RP/OWL: To Pansy
Date: 5 October 2001
Characters: Pansy & Chambers
Status: Private
Summary: Now that he's back to his old self, Chambers needs a break from said old self. Pansy holds the answer hostage in her hands. Please return now?
Completion: Incomplete
An owl from three different agents, informing him that some of his foreign ventures were suddenly being shut down by external pressures.
A fire talk with a representative from Gringotts, alerting him that an unknown source had attempted to gain access to his accounts.
He was having memory-dreams of Die Fledermaus again.
When he was comfortable enough in the new bed to sleep for a decent length of time.
He still hadn't summoned an ærendgást to take Roger's ring.
He hadn't attended another party, opera, salle or even the bank during the light of day since Bel Canto. He might make an exception for Karaoke Night, however.
In all, it rather sucked to be his old self again. Chambers missed now the ability to distract himself with nothing more than a patch of sunlight and a comfortable surface. At least as a Furry, there'd been the daily routines to absorb his attention. It was nice not being closeted about a 'deformity', but being fully human had its limitations too. What the bloody hell had he done for a distraction before the fur had flown?
Well, Roger, actually. Nix that idea.
His other beloved had been Robriki, The Pet Purbil Extraordinaire.
Which was still in the care of Pansy Parkinson. The woman had proved just how Slytherin she could be, in regards to returning Robriki. It was time to show her why he was sorted Ravenclaw.
Commence 'Operation: Purbil Repro'.
Chambers dressed in something suitable for the season but which allowed for movement. His hair he bound into a long, single braid with a Grooming charm. Then he grabbed his notebook, whistled for his owl and went up to the roof of the Lair. He'd had it constructed with broom travel in mind. After sending Phoebe off with a hastily scribbled note, he went to the secured broom shed. It'd been a while since he'd taken the time to fly. This would be an entertaining diversion as well as a practical execution. Disillusioning himself and broom, Chambers rose into the air to follow his owl from Reading into London.
At the living room window, a snowy owl pecked until it gained admittance. It held out its leg, presenting Pansy with a small sheet of notebook paper. It read:
p,
answer the door.
c
Just then, she heard a knock. Upon answering, she found Chambers leaning against the doorframe with a broom in hand and a smirk on his face. "Long time no C. Nice pad."
Characters: Pansy & Chambers
Status: Private
Summary: Now that he's back to his old self, Chambers needs a break from said old self. Pansy holds the answer hostage in her hands. Please return now?
Completion: Incomplete
An owl from three different agents, informing him that some of his foreign ventures were suddenly being shut down by external pressures.
A fire talk with a representative from Gringotts, alerting him that an unknown source had attempted to gain access to his accounts.
He was having memory-dreams of Die Fledermaus again.
When he was comfortable enough in the new bed to sleep for a decent length of time.
He still hadn't summoned an ærendgást to take Roger's ring.
He hadn't attended another party, opera, salle or even the bank during the light of day since Bel Canto. He might make an exception for Karaoke Night, however.
In all, it rather sucked to be his old self again. Chambers missed now the ability to distract himself with nothing more than a patch of sunlight and a comfortable surface. At least as a Furry, there'd been the daily routines to absorb his attention. It was nice not being closeted about a 'deformity', but being fully human had its limitations too. What the bloody hell had he done for a distraction before the fur had flown?
Well, Roger, actually. Nix that idea.
His other beloved had been Robriki, The Pet Purbil Extraordinaire.
Which was still in the care of Pansy Parkinson. The woman had proved just how Slytherin she could be, in regards to returning Robriki. It was time to show her why he was sorted Ravenclaw.
Commence 'Operation: Purbil Repro'.
Chambers dressed in something suitable for the season but which allowed for movement. His hair he bound into a long, single braid with a Grooming charm. Then he grabbed his notebook, whistled for his owl and went up to the roof of the Lair. He'd had it constructed with broom travel in mind. After sending Phoebe off with a hastily scribbled note, he went to the secured broom shed. It'd been a while since he'd taken the time to fly. This would be an entertaining diversion as well as a practical execution. Disillusioning himself and broom, Chambers rose into the air to follow his owl from Reading into London.
At the living room window, a snowy owl pecked until it gained admittance. It held out its leg, presenting Pansy with a small sheet of notebook paper. It read:
p,
answer the door.
c
Just then, she heard a knock. Upon answering, she found Chambers leaning against the doorframe with a broom in hand and a smirk on his face. "Long time no C. Nice pad."