RP: A Little Pensive
Date: 3 April 1999
Characters: Lisa Turpin, Sybill Trelawney
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Lisa strolls after delivering her news.
Completion: Complete
Mr. Drinkwater had taken the news very well. He'd been expecting it all along, he'd said. Had no doubts whatsoever that she'd find a good and proper job anywhere she wanted to go, what with her NEWT scores and the excellent recommendation he'd provided. (He'd looked rather chuffed at the last bit.) Lisa had been much more surprised to receive the owl with her letter of acceptance into the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, but her surprise was far outweighed by two other simultaneous emotions: relief and utter terror.
With some effort, she'd focused on the relief and accompanying excitement for long enough to make the trip into Hogsmeade and share the news with her soon-to-be-former employer. Friday would be her last day, they'd decided. It was a little bittersweet, really. She wouldn't miss the endless dustiness of all the various objects the shop showcased, but she was rather fond of Mr. Drinkwater and would miss him. The man had given her a job when she was at one of the lowest points in her life, when she wasn't even sure life was really moving forward at all, much less whether she could work a job. She was a little sad to be leaving him behind, even though the man promised to hex her silly if she didn't drop by occasionally to let him know how she was doing.
Lisa didn't want to go home quite yet. She'd drop by and see if Terry and Michael were home later, see if Terry had gotten his acceptance letter yet (because if she had gotten in, there was no chance he hadn't been accepted, she was sure). Maybe she'd actually cook up something decent for dinner, see if Padma and Parvati wanted to join her. Her mum had sent a couple of new books that she wanted to check out as well, and that would make for a pleasant evening curled under a blanket with a cup of tea.
But for now, she was simply strolling. The fear hadn't returned full force yet, but neither had the positive feelings lingered as long as she would have liked. She had slipped into a sort of melancholy, more pensive than sad. She wanted to share the news with everyone, to allow their excitement for her to filter into her own emotions, fuel her with optimism. But her mind kept returning to the one person with whom she'd never be able to share it, and that had overwhelmed all of her other mood inclinations.
It had become easier to think of Justin, and most days Lisa turned to happy memories, sometimes even writing them down when they were especially clear to her. Those memories made her miss him more fiercely than ever, but they didn't make her sad the way they had once. And she was happy; so many good things had happened to her in the past months that she could hardly believe it. Even her...issues had begun to seem like something she might be able to compartmentalize and muscle through, if not completely overcome. Being terrified of an attack preventing her from doing her job was not enough to stop her trying, and that was something. More than she'd have ever hoped for the previous summer. Despite how unsure she'd once been about it, she'd moved forward without him. Maybe she even knew herself a little better.
She just wished Justin was here to see it all. He'd have liked to see how content she was even after everything that had happened.
Trying her best not to dwell on those thoughts, Lisa idly browsed shop windows. The scent of something delectable but unidentifiable was wafting down the street from the Three Broomsticks, and her stomach growled, but she couldn't go home. Not yet. Her mood felt far too much like the precursor to a bout of depression--probably wouldn't last any longer than the evening, a Dreamless Sleep-assisted night's sleep allowing her to awake with better perspective, but she had far too many good things going for her to allow herself to wallow and let the melancholy overtake her.
Stopping to stare unseeing at another window, she randomly wondered what Justin would have thought of her and Terry, and the sudden image of his face made her laugh a little. She could imagine a reaction, one coloured only by his friendship and not by any possible romantic attachment to her--she wasn't even considering that one when she could help it--and it was a lot more pleasing than Michael and Anthony's had been. Lisa decided this was a good sign; even the imaginary approval was enough to make her smile.
Maybe she'd wander a little more and then get some food to take home instead.
Characters: Lisa Turpin, Sybill Trelawney
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Lisa strolls after delivering her news.
Completion: Complete
Mr. Drinkwater had taken the news very well. He'd been expecting it all along, he'd said. Had no doubts whatsoever that she'd find a good and proper job anywhere she wanted to go, what with her NEWT scores and the excellent recommendation he'd provided. (He'd looked rather chuffed at the last bit.) Lisa had been much more surprised to receive the owl with her letter of acceptance into the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, but her surprise was far outweighed by two other simultaneous emotions: relief and utter terror.
With some effort, she'd focused on the relief and accompanying excitement for long enough to make the trip into Hogsmeade and share the news with her soon-to-be-former employer. Friday would be her last day, they'd decided. It was a little bittersweet, really. She wouldn't miss the endless dustiness of all the various objects the shop showcased, but she was rather fond of Mr. Drinkwater and would miss him. The man had given her a job when she was at one of the lowest points in her life, when she wasn't even sure life was really moving forward at all, much less whether she could work a job. She was a little sad to be leaving him behind, even though the man promised to hex her silly if she didn't drop by occasionally to let him know how she was doing.
Lisa didn't want to go home quite yet. She'd drop by and see if Terry and Michael were home later, see if Terry had gotten his acceptance letter yet (because if she had gotten in, there was no chance he hadn't been accepted, she was sure). Maybe she'd actually cook up something decent for dinner, see if Padma and Parvati wanted to join her. Her mum had sent a couple of new books that she wanted to check out as well, and that would make for a pleasant evening curled under a blanket with a cup of tea.
But for now, she was simply strolling. The fear hadn't returned full force yet, but neither had the positive feelings lingered as long as she would have liked. She had slipped into a sort of melancholy, more pensive than sad. She wanted to share the news with everyone, to allow their excitement for her to filter into her own emotions, fuel her with optimism. But her mind kept returning to the one person with whom she'd never be able to share it, and that had overwhelmed all of her other mood inclinations.
It had become easier to think of Justin, and most days Lisa turned to happy memories, sometimes even writing them down when they were especially clear to her. Those memories made her miss him more fiercely than ever, but they didn't make her sad the way they had once. And she was happy; so many good things had happened to her in the past months that she could hardly believe it. Even her...issues had begun to seem like something she might be able to compartmentalize and muscle through, if not completely overcome. Being terrified of an attack preventing her from doing her job was not enough to stop her trying, and that was something. More than she'd have ever hoped for the previous summer. Despite how unsure she'd once been about it, she'd moved forward without him. Maybe she even knew herself a little better.
She just wished Justin was here to see it all. He'd have liked to see how content she was even after everything that had happened.
Trying her best not to dwell on those thoughts, Lisa idly browsed shop windows. The scent of something delectable but unidentifiable was wafting down the street from the Three Broomsticks, and her stomach growled, but she couldn't go home. Not yet. Her mood felt far too much like the precursor to a bout of depression--probably wouldn't last any longer than the evening, a Dreamless Sleep-assisted night's sleep allowing her to awake with better perspective, but she had far too many good things going for her to allow herself to wallow and let the melancholy overtake her.
Stopping to stare unseeing at another window, she randomly wondered what Justin would have thought of her and Terry, and the sudden image of his face made her laugh a little. She could imagine a reaction, one coloured only by his friendship and not by any possible romantic attachment to her--she wasn't even considering that one when she could help it--and it was a lot more pleasing than Michael and Anthony's had been. Lisa decided this was a good sign; even the imaginary approval was enough to make her smile.
Maybe she'd wander a little more and then get some food to take home instead.