RP: Sanctuary
Date: 22 March 2005 [very early morning]
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Anyone who seeks a safe place to sleep
Location: Old Stone Church
Status: Public
Summary: Rabastan comes home to a mess and opens his church as a sanctuary.
Completion: Complete
No sooner had Rabastan's portkey landed him back in his study than he was pounced upon by a nervous Mahgda and a screeching Bronwyn. He felt the wards on the church itself and all was well inside, but there had been trouble outside making his familiars skitish. As both of his ladies refused to release their holds on his shoulders, he had no choice but to take them out with him.
The wards at the fence had been breached and felt damaged, but he could feel that no one was still around. Rabastan smelled smoke coming from somewhere near by and the couple that ran Roma were outside looking about as well. The house between his Church and the restaurant had the front door splintered and set ablaze, but the fire was out now. He asked the couple if they needed anything, but received a negative. They were shaken up a bit, but fine. Rabastan let them know they could call on him if they changed their minds regardless of the hour and turned back to better check his own property.
He had not noticed from the perspective of the walkway and he was focused on the Italian couple on the way out and missed the damage to his fence. Not only the fence. It looked as if someone had cast a bombarda on a section of the low fence along the pavement to gain access to the muggle graveyard on the east side of the churchyard. There were a number of gravestones toppled over and a few crosses missing atop others. Who on earth would desecrate a graveyard?
Rabastan saw movement behind a large stone and carefully made his way forward with his wands drawn. He silently cast an anti-apparition jinx and barrier spell to contain the person. "Come out slowly." He was ready to restrain the culprit as soon as he showed himself.
"Tibbs is sorry, sir!" A rather grimy and hairy house elf started hitting his head against the gravestone.
"Strak is sorry, too sir!" Another one poked his nose out the other side.
Rabastan would not in a hundred years suspect house elves of damaging a graveyard. In fact, he rather suspected he had finally solved the mystery of why the Old Stone Church's small graveyard was always so immaculate. "What are you sorry for boys? Surely you didn't do this, did you?"
"OH, NOES, SIR!" The elves chimed together, then the one called Tibbs continued. "But we is not stopping the bad man and not fixing before sir comes home."
"You don't work for me, boys. You don't have to fix it... unless you want to that is." Rabastan knew there had to be a reason they had been caring for the graveyard yet hadn't made themselves known, but didn't think this was the time to ask. "Will you come and see me later today so we can talk about it?"
"Yes, sir! But we is fixing now."
"That's all right, boys, just be quiet about it so you don't wake anyone up. If you see anyone wandering on the pavement, you may tell them that there is shelter in the church if they need a safe place to stay. All right?"
"Yes, sir! Shelters in Church."
Rabastan tossed a spell at the church door to make it glow softly. Another couple spells put torches on the side of the entrance to light the way. Another couple of torches were added to the fence corners at the pavement. Rabastan walked back to the corner of River and 3rd and spelled another torch there. Then he walked to the corner of River and 4th and added a final torch.
Finally Rabastan spelled fairy lights onto the front of the low stone fence on the side of the walkway that wasn't damaged....
Sanctuary
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Anyone who seeks a safe place to sleep
Location: Old Stone Church
Status: Public
Summary: Rabastan comes home to a mess and opens his church as a sanctuary.
Completion: Complete
No sooner had Rabastan's portkey landed him back in his study than he was pounced upon by a nervous Mahgda and a screeching Bronwyn. He felt the wards on the church itself and all was well inside, but there had been trouble outside making his familiars skitish. As both of his ladies refused to release their holds on his shoulders, he had no choice but to take them out with him.
The wards at the fence had been breached and felt damaged, but he could feel that no one was still around. Rabastan smelled smoke coming from somewhere near by and the couple that ran Roma were outside looking about as well. The house between his Church and the restaurant had the front door splintered and set ablaze, but the fire was out now. He asked the couple if they needed anything, but received a negative. They were shaken up a bit, but fine. Rabastan let them know they could call on him if they changed their minds regardless of the hour and turned back to better check his own property.
He had not noticed from the perspective of the walkway and he was focused on the Italian couple on the way out and missed the damage to his fence. Not only the fence. It looked as if someone had cast a bombarda on a section of the low fence along the pavement to gain access to the muggle graveyard on the east side of the churchyard. There were a number of gravestones toppled over and a few crosses missing atop others. Who on earth would desecrate a graveyard?
Rabastan saw movement behind a large stone and carefully made his way forward with his wands drawn. He silently cast an anti-apparition jinx and barrier spell to contain the person. "Come out slowly." He was ready to restrain the culprit as soon as he showed himself.
"Tibbs is sorry, sir!" A rather grimy and hairy house elf started hitting his head against the gravestone.
"Strak is sorry, too sir!" Another one poked his nose out the other side.
Rabastan would not in a hundred years suspect house elves of damaging a graveyard. In fact, he rather suspected he had finally solved the mystery of why the Old Stone Church's small graveyard was always so immaculate. "What are you sorry for boys? Surely you didn't do this, did you?"
"OH, NOES, SIR!" The elves chimed together, then the one called Tibbs continued. "But we is not stopping the bad man and not fixing before sir comes home."
"You don't work for me, boys. You don't have to fix it... unless you want to that is." Rabastan knew there had to be a reason they had been caring for the graveyard yet hadn't made themselves known, but didn't think this was the time to ask. "Will you come and see me later today so we can talk about it?"
"Yes, sir! But we is fixing now."
"That's all right, boys, just be quiet about it so you don't wake anyone up. If you see anyone wandering on the pavement, you may tell them that there is shelter in the church if they need a safe place to stay. All right?"
"Yes, sir! Shelters in Church."
Rabastan tossed a spell at the church door to make it glow softly. Another couple spells put torches on the side of the entrance to light the way. Another couple of torches were added to the fence corners at the pavement. Rabastan walked back to the corner of River and 3rd and spelled another torch there. Then he walked to the corner of River and 4th and added a final torch.
Finally Rabastan spelled fairy lights onto the front of the low stone fence on the side of the walkway that wasn't damaged....
Sanctuary