RP: Thinking, packing, deciding; OWL: George Weasley
Date:14 October 2005
Character(s): Orla; George (note)
Location: Quirky Thoughts
Status: Private
Summary: Orla is about out for the month, and has some final business to take care of.
Completion: Complete
It had been a rather busy week for Orla. She’d packed and shrunk as many of the boxes of books, and other household items and put the boxes in an empty trunk, with several layers of spells to keep it from enlargening before she was able to unpack. She was ready for the workers to come and begin demolishing. She'd spent all of yesterday evening stripping the horrendous wallpaper from her dining room. She'd decided to take a place at Copper Towers while the work was done. She’d packed a small bag of the necessary stuff to survive there - a blanket she could transfigure successfully into a futon mattress, some clothes, and toiletries. She’d cooked up a storm to have a few meals frozen in advance, but she figured she’d eat out a lot while renovating.
But on the plus side, she’d be living in the same building as Marcus. She missed him - he was her first real friend here, and the one she could count on to shoot straight with her. All the talking she’d done with Michael, George and Marietta about her issues hadn’t really gotten her much further than her initial declaration at the river’s edge to change things. What had she changed? Well, she’d gotten a vibrator, which was in her bag for Copper Towers, because she was determined to at least try again, even if she’d little hope of succeeding. She’d gotten naughty underwear, which she’d no reason to wear. She was trying to change her attitude about relationships, but she’d only ever been chased - she wasn’t sure she knew how to chase, or the rules to doing so.
Take George, for example. Orla enlarged the cat carrier she had for Sigmund and Kinsey, coaxing them inside for the trip to Copper Towers, all the while lost in thought. George was funny, sweet, considerate of her needs, and her confusion regarding her awakening sexuality. If she could see herself falling for anyone, it would be him. But… She frowned to herself as she loaded down with her cat carrier and her bag, exiting the house and closing the door behind her. She started down the road to Copper Towers, lost in thought. George had been badly burnt, like she had. It was part of why he understood, she thought. Only, he was still recovering. She didn’t have any right to force anything on him, but she so enjoyed his company. He more than anyone else could cajole her out of her head. Too often she got stuck thinking, and people would try and out think her. Well, it never worked, not really. George made her feel.
She was jerked from her reverie when she got to the front door of Copper Towers. She’d not looked at the directory, but noticed as she came inside that the block of flats she’d chosen also housed George and Fred. Gulping, she hoped he didn’t think she was stalking him. She impulsively decided to take a flat on the 6th floor. She’d take the heights as a challenge, and an opportunity to practice flying. She took the lift up, and set the cats loose in the space. It wasn’t much, compared to the house, but it would do. She pulled out and enlarged the cats food and water dishes, and their litter pan. She set her back in the room she’d sleep in, and quickly pulled out a bit of parchment to pen a quick note for George, explaining. She'd leave it in his door.
Dear George,
While my house is being renovated, I’m staying in a flat upstairs. 6A, to be precise. I promise, I didn’t know you lived here when I moved in. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know and to ask- I read there was a Halloween costume party, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me. As friends.
~Orla
Character(s): Orla; George (note)
Location: Quirky Thoughts
Status: Private
Summary: Orla is about out for the month, and has some final business to take care of.
Completion: Complete
It had been a rather busy week for Orla. She’d packed and shrunk as many of the boxes of books, and other household items and put the boxes in an empty trunk, with several layers of spells to keep it from enlargening before she was able to unpack. She was ready for the workers to come and begin demolishing. She'd spent all of yesterday evening stripping the horrendous wallpaper from her dining room. She'd decided to take a place at Copper Towers while the work was done. She’d packed a small bag of the necessary stuff to survive there - a blanket she could transfigure successfully into a futon mattress, some clothes, and toiletries. She’d cooked up a storm to have a few meals frozen in advance, but she figured she’d eat out a lot while renovating.
But on the plus side, she’d be living in the same building as Marcus. She missed him - he was her first real friend here, and the one she could count on to shoot straight with her. All the talking she’d done with Michael, George and Marietta about her issues hadn’t really gotten her much further than her initial declaration at the river’s edge to change things. What had she changed? Well, she’d gotten a vibrator, which was in her bag for Copper Towers, because she was determined to at least try again, even if she’d little hope of succeeding. She’d gotten naughty underwear, which she’d no reason to wear. She was trying to change her attitude about relationships, but she’d only ever been chased - she wasn’t sure she knew how to chase, or the rules to doing so.
Take George, for example. Orla enlarged the cat carrier she had for Sigmund and Kinsey, coaxing them inside for the trip to Copper Towers, all the while lost in thought. George was funny, sweet, considerate of her needs, and her confusion regarding her awakening sexuality. If she could see herself falling for anyone, it would be him. But… She frowned to herself as she loaded down with her cat carrier and her bag, exiting the house and closing the door behind her. She started down the road to Copper Towers, lost in thought. George had been badly burnt, like she had. It was part of why he understood, she thought. Only, he was still recovering. She didn’t have any right to force anything on him, but she so enjoyed his company. He more than anyone else could cajole her out of her head. Too often she got stuck thinking, and people would try and out think her. Well, it never worked, not really. George made her feel.
She was jerked from her reverie when she got to the front door of Copper Towers. She’d not looked at the directory, but noticed as she came inside that the block of flats she’d chosen also housed George and Fred. Gulping, she hoped he didn’t think she was stalking him. She impulsively decided to take a flat on the 6th floor. She’d take the heights as a challenge, and an opportunity to practice flying. She took the lift up, and set the cats loose in the space. It wasn’t much, compared to the house, but it would do. She pulled out and enlarged the cats food and water dishes, and their litter pan. She set her back in the room she’d sleep in, and quickly pulled out a bit of parchment to pen a quick note for George, explaining. She'd leave it in his door.
Dear George,
While my house is being renovated, I’m staying in a flat upstairs. 6A, to be precise. I promise, I didn’t know you lived here when I moved in. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know and to ask- I read there was a Halloween costume party, and I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me. As friends.
~Orla