Penelope Clearwater (clarusassis) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-04-14 07:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: charlie weasley, char: penelope clearwater |
Who: Penelope Clearwater & Charlie Weasley
When: Wednesday 13th April
Where: Flat 410, 54 Diagon Alley
What: Respite
Rating: Medium/High
Status: In Progress
Penelope had closed her journal after speaking to Charlie and immediately went about making herself and her home presentable. She knew Charlie wasn't bothered about what she wore or how tidy their surroundings were; he just didn't come across as that kind of person, but she did want to show some effort and if possible make it so that her flat would feel as if they actually had shut the rest of the world out, if only for a few hours.
Normally today was Penelope day off, which meant having Ben so that Terry could dedicate another full day to Boots' Brooms, but today he'd insisted on having their son again to 'dog shop' and so she'd been alone since midday. She'd already done most of the house work which had been outstanding, having needed to keep herself occupied and so she headed for the bathroom first, to have a too hot shower and let the heat melt away the stress and tension that had been building up over the past couple of days.
She'd washed her hair too and once she'd dried it she'd pulled the fluffy mass back and into a long messy plait which started central and curled around and over one of her shoulders to end at her chest.
Debating what to wear had been the hardest part. She wanted something that hinted at effort but was casual and comfortable. The idea was to relax and so after dismissing a whole host of combinations, she decided to forgo actual clothes and take a risk, instead picking out an old but pretty pair of short burgundy coloured satin pajamas. They'd been a Christmas gift a couple of Christmases past and although they were well loved and a tad worn, they were still soft and comfortable and the idea of letting Charlie see her in them, her long legs exposed, was too tempting to pass up. An afterthought had her throw her favourite oversized cardigan on over the top but the effect was still nice, the girl looking back at her in the mirror very much looking like she was expecting a visitor.
Next she went about lighting some of the candles she'd bought during the Equinox. They were ones she'd never heard of before, that changed very subtley in scent dependant on who encountered them and as she'd flicked her wand with a soft 'incendio' she caught a hint of citrus fruit and something faintly floral she couldn't quite put her finger on. She'd wondered whether or not the candles might be too much but the sun was only just beginning to set and the effect they gave wasn't really of effort, but of atmosphere and even just the half a dozen or so of them dotted around her bedroom was perfect.
So perfect in fact that inspiration struck and she had hurried out into the lounge and had scribbled a note quickly onto a spare piece of parchment before charming it and sneaking out to stick it to her front door.
She'd felt a bit silly at first but the thought of him finding it and laughing then getting to creep into her flat filled her stomach with little sparks of electricity and so she had left it, hoping that after the initial dread of seeing another note, he'd come to find it as appealing as she had.
She was reading a book, crossed legged and cosied up in the mass of fluffy pillows and blankets when she heard the latch on the front door go. Her bedroom was positioned so that she could see a slither of activity from the lounge through her open door and as she caught a flash of unruly ginger hair in the shadows outside she felt her heart pick up pace and her lips curl upwards and into an impossibly wide smile.
"Psst," She'd put her book down and was now sat, her elbow at her knee and her chin in her hand, head cocked towards the door so as to see him coming. "Charlie. In here." She could hear footsteps approaching as well as the scuttle of small paws on her wooden floors and she felt almost as if she might burst from anticipation.