RP: Home is where the damp is...
Date: 21 November 2004
Character(s): Jack Sloper
Location: Corner of 2nd and River.
Status: Private.
Summary: Jack gets his workshop, and wonders if he’s done running yet.
Completion: Complete
It wasn’t so bad, you know.
When he’d heard that his claim on the property that sat on 2nd and River went through, he was told in a very official manner that renovations to the building were both needed and at his expense. This was fine. It didn’t seem like anything a bit of paint and a sturdy application of hammer and nails wouldn’t fix here and there.
Except for the windows. Yeah, they were pretty gone. He’d need to find a glazier, or someone who could…
His train of thought derailed slightly as his hand brushed the rough surface of an object that still seemed foreign in his pocket. He pulled it out, mesmerised by the dark brown, almost black colour of the treated holly shaft.
“Ah yes. Holly, eleven inches. Dragon heartstring core, quite suitable for transfiguration.” Ollivander’s words rang softly in his ears, spoken twelve years ago but as clear as if he’d just said them. He smiled wryly at the old man’s choice of words. Suitable for transfiguration. They seemed vaguely ironic, given the state of things now. With an upwards glance to the windows he shifted the object into his wand hand, feeling it fit into place as if it had never left. A few quick reparos, and he could have these windows sorted. That’s all it would take. Except that wasn’t all it would take, not by a long measure.
After sighing rather heavily, he put the wand back inside his jacket. No, he wasn’t quite ready yet. Maybe soon, but not…not now. Being around magic was enough for the moment, he thought. Let’s get acclimatised to that first, shall we? He grimaced, blinking several times before he made his way up to the door, fumbling around in his pockets for the key he’d been given to the door (“Although, Mr. Sloper, a simple alohomora charm would suffice”). With a smile, he pushed the small metal object into the slightly rusted mechanism, turning it and hearing the bolt squeak across as he pushed the handle, pressing forwards on the door and knocking on the frame three times without thinking as it opened.
Perfect.
The building had obviously served a function other than a home before it had been abandoned. The front door opened into narrow corridor, two rooms on either side before it fed into a wide, spacious area that would be absolutely perfect for his workbenches. A rickety-looking wooden staircase led upstairs and he made his way towards his, coughing slightly at the dust that was raised from the long-neglected floor.
A bit of matting, wouldn’t take more than a morning to fit. The generator could go in one of those rooms off the front, jigsaw bench down the side…
He pressed a foot to the staircase gingerly, wincing as it creaked, screaming its protest at the weight being forced on it as he slowly pushed himself up, deciding that it sounded strong enough to hold him for now. The dampness in the lower level, surprisingly, hadn’t been that bad, which indicated that the upstairs shouldn’t be too far from habitable if he was lucky. He turned the stairs into another hallway then. A narrow room with a rusted kitchen unit - sink, broken cooker, slightly mottled cabinets, but he could fix that. A toilet that, he hoped, was still in working order (he wouldn’t try the flush just yet) and two more spacious rooms. One could be a living room with a bit of work, the other a bedroom, no problem.
And all for free. To say that Jack Sloper was dead chuffed would be an understatement.
He made his way back down the stairs, glancing around again for another time before he walked back out of the front door, closing it with a quiet click. The roof needed work, as did a few structural features like the stairs and some of the floorboards…but it was liveable. The downstairs would be fine for the moment at any rate. With another sigh, he fingered the wand in his pocket lightly, before finally pulling it out again. He pointed it slightly shakily at the window, taking a deep breath before muttering Reparo. The shards of glass that littered the floor inside the walls flew up through the air; melding and mending to each other seamlessly as a pane of glass suddenly took shape where there wasn’t one before.
A flicker of a grin crossed Jack’s face, as he turned and Apparated back to Justin’s. He had a few letters to write.
Character(s): Jack Sloper
Location: Corner of 2nd and River.
Status: Private.
Summary: Jack gets his workshop, and wonders if he’s done running yet.
Completion: Complete
It wasn’t so bad, you know.
When he’d heard that his claim on the property that sat on 2nd and River went through, he was told in a very official manner that renovations to the building were both needed and at his expense. This was fine. It didn’t seem like anything a bit of paint and a sturdy application of hammer and nails wouldn’t fix here and there.
Except for the windows. Yeah, they were pretty gone. He’d need to find a glazier, or someone who could…
His train of thought derailed slightly as his hand brushed the rough surface of an object that still seemed foreign in his pocket. He pulled it out, mesmerised by the dark brown, almost black colour of the treated holly shaft.
“Ah yes. Holly, eleven inches. Dragon heartstring core, quite suitable for transfiguration.” Ollivander’s words rang softly in his ears, spoken twelve years ago but as clear as if he’d just said them. He smiled wryly at the old man’s choice of words. Suitable for transfiguration. They seemed vaguely ironic, given the state of things now. With an upwards glance to the windows he shifted the object into his wand hand, feeling it fit into place as if it had never left. A few quick reparos, and he could have these windows sorted. That’s all it would take. Except that wasn’t all it would take, not by a long measure.
After sighing rather heavily, he put the wand back inside his jacket. No, he wasn’t quite ready yet. Maybe soon, but not…not now. Being around magic was enough for the moment, he thought. Let’s get acclimatised to that first, shall we? He grimaced, blinking several times before he made his way up to the door, fumbling around in his pockets for the key he’d been given to the door (“Although, Mr. Sloper, a simple alohomora charm would suffice”). With a smile, he pushed the small metal object into the slightly rusted mechanism, turning it and hearing the bolt squeak across as he pushed the handle, pressing forwards on the door and knocking on the frame three times without thinking as it opened.
Perfect.
The building had obviously served a function other than a home before it had been abandoned. The front door opened into narrow corridor, two rooms on either side before it fed into a wide, spacious area that would be absolutely perfect for his workbenches. A rickety-looking wooden staircase led upstairs and he made his way towards his, coughing slightly at the dust that was raised from the long-neglected floor.
A bit of matting, wouldn’t take more than a morning to fit. The generator could go in one of those rooms off the front, jigsaw bench down the side…
He pressed a foot to the staircase gingerly, wincing as it creaked, screaming its protest at the weight being forced on it as he slowly pushed himself up, deciding that it sounded strong enough to hold him for now. The dampness in the lower level, surprisingly, hadn’t been that bad, which indicated that the upstairs shouldn’t be too far from habitable if he was lucky. He turned the stairs into another hallway then. A narrow room with a rusted kitchen unit - sink, broken cooker, slightly mottled cabinets, but he could fix that. A toilet that, he hoped, was still in working order (he wouldn’t try the flush just yet) and two more spacious rooms. One could be a living room with a bit of work, the other a bedroom, no problem.
And all for free. To say that Jack Sloper was dead chuffed would be an understatement.
He made his way back down the stairs, glancing around again for another time before he walked back out of the front door, closing it with a quiet click. The roof needed work, as did a few structural features like the stairs and some of the floorboards…but it was liveable. The downstairs would be fine for the moment at any rate. With another sigh, he fingered the wand in his pocket lightly, before finally pulling it out again. He pointed it slightly shakily at the window, taking a deep breath before muttering Reparo. The shards of glass that littered the floor inside the walls flew up through the air; melding and mending to each other seamlessly as a pane of glass suddenly took shape where there wasn’t one before.
A flicker of a grin crossed Jack’s face, as he turned and Apparated back to Justin’s. He had a few letters to write.