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Nikolai 'Niki' Urquhart ([info]fwoopersays) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-09-19 12:36:00
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Who: Niki Urquhart and Anabel Runcorn.
When: September 19th. Early afternoon.
Where: Memorial Park.
What: Niki is practicing his Transfiguration.
Rating: Low?
Status: Complete.




Braxton seemed a bit put out by the random animals and things that milled about the house as a result of Niki's Transfiguration practices. Although he had caught up as many as he could and transfigured them back. Except the toad (former lamp) that had hopped away, and the turtle that had left with his dinner.

Still, he decided today to practice outside somewhere. It was a rather nice day out after all. And despite his milky pale skin and the fact that he liked night the best, he could stand being outside during the daylight sometimes!

So he gathered up a variety of things. Things he didn't think Braxton would miss too much. Although he planned on bringing them back with him, but just incase. A couple books. A chipped teacup. A plate. A fork. A clock. A candlestick. He put all these things in a bag and then got on his broomstick to fly to Memorial Park.

When he arrived, he settled himself down in a grassy area, sitting right on the ground. Clad in a pair of ripped up jeans and a black slightly oversized shirt and a black jacket over top. He unpacked his bag, one item at a time, setting them out around him. And then drew out his wand and set to work with a look of marked concentration on his face. And a surprising amount of lucidity.


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