RP: Time to admit it and make this a home.
Date: November 16, 2004.
Characters: Adrian Pucey and anyone else who drops by.
Location: 6C Copper Towers.
Status: Public.
Summary: Adrian decides to move in a bit.
Completion: Complete.
Charms had been one of Adrian Pucey's strong points while at Hogwarts. He had excelled in the grace of them (and found the same grace necessary for potions, his other best subject) and found that they flowed easily from his wand. His magic was well inclined for them - subtle, articulate.
However, he had obviously been out of school and using his other strongest subject - muggle studies - for too many damned years. Adrian had decided, waking up in the morning with a little trace of last nights whiskey still banging around in his head, that he would finally unpack the bag he had brought from the family estate. He had been sleeping in a pile of blankets and clothes simply because he hadn't bothered to get anything else out and put it back to normal size. He had been very lazy for a very long time, actually, and today it came back to bite him in the arse. His battered bag had laid ignored and annoying in the kitchen since he'd arrived. He didn't particularly want to touch it, afraid of what the feeling would be like to see his old family things somewhere other than the estate.
But here he was now with nothing else to do and so he felt it only right. He got up and showered and threw on clothes he didn't mind getting mussed up and then he cleaned the whole place. He was tempted just to do a quick cleansing charm but the idea that he may miss something kept him from using magic, and instead he swept, mopped, dusted, and washed with transfigured cleaning objects straight until lunch time. He then sat down with the bag in the middle of the flat, opening it as if it were a treasure chest and he were an explorer.
First, he took out the currently-miniature bed set, with sheets, pillows, and a rather comfortable appeal. He stood and set the furniture in the corner of the small bedroom, which was in the back of the flat. With a twitch of his wand he thought the bed would simply go back to normal, as he'd never had a problem with charms before but this time it grew much larger than it should and clanked loudly against walls and the floor and he was sure his neighbors would simply get rid of him for all the noise.
Finally getting the bed under control he decided to start smaller and went back to the bag, unpacking his bathroom toiletries, his father's old bar tumbler set, and his mother's favorite set of casual china (which he had taken from the estate with a bit of a blush, as it really was just sentimental).
Putting each dish away after finally getting some of his flow back with the size charms, he couldn't help but smile at random chinks in the glass of scratches on the plates. He remembered each broken dish being spelled back together so lovingly by his mother, who normally was a bit more on the cold side. He finished with those and suddenly felt a bit light headed. Deciding that it must have been the cleaning supplies of the morning, and he probably should have opened a few windows, he went back out of the kitchen and to his front door, he opened it to let some of the air in and went back to sitting in the middle of the floor with his old black bag.
Characters: Adrian Pucey and anyone else who drops by.
Location: 6C Copper Towers.
Status: Public.
Summary: Adrian decides to move in a bit.
Completion: Complete.
Charms had been one of Adrian Pucey's strong points while at Hogwarts. He had excelled in the grace of them (and found the same grace necessary for potions, his other best subject) and found that they flowed easily from his wand. His magic was well inclined for them - subtle, articulate.
However, he had obviously been out of school and using his other strongest subject - muggle studies - for too many damned years. Adrian had decided, waking up in the morning with a little trace of last nights whiskey still banging around in his head, that he would finally unpack the bag he had brought from the family estate. He had been sleeping in a pile of blankets and clothes simply because he hadn't bothered to get anything else out and put it back to normal size. He had been very lazy for a very long time, actually, and today it came back to bite him in the arse. His battered bag had laid ignored and annoying in the kitchen since he'd arrived. He didn't particularly want to touch it, afraid of what the feeling would be like to see his old family things somewhere other than the estate.
But here he was now with nothing else to do and so he felt it only right. He got up and showered and threw on clothes he didn't mind getting mussed up and then he cleaned the whole place. He was tempted just to do a quick cleansing charm but the idea that he may miss something kept him from using magic, and instead he swept, mopped, dusted, and washed with transfigured cleaning objects straight until lunch time. He then sat down with the bag in the middle of the flat, opening it as if it were a treasure chest and he were an explorer.
First, he took out the currently-miniature bed set, with sheets, pillows, and a rather comfortable appeal. He stood and set the furniture in the corner of the small bedroom, which was in the back of the flat. With a twitch of his wand he thought the bed would simply go back to normal, as he'd never had a problem with charms before but this time it grew much larger than it should and clanked loudly against walls and the floor and he was sure his neighbors would simply get rid of him for all the noise.
Finally getting the bed under control he decided to start smaller and went back to the bag, unpacking his bathroom toiletries, his father's old bar tumbler set, and his mother's favorite set of casual china (which he had taken from the estate with a bit of a blush, as it really was just sentimental).
Putting each dish away after finally getting some of his flow back with the size charms, he couldn't help but smile at random chinks in the glass of scratches on the plates. He remembered each broken dish being spelled back together so lovingly by his mother, who normally was a bit more on the cold side. He finished with those and suddenly felt a bit light headed. Deciding that it must have been the cleaning supplies of the morning, and he probably should have opened a few windows, he went back out of the kitchen and to his front door, he opened it to let some of the air in and went back to sitting in the middle of the floor with his old black bag.