RP: Taming the Veela?
Date: May 8, 2005
Character(s): Orla Quirke and Fleur Delacour Weasley
Location: Quirky Thoughts
Status: Private
Summary: Orla's prepared to talk miscarriage, but she gets a whole lot more than that
Completion: Complete
Orla yawned and shook her head. She'd been up late the past feww nights, reading up in more diverse aresas than she would have ever thought to need for this practice. At best, she was prepared for a lot of Post Traumatic Stress, but she was also helping with victims or rape, memory loss, magic imdedded causing memories to appear that made little sense... it was taxing her resources, considering it was all she did anymore.
She'd taken her broom into the backyard and tried a reinactment of her initial flying lessons, and was a bit surprised that she had slightly better results. She didn't fall, which she attributed to Angela's shkills as a broommmaker. She needed to get out more and give a real flight a try. She might ask Ron sometime if she could fly over his familie's land. It seemed safe enough.
She absently waved her wand at the teapot, which came to a rapid boil, and the contents of a tea service assembled themselves by ease of repeated use. She carried tea into her office, where she fixed an extra strong cup for herself.
Character(s): Orla Quirke and Fleur Delacour Weasley
Location: Quirky Thoughts
Status: Private
Summary: Orla's prepared to talk miscarriage, but she gets a whole lot more than that
Completion: Complete
Orla yawned and shook her head. She'd been up late the past feww nights, reading up in more diverse aresas than she would have ever thought to need for this practice. At best, she was prepared for a lot of Post Traumatic Stress, but she was also helping with victims or rape, memory loss, magic imdedded causing memories to appear that made little sense... it was taxing her resources, considering it was all she did anymore.
She'd taken her broom into the backyard and tried a reinactment of her initial flying lessons, and was a bit surprised that she had slightly better results. She didn't fall, which she attributed to Angela's shkills as a broommmaker. She needed to get out more and give a real flight a try. She might ask Ron sometime if she could fly over his familie's land. It seemed safe enough.
She absently waved her wand at the teapot, which came to a rapid boil, and the contents of a tea service assembled themselves by ease of repeated use. She carried tea into her office, where she fixed an extra strong cup for herself.