RP: A Barn To End All Barns
Date: December 20th, 2004
Characters: Jack Sloper, Roger Davies, Ron Weasley, Terry Boot.
Location: Professor Grubbly-Plank's Land.
Status: Public?
Summary: Jack, Roger, Terry and Ron build a barn. Sort of.
Completion: Incomplete.
"No...no it needs to go in the hole, boys..." Jack sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before pointing his own wands at the wall they'd cobbled together from fence panels, old sheds and various other bits of scrap they'd managed to find around town. With a quick glance to make sure his tools were still, in fact, well out of range of the casting area, he swished and flicked.
"Wingardium Leviosa." He replied, before sighing. That spell in particular had always sounded monumentally camp, especially out loud. "Right, let me guide it lads, you two just...just keep it up until I say, alright?" He glanced over at Roger and Ron, all standing at different points around the wall, keeping it levitated with a dual cast. Jack slowly brought it towards him, hovering it over the foundation trench and aligning it as much as he could before calling to the red head standing to his left. "Ron, come this way a little bit mate, see where it's off whack? Need to bring it back into line with the rest of the trench, it'll slot nicely by that corner post." He pointed to one of the four long logs they'd driven into the earth with modified Bombarda curses, pointed from above the top of the post downwards by a system of extremely unsafe laddering and levitation charms. That was an experience Jack would rather not repeat any time soon.
"That's it...keep it coming..." He said slowly. "Now, Rog! Lower your end gently! Ron, you do the same, I'll keep it upright." Their efforts worked in a kind of awkward harmony, the end results as the wall lowered and sank into the soft earth of the foundation trench being what they wanted, but taking a few attempts to get there. They took it in turns to fill the gaps of the foundations and the walls, two on filling and one on stabilising, chatting idly as they worked, talking about everything, yet nothing at all in that peculiar way that men have of doing, particularly when they're working. As he supervised the other two, keeping the wall from falling on their heads, Jack mused on what a strange situation this was. He'd never really spoken to any Weasley in school apart from Ginny, the only interaction he'd had with Ron being on his brief, disastrous spell on the Gryffindor Quidditch team (a memory he'd rather like to forget sometime soon), and Roger he hadn't spoken to at all. Yet here he was, now, good friends with one and getting on well with the other, dating his sister (sort of) and working for Narcissa Malfoy, Professor Grubbly-Plank and Gilderoy freaking Lockhart. With a slight clearing of his throat, he decided that such lines of thought were probably dangerous, and focused back on the task at hand.
"Alright, good, job, but we still got another two to do, and that one took us the best part of two hours. Plus we need to fix that wire mesh to the frame Roger built yesterday, so let's get them walls up, and we'll go for a pint, sound like a plan?
Characters: Jack Sloper, Roger Davies, Ron Weasley, Terry Boot.
Location: Professor Grubbly-Plank's Land.
Status: Public?
Summary: Jack, Roger, Terry and Ron build a barn. Sort of.
Completion: Incomplete.
"No...no it needs to go in the hole, boys..." Jack sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before pointing his own wands at the wall they'd cobbled together from fence panels, old sheds and various other bits of scrap they'd managed to find around town. With a quick glance to make sure his tools were still, in fact, well out of range of the casting area, he swished and flicked.
"Wingardium Leviosa." He replied, before sighing. That spell in particular had always sounded monumentally camp, especially out loud. "Right, let me guide it lads, you two just...just keep it up until I say, alright?" He glanced over at Roger and Ron, all standing at different points around the wall, keeping it levitated with a dual cast. Jack slowly brought it towards him, hovering it over the foundation trench and aligning it as much as he could before calling to the red head standing to his left. "Ron, come this way a little bit mate, see where it's off whack? Need to bring it back into line with the rest of the trench, it'll slot nicely by that corner post." He pointed to one of the four long logs they'd driven into the earth with modified Bombarda curses, pointed from above the top of the post downwards by a system of extremely unsafe laddering and levitation charms. That was an experience Jack would rather not repeat any time soon.
"That's it...keep it coming..." He said slowly. "Now, Rog! Lower your end gently! Ron, you do the same, I'll keep it upright." Their efforts worked in a kind of awkward harmony, the end results as the wall lowered and sank into the soft earth of the foundation trench being what they wanted, but taking a few attempts to get there. They took it in turns to fill the gaps of the foundations and the walls, two on filling and one on stabilising, chatting idly as they worked, talking about everything, yet nothing at all in that peculiar way that men have of doing, particularly when they're working. As he supervised the other two, keeping the wall from falling on their heads, Jack mused on what a strange situation this was. He'd never really spoken to any Weasley in school apart from Ginny, the only interaction he'd had with Ron being on his brief, disastrous spell on the Gryffindor Quidditch team (a memory he'd rather like to forget sometime soon), and Roger he hadn't spoken to at all. Yet here he was, now, good friends with one and getting on well with the other, dating his sister (sort of) and working for Narcissa Malfoy, Professor Grubbly-Plank and Gilderoy freaking Lockhart. With a slight clearing of his throat, he decided that such lines of thought were probably dangerous, and focused back on the task at hand.
"Alright, good, job, but we still got another two to do, and that one took us the best part of two hours. Plus we need to fix that wire mesh to the frame Roger built yesterday, so let's get them walls up, and we'll go for a pint, sound like a plan?