RP: Open House to Stoatshead Hill Residents
Date: 28 November 2005
Characters: Orla et al
Location: Quirky Thoughts
Status: Public
Summary: The Open House is open for Visitors.
Completion: Incomplete
Orla took one last look around smoothing her hands down her suit. It was time she got down to the business of putting work and career first. She'd transfigured a very girly set she'd bought when out with Padma into something no-nonsense, and a bit shapeless, but profesisonal. Conveying how serious she took her work. She'd not been as focused on it as she should have been, but she was going to resume her efforts, starting today.
She'd made arrangement for some elves from Socks to bring platters of refreshments, mostly finger foods and non-alcoholic drinks. They'd also loaned her some chairs, which she scattered throughout the downstairs. She'd gotten a coat of paint up, a darker cream color in the meeting area, and she'd transfigured the drapes to compliment in light shades of blue. Her bookcases were in some semblance of order, and her desk tidy, with business cards, fliers for the women's group meeting beginning the following week.
Upstairs, she'd done the landing living area in a dark green, with white accents. Her TV and DVD player were set up, and the bedrooms in order, though she'd closed the doors to them. She hadn't taken the time to paint them, figuring no one would need to see that side of things. The bathroom had gotten a thorough cleaning, and a coat of eggshell white paint, brightening the place up, since it only had two small windows in the back of the tub, and a smallish window beside the sink. She'd consider fixing it up, but first things first.
She had put off seeing the mural until that morning, and when she walked in, opening the windows before turning around, she'd had to fight back tears. It was just like she remembered, a darkening night sky, with the little skiffs the first years travelled in on. The castle had been so huge, so imposing then, she'd been terrified of what all it meant to go to school for witchcraft and wizardry.
Now, though, it conjured memories of contentment, of a place she'd felt more herself than anywhere else. She'd been depressed for weeks when forced to leave, and had attempted to recreate such an environment at Uni, only to get sucked deeper and deeper into a muggle world that didn't fit her, and her it. But she was back, and beginning to entrench herself in Stoatshead. Tonight would be the final step in that. Sigmund was perched on the stairs, watching the front door with interest, and Kinsey was watching out the front window, perched on the top of her special therapy couch in the corner. They had new collars on, with their names. They'd been a bit taken aback by that, but settled to batting at each other's tags. She hoped they'd be on their best behavior tonight.
Characters: Orla et al
Location: Quirky Thoughts
Status: Public
Summary: The Open House is open for Visitors.
Completion: Incomplete
Orla took one last look around smoothing her hands down her suit. It was time she got down to the business of putting work and career first. She'd transfigured a very girly set she'd bought when out with Padma into something no-nonsense, and a bit shapeless, but profesisonal. Conveying how serious she took her work. She'd not been as focused on it as she should have been, but she was going to resume her efforts, starting today.
She'd made arrangement for some elves from Socks to bring platters of refreshments, mostly finger foods and non-alcoholic drinks. They'd also loaned her some chairs, which she scattered throughout the downstairs. She'd gotten a coat of paint up, a darker cream color in the meeting area, and she'd transfigured the drapes to compliment in light shades of blue. Her bookcases were in some semblance of order, and her desk tidy, with business cards, fliers for the women's group meeting beginning the following week.
Upstairs, she'd done the landing living area in a dark green, with white accents. Her TV and DVD player were set up, and the bedrooms in order, though she'd closed the doors to them. She hadn't taken the time to paint them, figuring no one would need to see that side of things. The bathroom had gotten a thorough cleaning, and a coat of eggshell white paint, brightening the place up, since it only had two small windows in the back of the tub, and a smallish window beside the sink. She'd consider fixing it up, but first things first.
She had put off seeing the mural until that morning, and when she walked in, opening the windows before turning around, she'd had to fight back tears. It was just like she remembered, a darkening night sky, with the little skiffs the first years travelled in on. The castle had been so huge, so imposing then, she'd been terrified of what all it meant to go to school for witchcraft and wizardry.
Now, though, it conjured memories of contentment, of a place she'd felt more herself than anywhere else. She'd been depressed for weeks when forced to leave, and had attempted to recreate such an environment at Uni, only to get sucked deeper and deeper into a muggle world that didn't fit her, and her it. But she was back, and beginning to entrench herself in Stoatshead. Tonight would be the final step in that. Sigmund was perched on the stairs, watching the front door with interest, and Kinsey was watching out the front window, perched on the top of her special therapy couch in the corner. They had new collars on, with their names. They'd been a bit taken aback by that, but settled to batting at each other's tags. She hoped they'd be on their best behavior tonight.