RP: Watching the Storm
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tutistempus_rpgDate: 18. March 2002
Characters: Cecilia Proudfoot, Sirius Black, mentions of Jamie Proudfoot [NPC]
Setting: Cecilia’s home
Content: TBD
Status: Open: Private
The weather alert had brought along a flurry of chores for Cecilia. Thankfully Jamie had been a perfect gem and had helped out with stocking up on food from the market place while she had prepared more gardens than she cared to remember for the storm and the yet unknown mass of water that was coming. It had mostly been Muggles she had helped ensure that the massive rain wouldn’t wash away the plants they had taken care to grow in their gardens, and she had lost track of how many yards of shallow trenches she had carved and how many feet of barrier she had built from the relocated soil.
It had worked, though, and was working, she noticed as she nursed her mug of tea while she looked out the glass door in her living room. The water that was pounding down was mostly following the guiding hollows she had dug instead of pooling around her precious vegetables. The only thing she really worried about were the berry bushes that she didn’t dare trim any more than she already had. She simply didn’t know them well enough to know how much they could take, though given they were (somewhat) in their normal environment, she didn’t think the storm or the rain would harm them.
Slowly she drank from her tea. Even with the strength of this storm, there was something soothing about watching the rain drench her windows. Jamie didn’t seem bothered about it either, rather he was enjoying the free time, and she could hear the music playing in his room. Cecilia figured he was either tinkering with a new project or – more probably – sleeping.
A knock on the door drew her from her reverie, and had her hurrying to the door. “It’s open!” she called, hoping that whoever was outside would hear over the drum of the rain. This was no weather for anyone to venture out into, and she’d be damned if she let them wait too long. Opening the door, however, she stopped in her track, surprised to see the man outside. Surprised, yet very, very pleased. “Sirius?” she asked, though she knew perfectly well who he was. Her heart was pounding and she suddenly found herself completely dumbstruck.
Characters: Cecilia Proudfoot, Sirius Black, mentions of Jamie Proudfoot [NPC]
Setting: Cecilia’s home
Content: TBD
Status: Open: Private
The weather alert had brought along a flurry of chores for Cecilia. Thankfully Jamie had been a perfect gem and had helped out with stocking up on food from the market place while she had prepared more gardens than she cared to remember for the storm and the yet unknown mass of water that was coming. It had mostly been Muggles she had helped ensure that the massive rain wouldn’t wash away the plants they had taken care to grow in their gardens, and she had lost track of how many yards of shallow trenches she had carved and how many feet of barrier she had built from the relocated soil.
It had worked, though, and was working, she noticed as she nursed her mug of tea while she looked out the glass door in her living room. The water that was pounding down was mostly following the guiding hollows she had dug instead of pooling around her precious vegetables. The only thing she really worried about were the berry bushes that she didn’t dare trim any more than she already had. She simply didn’t know them well enough to know how much they could take, though given they were (somewhat) in their normal environment, she didn’t think the storm or the rain would harm them.
Slowly she drank from her tea. Even with the strength of this storm, there was something soothing about watching the rain drench her windows. Jamie didn’t seem bothered about it either, rather he was enjoying the free time, and she could hear the music playing in his room. Cecilia figured he was either tinkering with a new project or – more probably – sleeping.
A knock on the door drew her from her reverie, and had her hurrying to the door. “It’s open!” she called, hoping that whoever was outside would hear over the drum of the rain. This was no weather for anyone to venture out into, and she’d be damned if she let them wait too long. Opening the door, however, she stopped in her track, surprised to see the man outside. Surprised, yet very, very pleased. “Sirius?” she asked, though she knew perfectly well who he was. Her heart was pounding and she suddenly found herself completely dumbstruck.
