RP: That's my house
Date: 20 May 2005
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Charlie Weasley, anybody who’d like to jump in
Location: Property on F (near Gold)
Status: Semi-private
Summary: Charlie and Alicia sitting in a tree on a stonewall, T-A-L-K-I-N-G
Completion: Incomplete
It had only been a fortnight since Oliver had offered her in on the Quidditch project and eight days since they had gone over the notes she had made on it, but already Alicia felt as if it had been years. Whenever she had the time, she would sit down with a quill, ink and parchment to scribble down anything she could think of, just to get it moving. However, more often than not, she found that she had only barely gotten started before she had to go to work.
The thoughts and the planning didn’t stop, even though she was at work. Often she found herself staring blankly into space while ideas were bouncing about inside her head. Apparently, the guests had noticed that too, at least judging by the decrease in her tips. If she could, she would quit her job and devote herself to the project, but that wasn’t possible until they had got enough funds to cover their living costs, so for now, she would have to do with only working on it outside of work.
And then there was that house down on F. That house that she hadn’t seen until about a week ago, though it still felt as if it was calling to her. Every time she went for a jog, she ended up in front of it, and this early Sunday morning wasn’t an exception.
The house, or actually the cottage, had been seriously damaged during the war. It needed a lot of work before it was habitable, well, except for that one bedroom that hadn’t been touched at all. But it was perfect.
So before she knew it, Alicia was sitting on the stonewall in front of it, just looking at it, and knowing for sure that that was her cottage… if only she could get it fixed up.
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Charlie Weasley, anybody who’d like to jump in
Location: Property on F (near Gold)
Status: Semi-private
Summary: Charlie and Alicia sitting in a tree on a stonewall, T-A-L-K-I-N-G
Completion: Incomplete
It had only been a fortnight since Oliver had offered her in on the Quidditch project and eight days since they had gone over the notes she had made on it, but already Alicia felt as if it had been years. Whenever she had the time, she would sit down with a quill, ink and parchment to scribble down anything she could think of, just to get it moving. However, more often than not, she found that she had only barely gotten started before she had to go to work.
The thoughts and the planning didn’t stop, even though she was at work. Often she found herself staring blankly into space while ideas were bouncing about inside her head. Apparently, the guests had noticed that too, at least judging by the decrease in her tips. If she could, she would quit her job and devote herself to the project, but that wasn’t possible until they had got enough funds to cover their living costs, so for now, she would have to do with only working on it outside of work.
And then there was that house down on F. That house that she hadn’t seen until about a week ago, though it still felt as if it was calling to her. Every time she went for a jog, she ended up in front of it, and this early Sunday morning wasn’t an exception.
The house, or actually the cottage, had been seriously damaged during the war. It needed a lot of work before it was habitable, well, except for that one bedroom that hadn’t been touched at all. But it was perfect.
So before she knew it, Alicia was sitting on the stonewall in front of it, just looking at it, and knowing for sure that that was her cottage… if only she could get it fixed up.