RP: Feeling at Home
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tutistempus_rpgDate: 15. December, 2001
Characters: Alicia and Sam Spinnet [NPC] – Open if anybody wants to drop by
Setting: Alicia's house, late afternoon
Content: No adult content
Status: Closed: Complete or Open: Public
Alicia had heard him enter her house just as she had stepped into the shower, so it came as no surprise to her when she shortly after heard the tones from the keyboard in her living room fill the house. Though all of the instruments were at Sam's house, he had insisted that she keep the keyboard here, lest she completely forgot how to use it. She didn't mind, and had found herself playing more often than she had thought she would.
Even though Sam was out there, she was in no hurry to finish her shower. It had been a very busy day at the Medical Center, and she just wanted to wash all the pain and quick decisions off before she either went to Viktor's house or he showed up here, all depending on who was done where and when. Rinsing she soap off her body, she finally left the shower, and began toweling dry. Sam was improvising, though she recognized the base melody; a melancholy yet content song that resonated deep within her. It had been a favourite of their father's for as long as she could remember.
Once dry, she pulled on a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt before she brushed her hair and padded barefoot in to find Sam looking up at her, though he kept on playing. "What's with the New York State of Mind?" she asked him and sat down on the bench next to him, making him scoot a little to make room for her.
"Remember the Christmas carol sing-a-longs Mum used to have with her students?" Sam asked, his fingers dancing over the keys as the melody changed, and Alicia nodded with a smile. "I used to love them," she said with a small sigh, thinking back to the years before she had started Hogwarts when she had been amongst the group of children wailing along as her Mum played whichever instrument the kids suggested.
"Me too," said Sam and with a few quick chord changes, the tempo changed and Alicia grinned when she began humming along to Good King Wenceslas. His amusement was hard to miss as he continued; "that's why we had one for the youngest kids today. Been playing carols and Christmas songs for hours today, and..." his hands began bouncing on the keys, the staccato rhythm as he began to sing about lighting the menorah for Hanukkah.
"Really?" Alicia asked, oddly proud of her brother for having included it in his repertoire today.
"Really," Sam confirmed. "The most adorable little girl you can imagine asked if we could play some Hanukkah songs as well, so we did all the songs they could remember. Even..."
Again the rhythm and key changed until it was a light bluesy tune. "I'm... dreaming... of a white... Christmas..." Sam began to croon in his best imitation of deep voice of The Drifters. "Just like the ones I used to know..."
"Oh, you're not getting me to doo-wop with you today," Alicia objected with a laugh and a shake of her head. It was fun, but she just didn't feel like it today.
"I figured," Sam gave her and slowly but sure brought the music back to the improvisation he had initially been playing. "Heard how busy it was at the med center today."
"Yeah, nothing serious, though, just a constant stream of cuts and bruises and broken limbs," Alicia sighed resting her head down on Sam's shoulder. For a long while she just watched his fingers dance on the keys as she listened to the tones he created. She couldn't help but wonder what had put Sam in the mood he was in now. Yes, she was having a few difficulties finding her Christmas spirit with the weather being as it was: warmer than when they had first arrived, so maybe singing about dreaming of a white Christmas had brought on his homesickness, but... no, that didn't seem right. This would be their first Christmas with just the two of them and a pang of longing for her mum settled in her chest, but that seemed too dark for the song he was playing. Softly she began to hum along, finding that the song was bringing her a solace and contentment not completely unlike the one she felt during the times she was in Viktor's arms and he was just holding her. That was when she felt at home, like the song who was about returning to a place where the singer felt at home.
"I want you to meet Viktor," she said quietly, knowing that it was something Sam if not consciously, then at least unconsciously, had gone to great lengths to avoid. She knew she had hit a nerve when for just a beat the steady rhythm waivered, and for a long time Sam was quiet, until he sighed deeply.
"That's about the only thing that scares me about this place."
His admission made Alicia frown as she sat up and looked him. "Why?" she asked him. "It's just Viktor. You've never had any problems meeting any of my boyfriends before. In fact, I seem to recall you actually going actively out of your way to meet them or find out who they were."
Sam just shrugged, and for several long moments Alicia thought he wasn't going to answer her.
"That's just it, Licia," he said quietly, though the notes he was playing came harder. "He's not just your boyfriend, is he?" Alicia's eyes narrowed in confusion, urging him to please continue explaining, though even before he did, she knew he was right.
"You said it yourself, he wants to meet me, because I'm your family, to... I don't know, ask my permission to marry you or something, which... which'd be fine I suppose, if Mum or Dad had been here. They'd talk some sense into you, tell you that you're too young and that you don't know him all that well, and..." he stopped playing, and just looked at his hands for a moment, though Alicia could see the smile tugging at the seam of his lips. "And I'd be the one arguing your case to them, because I've seen you every single day since you met him. Anyone who can make you smile like he can has already got my approval." Sighing again, he shrugged. "But that doesn't mean that I like the idea of him asking me permissio-"
"He doesn't want to meet you to ask your permission," Alicia cut him off, recognizing the same miscomprehension she had had at first. "He wants to meet you because he wants to be with me, and my family is important to him because he cares about me. He wants you to know that he's a good man, one you don't have to worry about."
The look of skepticism in Sam's eyes was unmistakable. "Are you sure?" Alicia nodded, and she could see how he begrudgingly tried to let his doubt and uncertainty melt away. "Alright," he finally said. "I'll... I'll meet him, just let me know when and I'll be there."
"Alright," Alicia beamed at him, feeling ready to burst that she had finally gotten him convinced to do this for her.
"Brat," Sam simply muttered before he turned his attention back to the piano. "You take the bass part this time."
Looking to find Sam pointing to the notes on the stand, Alicia struck the assigned chords, slowly but surely setting the rhythm for her brother's improvisation.
Characters: Alicia and Sam Spinnet [NPC] – Open if anybody wants to drop by
Setting: Alicia's house, late afternoon
Content: No adult content
Status: Closed: Complete or Open: Public
Alicia had heard him enter her house just as she had stepped into the shower, so it came as no surprise to her when she shortly after heard the tones from the keyboard in her living room fill the house. Though all of the instruments were at Sam's house, he had insisted that she keep the keyboard here, lest she completely forgot how to use it. She didn't mind, and had found herself playing more often than she had thought she would.
Even though Sam was out there, she was in no hurry to finish her shower. It had been a very busy day at the Medical Center, and she just wanted to wash all the pain and quick decisions off before she either went to Viktor's house or he showed up here, all depending on who was done where and when. Rinsing she soap off her body, she finally left the shower, and began toweling dry. Sam was improvising, though she recognized the base melody; a melancholy yet content song that resonated deep within her. It had been a favourite of their father's for as long as she could remember.
Once dry, she pulled on a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt before she brushed her hair and padded barefoot in to find Sam looking up at her, though he kept on playing. "What's with the New York State of Mind?" she asked him and sat down on the bench next to him, making him scoot a little to make room for her.
"Remember the Christmas carol sing-a-longs Mum used to have with her students?" Sam asked, his fingers dancing over the keys as the melody changed, and Alicia nodded with a smile. "I used to love them," she said with a small sigh, thinking back to the years before she had started Hogwarts when she had been amongst the group of children wailing along as her Mum played whichever instrument the kids suggested.
"Me too," said Sam and with a few quick chord changes, the tempo changed and Alicia grinned when she began humming along to Good King Wenceslas. His amusement was hard to miss as he continued; "that's why we had one for the youngest kids today. Been playing carols and Christmas songs for hours today, and..." his hands began bouncing on the keys, the staccato rhythm as he began to sing about lighting the menorah for Hanukkah.
"Really?" Alicia asked, oddly proud of her brother for having included it in his repertoire today.
"Really," Sam confirmed. "The most adorable little girl you can imagine asked if we could play some Hanukkah songs as well, so we did all the songs they could remember. Even..."
Again the rhythm and key changed until it was a light bluesy tune. "I'm... dreaming... of a white... Christmas..." Sam began to croon in his best imitation of deep voice of The Drifters. "Just like the ones I used to know..."
"Oh, you're not getting me to doo-wop with you today," Alicia objected with a laugh and a shake of her head. It was fun, but she just didn't feel like it today.
"I figured," Sam gave her and slowly but sure brought the music back to the improvisation he had initially been playing. "Heard how busy it was at the med center today."
"Yeah, nothing serious, though, just a constant stream of cuts and bruises and broken limbs," Alicia sighed resting her head down on Sam's shoulder. For a long while she just watched his fingers dance on the keys as she listened to the tones he created. She couldn't help but wonder what had put Sam in the mood he was in now. Yes, she was having a few difficulties finding her Christmas spirit with the weather being as it was: warmer than when they had first arrived, so maybe singing about dreaming of a white Christmas had brought on his homesickness, but... no, that didn't seem right. This would be their first Christmas with just the two of them and a pang of longing for her mum settled in her chest, but that seemed too dark for the song he was playing. Softly she began to hum along, finding that the song was bringing her a solace and contentment not completely unlike the one she felt during the times she was in Viktor's arms and he was just holding her. That was when she felt at home, like the song who was about returning to a place where the singer felt at home.
"I want you to meet Viktor," she said quietly, knowing that it was something Sam if not consciously, then at least unconsciously, had gone to great lengths to avoid. She knew she had hit a nerve when for just a beat the steady rhythm waivered, and for a long time Sam was quiet, until he sighed deeply.
"That's about the only thing that scares me about this place."
His admission made Alicia frown as she sat up and looked him. "Why?" she asked him. "It's just Viktor. You've never had any problems meeting any of my boyfriends before. In fact, I seem to recall you actually going actively out of your way to meet them or find out who they were."
Sam just shrugged, and for several long moments Alicia thought he wasn't going to answer her.
"That's just it, Licia," he said quietly, though the notes he was playing came harder. "He's not just your boyfriend, is he?" Alicia's eyes narrowed in confusion, urging him to please continue explaining, though even before he did, she knew he was right.
"You said it yourself, he wants to meet me, because I'm your family, to... I don't know, ask my permission to marry you or something, which... which'd be fine I suppose, if Mum or Dad had been here. They'd talk some sense into you, tell you that you're too young and that you don't know him all that well, and..." he stopped playing, and just looked at his hands for a moment, though Alicia could see the smile tugging at the seam of his lips. "And I'd be the one arguing your case to them, because I've seen you every single day since you met him. Anyone who can make you smile like he can has already got my approval." Sighing again, he shrugged. "But that doesn't mean that I like the idea of him asking me permissio-"
"He doesn't want to meet you to ask your permission," Alicia cut him off, recognizing the same miscomprehension she had had at first. "He wants to meet you because he wants to be with me, and my family is important to him because he cares about me. He wants you to know that he's a good man, one you don't have to worry about."
The look of skepticism in Sam's eyes was unmistakable. "Are you sure?" Alicia nodded, and she could see how he begrudgingly tried to let his doubt and uncertainty melt away. "Alright," he finally said. "I'll... I'll meet him, just let me know when and I'll be there."
"Alright," Alicia beamed at him, feeling ready to burst that she had finally gotten him convinced to do this for her.
"Brat," Sam simply muttered before he turned his attention back to the piano. "You take the bass part this time."
Looking to find Sam pointing to the notes on the stand, Alicia struck the assigned chords, slowly but surely setting the rhythm for her brother's improvisation.
