RP: The Miracles Of Accidents
Date: June 11th, 2005
Characters: Ginevra Weasley and Rodolphus Lestrange
Location: The River
Status: Private
Summary: Rodolphus goes to the river to sketch and the woman who was once his friend stumbles upon him.
Completion: Incomplete
Rodolphus woke up rather groggily. He blinked and realized that he had fallen asleep at his sketching table for the second night in a row and winced as he sat up, finding that a crick had situated itself in his neck. He rubbed the back of his neck and realized that he had managed to crumple one of his drawings in the depths of his sleep. Frowning, he tried to straighten it out, but Gin's face stared back at him, twisted and vaguely abstract.
Oh well. He would just sketch another. Rodolphus stood up and changed out of his rumpled clothes, ignoring Zookie's attempt to goad him into eating lunch. Rodolphus grabbed his last fresh sheets of paper and a pen and pencil, tucking those in his pocket. He was going to draw outside today.
Rodolphus went out the door and shut it behind him, realizing he wasn't sure where to draw. He could go down to the river, of course, but she...no, she wouldn't be there. That wouldn't make any sense. The river it was. Rodolphus walked down the road and hummed to himself absently, enjoying the brief moments he had before his migraine appeared. They hadn't been as terrible as they had been when he was wearing his wedding ring, and he had actually gotten some sleep in the last week, but they did occasionally return.
Rodolphus found the bench by the river and stared at it for a moment, all the memories he had with Gin...Ginny...Ginevra...Gin. Rodolphus frowned and rubbed his temple out of habit and sat down on the bench, trying to picture the first sketch he had crumpled. It appeared in his mind and he let his eyes fall to the paper, his pencil whizzing across the page.
Characters: Ginevra Weasley and Rodolphus Lestrange
Location: The River
Status: Private
Summary: Rodolphus goes to the river to sketch and the woman who was once his friend stumbles upon him.
Completion: Incomplete
Rodolphus woke up rather groggily. He blinked and realized that he had fallen asleep at his sketching table for the second night in a row and winced as he sat up, finding that a crick had situated itself in his neck. He rubbed the back of his neck and realized that he had managed to crumple one of his drawings in the depths of his sleep. Frowning, he tried to straighten it out, but Gin's face stared back at him, twisted and vaguely abstract.
Oh well. He would just sketch another. Rodolphus stood up and changed out of his rumpled clothes, ignoring Zookie's attempt to goad him into eating lunch. Rodolphus grabbed his last fresh sheets of paper and a pen and pencil, tucking those in his pocket. He was going to draw outside today.
Rodolphus went out the door and shut it behind him, realizing he wasn't sure where to draw. He could go down to the river, of course, but she...no, she wouldn't be there. That wouldn't make any sense. The river it was. Rodolphus walked down the road and hummed to himself absently, enjoying the brief moments he had before his migraine appeared. They hadn't been as terrible as they had been when he was wearing his wedding ring, and he had actually gotten some sleep in the last week, but they did occasionally return.
Rodolphus found the bench by the river and stared at it for a moment, all the memories he had with Gin...Ginny...Ginevra...Gin. Rodolphus frowned and rubbed his temple out of habit and sat down on the bench, trying to picture the first sketch he had crumpled. It appeared in his mind and he let his eyes fall to the paper, his pencil whizzing across the page.