything out there for me. I had no where to go; I still have no where to go, but that's a mere technicality. You should feel lucky I was a Ravenclaw as opposed to a Gryffindor or Slytherin.

No dress-up or tea parties tonight. Unfortunately, those are the highlights of my evenings, so it's rather sad that Mr Rosier's daughter can't doesn't want to play. At least I have the consolation of remembering what happened at St. Mungo's today to keep me amused. Someone tried to transform into their supposed animagus form and wound up with duck feet and a beak, but the rest was still him. A quacking, webbed-foot man; I can certainly say that I've seen everything now.

Of course, one of the interns sorted him out. I didn't feel like helping. They managed to get the beak fixed, but his toes are permanently webbed together.

( Hexed Private with the wand she uses for healing to Lansing Rosier )

( Private to Penelope's close friends )

I want to go home. Not just home to Rosier's place because it's exactly that: Rosier's place. Instead, I want to go home, to my own apartment where everything is exactly as I want it to be, there aren't people around all the time, and where I can simply do whatever it is that I want. I thought I could pretend that everything was fine; being a slave was easy to forget, but seeing the people here and how happy they are despite being a country that isn't as technologically advanced. It makes me miss how things were beforehand. I blame the entire British Ministry for it too - not just HIM, but everyone who sat back (myself included) and let it happen without physically doing something about it before it reached the point of no return.

I doubt I'll even live to return home anyway, so it's really just a fanciful dream. I can't even speak my mind freely without getting admonished.

I'm beginning to wonder if I could feasibly get by with poisoning him the next time he manages to get beat up by one of his fellow Death Eaters. I'm sure I could easily fake the reports and say that he managed to take too much without authorization, especially after the last time he was at St. Mungos and practically ate everything in sight!

I rather like being out of the country and learning about new things and new places. The Croatians are definitely fascinating people, even if we don't speak the same language or understand each other most of the time. Still, the city we're currently staying in is beautiful and we're right by the ocean so it allows for a great view in the morning.

Added a bit later: I no longer care who reads this, but Conrad Warrington is the most despicable, disgusting, down-right stupidest person I've ever had the misfortune of meeting! Honestly, where do people like him even come from!

In the last week, I have played every major Disney character at least twice! Some were easier than others, but I think I prefer leaving those acting skills to the films themselves. No one can do Snow White or Ariel justice like their cartooned selves. It was all in good fun though, and was a break from the norm of going to the hospital and coming back here to make dinner and do what's expected of me around here.

Next week, however, Mr. Rosier's daughter has plans for us to start playing school. I really hope I'm not the teacher!

I believe we might need to install some charms around here that muffle sounds from particular wards where patients are slightly overzealous and have no qualms spouting swear words and derogative phrases. The children can actually hear him them and are beginning to repeat them. I've already had to deal with two complaints from parents because their son was calling women "birds" or their daughter was kept repeating an offensive phrase over and over again because she found it amusing.

In other exciting news, I've been told that I have the esteemed honour of playing Cinderella tonight. Hopefully I can do her justice.

I hope you're happy now. He was just a child.

Oliver, where are you? I know it hasn't been a year yet, but I'm ready to leave now.

( Picture taped into Penelope's journal )

We've finally caught up here at the hospital after the incident in Diagon Alley a few days ago. Most of the patients that came in have already been healed, discharged, and sent home. Only a handful remain due to receiving life-threatening injuries, but I suspect and hope that within a day or two they'll finally be released and everything will finally return back to normal. I can't remember ever pulling shifts this long and being this tired since I interned several years ago. I definitely don't miss those days.

How is everyone? I haven't heard any news.

Mr. Rosier was released from the hospital yesterday, much to his daughter and my relief. Technically, he still has a concussion from the fall he took, but he's recovering quite nicely. Unfortunately, the noise from the London traffic during the day and night aren't helping so, until he is fully healed and back to his usual self, he has opted to move all of us, his daughter and Nanny included, to his estate in Wales. It's much cooler here, but quieter. I believe he'll be healed fully in no time.

I've been allowed to have meals again, but I'm still not allowed to work pediatrics. It's a price I'll willingly pay for what I've done and for which I'm still infinitely sorry for.

Did you know that Dahlia, Mr. Rosier's daughter, has over 150 Wizard's cards from her chocolate frogs?