Cerise Noémie Fortescue (cerisedoux) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-09-10 23:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | cerise fortescue |
Who: Cerise Fortescue
What: Trying to See for Blaise.
Where: Fortescue Manor, London.
When: Friday evening.
Warnings: Blood in the vision.
Status: Complete Log.
The moment she finished scribbling her last note to Blaise, Cerise closed her journal and set it aside on her desk. Rising to her feet, her long skirts billowed out around her legs as she left the study and made her way through a small door, beyond which was her 'work room'.
It was a medium-sized room, which contained everything she needed as a Seer. In one corner, several armchairs surrounded a small round table, atop which was a crystal ball set in a pedestal. In another corner was a similar table but larger and surrounded by more chairs; the surface of this table held a pack of tarot cards, some of them flipped over in a pattern, and beside them an old wooden spirit board. A small shelf against one wall held several tea cups, and small wooden boxes which held different types of tea leaves. A larger bookshelf beside it was filled with a number of books (though not visible from far away, the titles were all of books on Divination, dreams, prophecies, and more).
But it was for the far corner of the room where Cerise headed; here, several pillows were scattered on the floor, beside them was a small table that held candles and an incense burner. Reaching the pillows, Cerise lowered herself down, settling almost elegantly into a cross-legged position. She pulled out her wand and tapped the stick of incense which sat in the burner; almost immediately, smoke began to curl up from it, and the smell of wormwood, which was known to help induce visions.
Setting her wand aside, Cerise lowered her hands in her lap and closed her eyes. Clearing her thoughts with deep breaths, she slowly turned her Inner Eye to focus on Blaise. Immediately, the vision she'd had earlier returned; a man approached Blaise in the bar, yelling at him in anger. Blaise lifted his sleeve, showing the man the tattoo on his arm. The man's face contorted with rage, he drew his wand and cast a spell, sending Blaise flying back. Cerise's mind wanted to follow Blaise as it had before, see the blood spilling from his wounds before he apparated away.
But instead she used all her control and twisted her mind, focusing instead on the man who had attacked him. You she thought in her trance, focusing on the man's face, on his rage. Who are you?
For one second the vision seemed to grow brighter, and then in a second it faded to nothing, and another one took it's place. She wasn't sure exactly, but she thought it took place before the attack on Blaise. The man who had attacked Blaise walked through the main Hall in the Ministry of Magic. He seemed to flinch from everyone around him, confusion and anger and fear flashing through his eyes at every face he saw. He had almost reached the fireplaces when a voice came from behind.
Though it was in the vision, Cerise's mouth opened and the words slipped from her lips in a voice that was not her own. "Mr Farnham!" The man flinched but did not respond, hurrying forward. A hand reached out to grab his arm- "Orson, hey!" The man gasped, yanking his hand out of the grasp of the stranger. His eyes dropped down as the stranger's sleeve slipped, and a Dark Mark became visible on his arm. Anger filled him, she could feel it churning in her stomach just as it did in his in a way seemed to make her whole body tense. Turning, he hurried towards the fireplaces, grabbed a handful of powder, threw himself into the flames, and disappeared.
Cerise's eyes flew open with a gasp. As the pounding of her heart slowly began to subside, she murmured softly, "Orson Farnham." Already she could feel the exhaustion setting into her body, the kind that always came when she focused herself so hard on having a vision. But she pulled herself to her feet and moved slowly through the room. She had to get to her journal and tell Blaise.