RP: Give me a glass of scotch now.
Date: November 16, 2004
Characters: Wilhelmina and anyone else
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Willa arrives in town.
Completion: Incomplete
It had been a long day. She'd walked most of the one before with the owl cages charmed to look like cases to muggle eyes, before shelling out very close to the last of her stash of muggle money on a bed for the night. That morning, every single one of her muscles had ached. She wasn't as young as she used to be.
But she'd set out again. She didn't have the option to stay another night. She remembered bus routes in the area, but obviously both the abandonment of the town and the muggle repelling charms that must have been set up around Stoatshead had stopped them running anywhere near where she wanted to go. So she set out on foot again.
When she finally arrived in town she felt ten years older, and was willing to throw herself on the mercy of someone - anyone - for a glass of scotch and a bed for the night. Once she'd slept she'd think about what else to do.
She'd read about the Five Alarm in that Prophet article, and she knew Rosmerta a little from her time at Hogwarts, and from those occasional quiet drinks she had shared at the Three Broomsticks with Pomona when she could get away from the school for a night. She'd go there.
It wasn't quite the three broomsticks, she thought as she pushed the door open. But then, nothing could be. But she could smell food cooking, and see bottles lined up on the bar. Oh, thank Merlin. She took her feathered charges - just about the only form of payment she had for anything (except for the promise of more) - with her. Slipping into one corner, she gave them their own stools, then found one herself, slipping onto it tiredly and fumbling for her pipe.
Characters: Wilhelmina and anyone else
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Public
Summary: Willa arrives in town.
Completion: Incomplete
It had been a long day. She'd walked most of the one before with the owl cages charmed to look like cases to muggle eyes, before shelling out very close to the last of her stash of muggle money on a bed for the night. That morning, every single one of her muscles had ached. She wasn't as young as she used to be.
But she'd set out again. She didn't have the option to stay another night. She remembered bus routes in the area, but obviously both the abandonment of the town and the muggle repelling charms that must have been set up around Stoatshead had stopped them running anywhere near where she wanted to go. So she set out on foot again.
When she finally arrived in town she felt ten years older, and was willing to throw herself on the mercy of someone - anyone - for a glass of scotch and a bed for the night. Once she'd slept she'd think about what else to do.
She'd read about the Five Alarm in that Prophet article, and she knew Rosmerta a little from her time at Hogwarts, and from those occasional quiet drinks she had shared at the Three Broomsticks with Pomona when she could get away from the school for a night. She'd go there.
It wasn't quite the three broomsticks, she thought as she pushed the door open. But then, nothing could be. But she could smell food cooking, and see bottles lined up on the bar. Oh, thank Merlin. She took her feathered charges - just about the only form of payment she had for anything (except for the promise of more) - with her. Slipping into one corner, she gave them their own stools, then found one herself, slipping onto it tiredly and fumbling for her pipe.