Thread: Love is merely a madness {Vitae and Snape}

A raging fire at the stone fireplace, decorated with ancient runes, that night reflected her mood. Flames were reverberating in her blue eyes, which were set on a single object, but the mind of hers was obviously wandering somewhere outside of the room which now, during the great blast of emotion, to Medora seemed small, worthless, ill and at some point depressive. Fingers on both hands remained clenched tightly into fists,her whole tiny and slender frame was engaged into trembling, and a second later she got up to her feet, beginning to stroll around the cabinet hastily. Medora could already sense the taste of embarrassment she was willingly accepting just to keep up with her researches... Researches which could not be finished unless she had herself indulged and trusted by the staff of Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic was almost a place she lived at - who didn't know the charming Medora Burke from the department of Mysteries! Indeed, for the most it was a mystery why daughter of a shop keeper, instead of taking over his business, had chosen a life in the depths of the Ministry... Nearly from the day she's been accepted, Medora began working with an enthusiasm which could only be envied, and her co-workers were more than glad to receive a young energetic spirit at their facility... But suspicions about this woman's true intentions appeared after she's got carried away to the rate of her making researches and experiments through the nights for a week, or sometimes two! And now, at the age of thirty-three, having a good reputation and salary, Medora swapped her important work to the post of a nurse at Hogwarts. The first morning at her new work was terrible - Medora overslept the breakfast, because of getting herself the finest of the looks got late to the hospital wing,was personally yelled at by McGonagall for her 'inappropriate appearance' Medora snorted here, puling her short dress down a little., and had to deal with imbeciles who had no ideas how to use their wands and now were suffering because of fast growing nose hair. Her mood didn't get any better afterwards too, as right after the lunch Medora was introduced to a big package of students who were vomiting worms due their 'friends' hexed their meals. The dinner, again, Medora had to skip, as she took a short nap on one of the beds at her working area, causing McGonagall only more rage as she walked into her sleeping. The last student disappeared only after the midnight, and now the new nurse could have taken a rest... With a book in her hand. Silently locking the door after herself, Medora began her journey through the halls filled with the moonlight, shortcuts hidden by sleepy portraits that did not thank her for waking them up, through the castle which was already dreaming and expecting tomorrow to be a better day. Castle seemed to be alive, to be one big creature, with it's own secrets, feelings and sorrows. This castle was always intriguing Medora...Maybe because of all the magic kept here through the years? She couldn't tell...It was just an affection to her past school, nothing but love to the memories it gave her. Her steps echoed in empty halls, and her heels mercilessly hit the ground - only a few steps away from the library, when passing Flitwick's cabinet, Medora got on her toes to not be heard. And so she took the very last step, reaching her destination. Library at the night time, Medora had to admit, looked even more stunning - like a labyrinth where Minotaur was awaiting for his prey, and excited she's began passing shelves filled with ancient wisdom. Soon she stopped at the near end of the restricted part, and took a book she's marked at the day time when grasping a small amount of free time - Medora's heartbeat increased as her fingers slid down the back of the book, and she slowly opened it, thirsty for the knowledge it was about to pour.