RP: Friend
Date: November 8, 2004
Character(s): Septima Vector
Location: Stoatshead, the front garden of her apartment.
Status: Private
Summary: Seti finds a new friend.
Completion: Complete
With Voldemort’s death and the general standing down of tensions in the wizarding community, Seti had decided to take a closer look at the garden in front of her apartment. She wasn’t all that good at tending gardens, never before having a place, much less the time. But with things calming down, she thought it might be soothing to at least plant a few rose bushes under her window.
With that in mind, Seti headed outside in the early morning to get a feel for the space.
She had not been intending to jump into the air in shock when her careful parting of the bushes currently growing there was met with a very loud hiss.
Laughing aloud at her own jumpiness, Seti pushed aside the branches more carefully this time and peered in.
Inside the branches was a cat. A small, dirty cat. It looked like it was starving, since Seti thought she could detect a rib or two.
“Here, kitty, kitty…” she crooned to it softly, slowly reaching into its hiding place and petting its head.
After a moment the cat pressed its face into her hand.
Seti had never been a cat person, so she didn’t know what that meant, but since it wasn’t hissing or scratching, she assumed it was some kind of acceptance…
Gently, she wrapped her hand around the cat’s midsection and lifted it off the ground, bringing it to her.
For a moment, she thought it would try to get away, but it seemed to prefer her arms and quickly calmed.
“Well, I guess the garden will have to wait,” Seti said. “I think I’m going to be busy getting you cleaned up.”
Back in her apartment, she quickly transfigured a paper plate into a litter box and conjured sand.
She cast a cleaning charm on the cat, which it didn’t much seem to care for. “You should be glad I’m not a Muggle. If I were, you’d be getting a water bath right now.”
Clean, the cat was much more appealing. It had charcoal grey fur and big blue eyes. Seti also noticed it seemed to be a girl.
She put the cat down on the floor and turned around to get it something to eat.
Tinned chicken it is, she decided, looking in the pantry.
When she turned back around, she saw that the cat had curled up on the couch and was watching her contentedly.
“Just make yourself at home, then,” Seti said with a laugh.
“Merow,” the cat answered.
“I guess you need a name, then. Huh. You’re the same color the sky was on the evening jeddi* passed. What do you think of the name Asifa**?”
The seemed to understand Seti was talking to her. Or maybe she smelled the chicken. Probably the latter. Regardless, she jumped off the couch and came to wind around Seti’s legs.
“Asifa it is,” Seti said, putting down the dish.
*jeddi= grandfather
**Asifa= pronounced with a guttural a in the beginning, see, fa… means stormy.
Character(s): Septima Vector
Location: Stoatshead, the front garden of her apartment.
Status: Private
Summary: Seti finds a new friend.
Completion: Complete
With Voldemort’s death and the general standing down of tensions in the wizarding community, Seti had decided to take a closer look at the garden in front of her apartment. She wasn’t all that good at tending gardens, never before having a place, much less the time. But with things calming down, she thought it might be soothing to at least plant a few rose bushes under her window.
With that in mind, Seti headed outside in the early morning to get a feel for the space.
She had not been intending to jump into the air in shock when her careful parting of the bushes currently growing there was met with a very loud hiss.
Laughing aloud at her own jumpiness, Seti pushed aside the branches more carefully this time and peered in.
Inside the branches was a cat. A small, dirty cat. It looked like it was starving, since Seti thought she could detect a rib or two.
“Here, kitty, kitty…” she crooned to it softly, slowly reaching into its hiding place and petting its head.
After a moment the cat pressed its face into her hand.
Seti had never been a cat person, so she didn’t know what that meant, but since it wasn’t hissing or scratching, she assumed it was some kind of acceptance…
Gently, she wrapped her hand around the cat’s midsection and lifted it off the ground, bringing it to her.
For a moment, she thought it would try to get away, but it seemed to prefer her arms and quickly calmed.
“Well, I guess the garden will have to wait,” Seti said. “I think I’m going to be busy getting you cleaned up.”
Back in her apartment, she quickly transfigured a paper plate into a litter box and conjured sand.
She cast a cleaning charm on the cat, which it didn’t much seem to care for. “You should be glad I’m not a Muggle. If I were, you’d be getting a water bath right now.”
Clean, the cat was much more appealing. It had charcoal grey fur and big blue eyes. Seti also noticed it seemed to be a girl.
She put the cat down on the floor and turned around to get it something to eat.
Tinned chicken it is, she decided, looking in the pantry.
When she turned back around, she saw that the cat had curled up on the couch and was watching her contentedly.
“Just make yourself at home, then,” Seti said with a laugh.
“Merow,” the cat answered.
“I guess you need a name, then. Huh. You’re the same color the sky was on the evening jeddi* passed. What do you think of the name Asifa**?”
The seemed to understand Seti was talking to her. Or maybe she smelled the chicken. Probably the latter. Regardless, she jumped off the couch and came to wind around Seti’s legs.
“Asifa it is,” Seti said, putting down the dish.
*jeddi= grandfather
**Asifa= pronounced with a guttural a in the beginning, see, fa… means stormy.