RP: Getting back into a routine

[tt_viktor.insanejournal.com]

Date: 3 November 2001
Characters: Viktor Krum, Alicia Spinnet, Anyone
Setting: On the paths in Settlement One
Content: PG
Status: Public : Complete



Working with the Ark was far more interesting than Viktor had originally thought it would be and he was pleased that he could, at least, have the renewed companionship of Charlie Weasley to make him feel more at home in this new world. Hermione had been going out of her way to visit him almost every day and he appreciated her friendship but there were just some things he could not open up to her about. Viktor knew, of course, that he was luckier than most in that his entire team and their families were living on the settlement in the homes around him - their own little slice of Bulgaria, as Hermione put it. She was right, of course, since the oldest of the grandmothers had thrown open the doors of her home every morning and the team shared breakfast with her and many of the elders of their group.

Dressed only in jogging shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers, Viktor lifted his hand to wave to Marko, his teammate who lived next door and headed off down the path at a light pace to start. His wand was tucked into his waistband and the sky was clear, for the moment, so he followed the sign posts toward the outer ring of the settlement where the path would follow along the walls. A few people out in their yards called out greeting to him as he passed but Viktor did not slow in his stride, instead, picking up a bit of speed as he went. He wasn't scheduled to return to the Ark for the day and he had every intention of restoring his exercise regiment to normal. Kingsley had lifted the flying ban a week earlier and the Vultures were practicing as much as they were able with the promise from Command that there would be Quidditch games in the future. Turning a corner, Viktor found himself on the outer path of the settlement and headed North toward the gate.

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[tt_alicia.insanejournal.com]

Alicia was growing restless. The free feeling of visiting the Ark last weekend had more or less been eaten up by the almost ridiculous amount of extra hours she had spent at work in the following week. The extra hours, however, had been worth it, and thanks to the open-mindedness of the medical staff in Two and the patient in question, one of the Senior Healers in One had been allowed to attempt the Healing of a crushed femur, and Alicia had been asked to assist. So one by one, they had moved and reattached each fragment of bone, and Healed every small damage to the surround tissue. It had worked, and though the Muggle patient would have to go easy on his leg for a while, it was a far cry better than the amputation which had been the Muggle medics' only other alternative.

It had taken daily session in Two, long sessions, and the result of that – aside from the saved leg – was very evident in the amount of credits on Alicia's data pad, a fact Sam had pointed out to her along with a comment about him being proud to be the brother of the Healer who helped save a leg, but also embarrassed to have a hermit for a sister. He was obviously convinced, that she was well on the way to becoming a withered old spinster. So, when Alicia had picked up her want, intent on Transfiguring her furniture to be more... personal, and Sam had – very maturely – coughed 'spinster', she had taken to pacing in order to figure out how to get started.

Before she was aware of it, she had changed into her running gear, and had set off down the path. Normally, she enjoyed the heat and didn't even have much in terms of complaints about the humidity either, but right now, she did miss the crisp autumn air of England. Then she rethought that notion, and praised herself grateful that she had been rescued to this point in time, where they didn't have to worry about the world turning into a freezing hell, except for the occasional ice age, but they were thousands, if not millions, of years apart.

Before she had left the house, she had heard Sam crank up his music, and as she was running at a good pace towards the northern gate, she found herself humming along to her memory of T. Rex's 20th Century Boy (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ylww2dOW7fg). A sharp chuckled escaped her when the appropriateness of that song struck, only not before she noticed that she wasn't alone.

"I'm sorry," she apologized to the other jogger. "I wasn't laughing at you."