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RP: How Could This Happen?

Mar 22, 2007 21:52

Date: 22 March 2005
Characters: Pomona Sprout, Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank
Location: Willa and Mona's home.
Status: Private
Summary: Pomona thought the power outtage was a random occurance. She is not comfortable to learn that it wasn't.
Completion: InComplete

( What in the world would possess someone to do that? )

place: private residence, wilhelmina grubbly-plank, pomona sprout, march 2005

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shh_wilhelmina March 24 2007, 05:04:54 UTC

At this time of the day, most of the owls were sleeping. There were a few lazy, tired hoots as Wilhelmina changed the water and the feed in their aviary, and a couple eyes flickered open to observe her, but they didn't even bother to lift their beaks from their plumage.

On her way back to the house, she heard Mona calling her name. There was a sense of panic in her voice that alarmed Willa. She quickened her pace.

"Mona?" She threw open the back door and found Pomona on the lounge. "What's wrong?"

shh_pomona March 24 2007, 06:27:40 UTC

Pomona held out the letter from Minerva with a shaking hand, and then got up to pace. She stepped on her bad leg a bit harder than she should have, but she had come to associate pain with focus over the course of her journey home, and she needed to think.

What should be done? She should make sure that the Aurors were taking this seriously, for one. The wards would need to be completely redone, of course. Impeneterable, she needed to keep them safe. But what else? There had to be something. She ceased her pacing turned to Willa. "Is this the first time something like this has happened?"

Pomona felt helpless in a way that she hadn't while she had been gone. She thought they were safe. She thought her worries were over. They were supposed to be getting on with their lives, damn it. Not... this.

shh_wilhelmina March 24 2007, 08:08:01 UTC

Willa took the letter from Pomona's hand, brows wrinkling when she saw her wife wince as she put weight on her leg.

Mona needed a Healer. But whatever this letter was clearly troubled her more at the moment, to Willa would let it go for now.

Oh, not again. Merlin.

For a moment she didn't understand why Pomona was so concerned, why her eternal optimist was so bothered by vandalism that hadn't touched them. She was slightly shaken herself when she realised that all this must have have seemed very close to Pomona, far too reminiscent of what she'd gone through.

She kept her voice steady, even though the thought rattled her. "Once, maybe twice," she said. "There was a fire a month or so ago. Arson, or so the Prophet said. And I think before that some meat was stolen from the Five Alarm. It's thugs, Mona. Just a gang of miscreants that don't want to work at rebuilding like the rest of us. They haven't hurt anyone, but this is... worse than before."

shh_pomona March 24 2007, 09:28:03 UTC

Pomona was a bit taken aback by Willa's somewhat cavelier attitude toward the situation. "Miscreants?" she asked in a quiet tone, rubbing her hand over her face.

She hobbled over to the couch, and took a seat. "How can we be sure of that, Mina? How? What if it's not? There is absolutely no way to know for sure that all of... them were rounded up, is there? What if this is their way of getting back at us? All of us. For going on after. And the children, Mina. You read the letter. They're barely able to perform simple household spells, let alone the kind of magic required to protect themselves." Pomona dropped her head in her hands.

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