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December 29, 1999
During the last 9 days, I've brought into the world fifteen little witches and eleven little wizards. I delight at seeing the baby's eyes seem to begin to focus for the first time.
I was working on bringing wizard number 9 into the light I recieved the message over the delivery room's loudspeaker; "Lucky, your beautiful Witch left us some chocolate covered fruit in the breakroom!" I really didn't need to hear that, Here I am with a cutting beam coming out of my wand and I'm making incisions to do a cesarian.
I remember the last time the Puffgirl's Night Out where they delivered my box at the hospital. It's very dangerous to get inbetween a Medi-Witch and her chocolate...I had lots of friends that night in between rounds the box emptied, but I enjoyed the chocolate scented cardboard. While I am the biggest fan of chocolate in the world, the sight of the Witch in the bunny slippers makes my heart race.
After the bairn was safe in the nursery and his mum was in her room recovering, I went to the break rom and found out that I had my own box waiting on me and my co-workers. I feel so contented that she’s in my life and that she does something special for me and my friends and colleagues.
By the time I finished my paperwork, I was on the job 16 hours. It was time to go home. I just had my own floo connection put to my fireplace in my suite. I gathered Noden into his traveling cage and walked to the floo center and toss some powder and I call out “Piper’s Roost!”
I love having my own floo connection. I can walk in and let Noden out of his cage and collapse on my bed and die for a few hours. Paul usually wakes me up in six hours or I get a rude awakening from Brio requesting attention. The only problem I have with it, I can get called in at all hours of the day and night easier.
0515 Hrs, I hear the whoosh of green flames coming out of my grate. “MacMillan, Madam Winkler just came in and we need you at St. Mungo’s as soon as possible!” I roll out of bed and wrap a dressing gown and seal it and glance down at the Medi-Witch in training and say, “I’ll be there after I have a shower—I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” “Come on lass,” I say as I scoop up Brio and take her to loo as I get ready.
0528-I’m dressed in my Healer’s green robes and I walk into the sitting room. Here is my Brio levitating the cat basket towards the fireplace. It was so cute. “Brio, lass. I can’t take you to Susan’s, she won’t be there till 7.” She gave me such a look then turns around and walks away with her tail in the air. I just wonder what condition my rooms will be in when I get back.
I load Noden into his cage because having a owl as personable as he is becomes very handy. Just as I threw the floo powder into the grate, and Noden and I step in, I see Brio hiss at me, from experience, a warning sign.
During the last 9 days, I've brought into the world fifteen little witches and eleven little wizards. I delight at seeing the baby's eyes seem to begin to focus for the first time.
I was working on bringing wizard number 9 into the light I recieved the message over the delivery room's loudspeaker; "Lucky, your beautiful Witch left us some chocolate covered fruit in the breakroom!" I really didn't need to hear that, Here I am with a cutting beam coming out of my wand and I'm making incisions to do a cesarian.
I remember the last time the Puffgirl's Night Out where they delivered my box at the hospital. It's very dangerous to get inbetween a Medi-Witch and her chocolate...I had lots of friends that night in between rounds the box emptied, but I enjoyed the chocolate scented cardboard. While I am the biggest fan of chocolate in the world, the sight of the Witch in the bunny slippers makes my heart race.
After the bairn was safe in the nursery and his mum was in her room recovering, I went to the break rom and found out that I had my own box waiting on me and my co-workers. I feel so contented that she’s in my life and that she does something special for me and my friends and colleagues.
By the time I finished my paperwork, I was on the job 16 hours. It was time to go home. I just had my own floo connection put to my fireplace in my suite. I gathered Noden into his traveling cage and walked to the floo center and toss some powder and I call out “Piper’s Roost!”
I love having my own floo connection. I can walk in and let Noden out of his cage and collapse on my bed and die for a few hours. Paul usually wakes me up in six hours or I get a rude awakening from Brio requesting attention. The only problem I have with it, I can get called in at all hours of the day and night easier.
0515 Hrs, I hear the whoosh of green flames coming out of my grate. “MacMillan, Madam Winkler just came in and we need you at St. Mungo’s as soon as possible!” I roll out of bed and wrap a dressing gown and seal it and glance down at the Medi-Witch in training and say, “I’ll be there after I have a shower—I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” “Come on lass,” I say as I scoop up Brio and take her to loo as I get ready.
0528-I’m dressed in my Healer’s green robes and I walk into the sitting room. Here is my Brio levitating the cat basket towards the fireplace. It was so cute. “Brio, lass. I can’t take you to Susan’s, she won’t be there till 7.” She gave me such a look then turns around and walks away with her tail in the air. I just wonder what condition my rooms will be in when I get back.
I load Noden into his cage because having a owl as personable as he is becomes very handy. Just as I threw the floo powder into the grate, and Noden and I step in, I see Brio hiss at me, from experience, a warning sign.
THE GREAT ESCAPE
I still wonder how she arranges the special beam of sunlight that I know she makes it nice and warm just for me. It is wonderful to nap in.
I do many things for her to show my gratitude for her bringing in the children to play with me. Their mums dangle the yarn in such a seductive manner that I can’t resist. How can they do what they need to do without my supervision and guidance?
I must prove my guile and resourcefulness and show the Green man I don’t need him to go to the musician’s nest. I’ll just require his services to bring me to my demesnes I’ll creep out of the building and ‘think’ my way to her nest. I’ve seen Greenman do it enough. I creep down the stairs and see the old man toddle down towards the door.
Head down, tail up…twitch tail and wait for the opening; when the door is open far enough, run like the wind through the door. I’M FREE, I’M OUTSIDE, AND MUSICIAN HERE I COME! Just as I go to leap up on the fence so I can try to ‘think’ my way to her nest, I hear two loud finger snaps. The first one makes me freeze in mid air; the next puts me in the arms of the little gray fish man. Well I think of him as that, because he gives me the best fish that makes my whiskers tingle. The next things I hear are the following, “Bad kitty Brio. Littlest Master Ernie would be very upset if youse runs away. Paul takes you back wheres you belong.”
The gray fishman distracted me with a small plate of smoked salmon and then I tried to get outside yet again. I approached the doors and ran into a barrier that slid me back few feet. I enjoyed the slide so I tried it again. I know there are sills to the windows in my rooms, I’ve napped there before. I can see them now, but when I go to jump up and look out, they aren’t there.
I explore the room again to find the changes, and then I see the green smoke powder on the fireplace mantle. I know I can use the green smoke to get there, but I don’t remember seeing a fireplace in her nest. Note to self, look for a fireplace the next time I’m at the Musician’s nest. Till then, I might as well hop on Green Man’s pillow and nap and think.
I find out where Madam Winkler is being treated and I walk down to the exam room. Madam Winkler is one of my patients that I have taken care of since the first exam. These mums always have a special place in my heart. I can practically see the faces of their bairns as I see their bodies move under the skin. That is one reason I adapted the sonogram so I actually see them.
I diagnosed the problem as toxemia. I talk with my other trainees and they agree at my diagnosis. I then take the chart and we talk with Healer Hollingsworth and he agreed with my treatment, bed rest and observing her blood pressure.
Before I know it, I’m called to other duties and it is 8 p.m. in the evening I just made it in time to the gift shop. Here I come into Madam Winkler’s room with two stuffed kneazles, one black and one white and a single red-rose. She seems to be sound to sleep.
I silently cast my diagnostic spells and she’s not exhibiting any changes from this morning. I place the toys and flower on her bedside table. I then cast sonitus-adludo-maginor over her stomach. The picture isn’t of the best quality because I’m not following the directions, but I can make out the babies inside her.
“Ian and Moira, we need to make a deal,” I whisper. I will rejoice when it comes time to see you in person. It just has been so long since I’ve seen and held the Witch that I adore for more than a few minutes.
“So my good lad and lass, if you could do all that you can to stay where you are as long as possible, it would be good for your development and it will make your Healer ecstatic. I’ve even bought you birthday presents (ok bribes)…I’ll be here if you need me, but try your best not to until later in the day on 1 January? That’s less than 96 hours, you can do it, I know you can!
“Thanks for listening to me, Ian and Moira and try to keep our bargain?”
I conjure a sheet of parchment and write, “For the Winkler bairns and their Mum. Have a happy morning.” E. MacMillan
I turn to leave the room, I hear Madam Winkler speak. “Healer MacMillan I’m glad you’ll be here for us. The three of us will do our best, good luck with your pretty Witch.”
I nod my head with thanks as my ears begin to turn bright red.