Comments | hogwarts_hocus: You know what I want ((Closed RP))

monde_finis in hogwarts_hocus

You know what I want ((Closed RP))

Feb 23, 2008 21:48

With a parting admonishment and a vote, Claire had been set loose on the halls of Hogwarts. Outside the small stone room there were stone hallways, stone stairs, and even more stone rooms. She felt lost in a maze of hard slabs and blocks. When she noticed a tiny maiden in a picture waving to her, she waved back, and asked for directions. That ( Read more... )

claire tourneur, sidney reilly, rp

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sidney_reilly February 24 2008, 19:33:34 UTC

Reilly opened the door, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Mlle. Tourneur," he greeted her, and opened the door to let her in.

He gave every appearance of a man ready for bed, scrubbed and barefoot, clad in pajama bottoms and a thin brown silk dressing-gown. He ran a hand through loose, pomade-free hair.

"This is a surprise. Have you been sorted into Slytherin, then?"

((sorry - I crashed early and hard last night!))

monde_finis February 24 2008, 22:00:50 UTC

"No," she said, brushing his robe as she walked past him into the room. "I am a Hufflepuff. It is a nice little place. Cheaper than a flat in Paris." She didn't apologize for interrupting him, or bothering him so late at night.

sidney_reilly February 25 2008, 00:12:42 UTC

"Yes, it is," he agreed, watching her survey his quarters. So far from the bare room Claire had found in Hufflepuff, Reilly had spent some months feathering his nest in Slytherin to a tasteful sumptuousness. "Welcome to Hogwarts, then. I've no champagne, but I do have the last of some good brandy waiting for a special occasion..."

monde_finis February 25 2008, 02:08:53 UTC

Claire found a chair and made herself right at home. When she pulled off her flats and curled her legs up under her, she didn't mind that her short dress was riding up. "Are you out of cereal, too? You don't have much on hand for late night visitors!" All could be forgiven, though. She held out her hand. "But if you have another cigarette, that might make do."

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monde_finis February 25 2008, 06:38:30 UTC

Later, in the pitch black night, Claire woke up thrashing, with a choked scream dying on her lips. She couldn't remember where she was, and she couldn't see enough to begin to tell her. As she took account of her limbs, the nightmare receded, and reality creeped back into her brain.

She was in bed with a man whose name was all she knew. She wasn't in Paris, or in Venice, but in a room in the dungeon of a castle. Why was she in a castle? Then Claire remembered. She was dead.

Even in death, the dream had followed her.

Claire wrapped herself in blanket and propped herself up on the headboard. It wasn't true. You couldn't sleep when you were dead.

sidney_reilly February 25 2008, 06:43:39 UTC

Her flailing arm struck Reilly across the chest. Awakened, he lay in the dark and listened to her harsh breathing slow to normal.

When she shifted to a sitting position beside him, he stretched an arm to the nightstand for his wand. A muttered "Lumos" and a soft glow enveloped its tip.

"Claire?"

monde_finis February 25 2008, 06:48:03 UTC

She didn't think much of the wand. It looked like a flashlight.

"Bad dreams," she said, pulling her hair away form her face. "I didn't mean to wake you."

sidney_reilly February 25 2008, 06:50:11 UTC

"Quite all right. I was dreaming of falling into a snowbank." He reached around her for his brandy snifter. "Your drink is within easy reach, if it will help."

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