RP: Taking it in.
Date: November 4, 2004 (Backdated because of LJ outage)
Character(s): Victoria Frobisher
Location: Grandfather's flat, London
Status: Private
Summary: Victoria wasn't quite sure how to react when she got the news.
Completion: Complete
“Vicky!” Her normally quiet and studious grandfather was bellowing in such a manner that Victoria worried slightly about what the neighbours might think. “Vicky, my girl, Voldemort is dead!”
He came into the kitchen, and paused for a second before continuing. “It is true. I heard it from a jolly fellow down at the market. I was there to pick up some groceries. He was there celebrating.”
“He’s dead?” Victoria wasn’t sure if she dared to let her hopes up. “You’re absolutely positive?”
“I haven’t checked Voldemort’s pulse, personally, if that’s what you’re after,” Martin Frobisher retorted. “But, the man who told me he had a cousin or something, I can’t remember what, down in the area where you go for your check-ups, and he was quite confident that his information was correct. Invited me to a quite splendid celebration, and everything.”
She found a kitchen chair and sunk down on it. Voldemort was dead? She could get on with her life?
“Now, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll manage living on my own just fine. It is time for you to go live with the world you were meant to live in - not with your 76 year old grandfather.”
“Kettle is boiling,” was her only reply.
She got up and fixed them both a cup of tea. They sat down by the kitchen table . Victoria didn’t quite understand why she was hesitating in actually believing it. She had waited for this day for seven years, in addition to the years she’d spent at Hogwarts, but when it suddenly was here, she didn’t quite know how to react.
Victoria had a claim on a house in Stoatshead Hill - made after one of her regular check-ups with the healer, down there. But until this point, it had all been a castle of dreams. Leaving her grandfather with the situation as it had been, alone without magical means of defence, would have not felt right. Now, she wasn’t quite sure if she could live on her own. Victoria had never before done anything like it.
She took a sip of the tea. It would probably not do to make any hasty decisions, she reasoned. Her grandfather looked steadily at her over the rim of his own cup. “Go tomorrow,” he simply said.
Put like that, Victoria only nodded. She'd sort through some of her parents' belongings, and work out what she'd want to bring with her, and sort out how to actually get there with it all, unlike when she'd been down there for medical purposes.
But she'd worry about that tomorrow. For now, she needed to sit down and take it all in. Voldemort was gone. Victoria took another sip of tea. Life was fairly good, at the moment.
Character(s): Victoria Frobisher
Location: Grandfather's flat, London
Status: Private
Summary: Victoria wasn't quite sure how to react when she got the news.
Completion: Complete
“Vicky!” Her normally quiet and studious grandfather was bellowing in such a manner that Victoria worried slightly about what the neighbours might think. “Vicky, my girl, Voldemort is dead!”
He came into the kitchen, and paused for a second before continuing. “It is true. I heard it from a jolly fellow down at the market. I was there to pick up some groceries. He was there celebrating.”
“He’s dead?” Victoria wasn’t sure if she dared to let her hopes up. “You’re absolutely positive?”
“I haven’t checked Voldemort’s pulse, personally, if that’s what you’re after,” Martin Frobisher retorted. “But, the man who told me he had a cousin or something, I can’t remember what, down in the area where you go for your check-ups, and he was quite confident that his information was correct. Invited me to a quite splendid celebration, and everything.”
She found a kitchen chair and sunk down on it. Voldemort was dead? She could get on with her life?
“Now, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll manage living on my own just fine. It is time for you to go live with the world you were meant to live in - not with your 76 year old grandfather.”
“Kettle is boiling,” was her only reply.
She got up and fixed them both a cup of tea. They sat down by the kitchen table . Victoria didn’t quite understand why she was hesitating in actually believing it. She had waited for this day for seven years, in addition to the years she’d spent at Hogwarts, but when it suddenly was here, she didn’t quite know how to react.
Victoria had a claim on a house in Stoatshead Hill - made after one of her regular check-ups with the healer, down there. But until this point, it had all been a castle of dreams. Leaving her grandfather with the situation as it had been, alone without magical means of defence, would have not felt right. Now, she wasn’t quite sure if she could live on her own. Victoria had never before done anything like it.
She took a sip of the tea. It would probably not do to make any hasty decisions, she reasoned. Her grandfather looked steadily at her over the rim of his own cup. “Go tomorrow,” he simply said.
Put like that, Victoria only nodded. She'd sort through some of her parents' belongings, and work out what she'd want to bring with her, and sort out how to actually get there with it all, unlike when she'd been down there for medical purposes.
But she'd worry about that tomorrow. For now, she needed to sit down and take it all in. Voldemort was gone. Victoria took another sip of tea. Life was fairly good, at the moment.