RP: Caught in the Rain
Date: July 1st, 2005
Character(s): Florean Fortescue, Narcissa Malfoy, anyone?
Location: By the river
Status: Public
Summary: Florean collects his thoughts and gets caught in the rain.
Completion: InComplete
"This is the worst birthday ever!"
There also seemed to be nothing quite as shrill as a teenage girl and Felicity's voice still rang in Florean's ears twenty-four hours later. Her birthday had been going well up until he'd had lunch with her and Harriet, only for it to accidentally let slip that they would be moving to Stoatshead Hill at the end of July after Felicity had finished school for the year.
"You've ruined my life!"
Not even Felicty's new iPod mini could brighten her mood, though Florean didn't have to listen to James Blunt at top volume, which was a blessing. Still, he would have liked some sort of communication from his daughter instead of her locking herself in her bedroom with her mobile phone and all those fumes from her nail varnish.
Leaving the Dairy in Martha's ruthlessly capable hands, Florean took himself for a Sunday afternoon walk along the river. He could at least hope that Felicity could at least come to embrace living in a wizarding village. He was going to have to get her a wand at some point, he realised, which he thought could be a great rite of passage for her if she would accept it. In reality, it was going to be hardest on Harriet. As a Muggle, she could move around the town alright when she was inside the spells that protected it, but the spells would make her forget where the town was as soon as she left, meaning that he would have to escort her if she left. Florean would never turn down the opportunity to spend time with his wife, of course, but when they'd lived in Diagon Alley she had coped admirably and he was continually stunned by the love and support that she gave him.
Florean warily looked skywards, feeling a few large splots of rain on his face. Light showers were predicted today, apparently, but Florean realised with a growing horror that he had neglected both a jacket and an umbrella as the rain started to fall. "Damn," he muttered, simply closing his eyes, too worn to bother hurrying for shelter and spreading his arms as he tried to make the best of it.
Character(s): Florean Fortescue, Narcissa Malfoy, anyone?
Location: By the river
Status: Public
Summary: Florean collects his thoughts and gets caught in the rain.
Completion: InComplete
"This is the worst birthday ever!"
There also seemed to be nothing quite as shrill as a teenage girl and Felicity's voice still rang in Florean's ears twenty-four hours later. Her birthday had been going well up until he'd had lunch with her and Harriet, only for it to accidentally let slip that they would be moving to Stoatshead Hill at the end of July after Felicity had finished school for the year.
"You've ruined my life!"
Not even Felicty's new iPod mini could brighten her mood, though Florean didn't have to listen to James Blunt at top volume, which was a blessing. Still, he would have liked some sort of communication from his daughter instead of her locking herself in her bedroom with her mobile phone and all those fumes from her nail varnish.
Leaving the Dairy in Martha's ruthlessly capable hands, Florean took himself for a Sunday afternoon walk along the river. He could at least hope that Felicity could at least come to embrace living in a wizarding village. He was going to have to get her a wand at some point, he realised, which he thought could be a great rite of passage for her if she would accept it. In reality, it was going to be hardest on Harriet. As a Muggle, she could move around the town alright when she was inside the spells that protected it, but the spells would make her forget where the town was as soon as she left, meaning that he would have to escort her if she left. Florean would never turn down the opportunity to spend time with his wife, of course, but when they'd lived in Diagon Alley she had coped admirably and he was continually stunned by the love and support that she gave him.
Florean warily looked skywards, feeling a few large splots of rain on his face. Light showers were predicted today, apparently, but Florean realised with a growing horror that he had neglected both a jacket and an umbrella as the rain started to fall. "Damn," he muttered, simply closing his eyes, too worn to bother hurrying for shelter and spreading his arms as he tried to make the best of it.