Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg, @ 2012-02-11 10:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, ^date: november 15 2003, character: ernie macmillan |
Who: Ernie (Open to Justin or Seamus, if they want)
What: Things heard...
Where: Ernie's Kitchen
When: November 15; 16:00
Rating: Likely some swearing.
The radio was tuned in to provide some random background noise for Ernie as he set to cleaning up the kitchen. It was tuned to WWN, and was on some show but wasn't something he was really paying attention to right now. Instead his attention and focussed on a week's worth of dishes, and he wasn't about to let them rot and mold and get disgusting in general. Or at least get any worse than they already happened to be. Things were bad. Many folks continue to suffer from nightmares. Dean was missing. Seamus' mum was dead. Siobhan was taken hostage by Greyback. And here he was washing dishes. It was an almost oddly comforting thing to be doing at this point.
Soap shot through the air, and warm suds splashed in the sink once he had spelled the dishes to clean, and dry and stack themselves into a pile. A dishrag had been charmed to clean the tables and counters and all seemed to be completed with a mechanical precision.
That was until his ears heard something about "Harry Potter" coming from the radio. Ernie paused to listen as the rest of the story came to follow. Then stood there, transfixed in utter and complete horror. What he didn't notice was that the pile had gotten too tall. The cup that had stacked itself at the top wobbled precariously before it fell and shattered itself onto the ground. "Merlin," Ernie whispered, feeling an automatic response of shock and anger at a certain someone--this combined rather nicely with the feelings of grief and guilt. He numbly walked to a chair at the kitchen table and took a seat. The pile of dishes, in a sort of empathetic gesture had managed to make their way to the ground in a thunderous crash. Shards of glass and ceramic scattered across the floor.