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tutistempus_rpgDate: 17 April, 2002; late evening
Characters: Lisa
Setting: The World's End Pub
Content: Gen
Status: Closed: Public
The lights outside of the Pub - hanging in the air like fairies stuck in the clouds since the evening before - were beautiful, but there was something uneasy about them, too. She'd spent most of the night before - in all of her free moments - out watching them, and it wasn't until she began cleaning up the pub after 1am that she noticed her magic on the fritz. She didn't use it during the dinner rush, mostly because Paul was the one in the kitchen and he whined and moaned if she tried to magick any of his cooking, even with a warming charm. But cleaning up, she tended to charm to her hearts delight, making the job go quicker. Last night it hadn't worked. She'd had a moment of panic first, but then checked on her datapad and other things with magical properties... They all seemed in tact. Didn't help her fear of having suddenly become a muggle, but she kept breathing, poured herself a shot of aged firewhiskey, continued the clean up, and then put herself to bed on her couch in the back.
Whatever was wrong could wait to be panicked about in the morning.
A day later, she'd barely been able to take her eyes off the lights and had been relieved when Shacklebolt had sent out his note. Mostly she was grateful she wasn't the only one. Being a half blood, she'd always had a strange fear that her magic might just disappear, or run out, or something. Being a logical Ravenclaw and her mother's daughter didn't help any - it was in her nature to disbelieve magic in general.
And so tonight, she stood outside or gazed out a window every moment she could wondering what was happening up there that so bothered them down here. Something beautiful and little dangerous, she told herself. Hearing a bell in the pub, Lisa headed back inside to keep working, wondering what else the week might bring that was surprising and a little disconcerting, if anything.
Characters: Lisa
Setting: The World's End Pub
Content: Gen
Status: Closed: Public
The lights outside of the Pub - hanging in the air like fairies stuck in the clouds since the evening before - were beautiful, but there was something uneasy about them, too. She'd spent most of the night before - in all of her free moments - out watching them, and it wasn't until she began cleaning up the pub after 1am that she noticed her magic on the fritz. She didn't use it during the dinner rush, mostly because Paul was the one in the kitchen and he whined and moaned if she tried to magick any of his cooking, even with a warming charm. But cleaning up, she tended to charm to her hearts delight, making the job go quicker. Last night it hadn't worked. She'd had a moment of panic first, but then checked on her datapad and other things with magical properties... They all seemed in tact. Didn't help her fear of having suddenly become a muggle, but she kept breathing, poured herself a shot of aged firewhiskey, continued the clean up, and then put herself to bed on her couch in the back.
Whatever was wrong could wait to be panicked about in the morning.
A day later, she'd barely been able to take her eyes off the lights and had been relieved when Shacklebolt had sent out his note. Mostly she was grateful she wasn't the only one. Being a half blood, she'd always had a strange fear that her magic might just disappear, or run out, or something. Being a logical Ravenclaw and her mother's daughter didn't help any - it was in her nature to disbelieve magic in general.
And so tonight, she stood outside or gazed out a window every moment she could wondering what was happening up there that so bothered them down here. Something beautiful and little dangerous, she told herself. Hearing a bell in the pub, Lisa headed back inside to keep working, wondering what else the week might bring that was surprising and a little disconcerting, if anything.
