steph ( aetates ) (aetates_steph) wrote in aetates, @ 2013-02-16 21:05:00 |
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The moment she woke Frankie was aware that something was off. This was not her bed. It wasn't anything in particular which told her such - no broken spring or uncomfortable mattress, it was just an awareness of her muscles and bones which sent a hazy ping of alarm through her. Her room - no, no, the room on first inspection was familiar and alien all at the same time. There was the same work table in the corner but it was tidy, clean, her inks away, her paints tucked in a drawer, her cameras were neatly on the shelves. While Frankie took very, very good care of every single piece of her equipment there was constant chaos in any room she may occupy and do her work. This room was neat, tidy, clean, devoid of any kind of ink stains whatsoever but it kind of felt like home. A home away from home.
Swinging her legs out from beneath the heavy comforter she rose, eyes flicking too and fro in complete confusion until they fell upon a familiar journal. It was worn, the leather camel and ink splashed, pictures poked out at various points and the whole thing screamed of home. The pages inside however were blank but for Scorpius Malfoy, as if all the conversations she and her friends and family had in the past had vanished. Gone. How could it all be gone? and who in Merlin's name was the Master. The first question was quickly answered by Scorpius as he informed her quite offhandly that it was 2000. Of course he was more focused on work, on the fact that his beloved S&S was gone while Frankie couldn't help but wonder... were they truly in the past? Her parents had never mentioned her coming here but perhaps they'd been told not to? by this mysterious Master?
Panic made her fingers tremble before she curled them into stubborn fists, trying to focus on the more... amusing part of her conversation with Scorpius before throwing her journal aside for the moment to change into something a bit more suitable for outdoors. The apartment was empty, quiet but there was another bedroom which didn't bode well, suggesting that she wasn't the only occupant. It was empty though and plain, a bed in one corner and that was all.
Outside the February cool whispered against her skin, the breeze lifting golden strands of hair from her face as she gazed up at the peculiar building she'd found herself in. Diagon Alley looked different too though she could see her Diagon Alley in there somewhere though many of the shops had changed. "Great, just bloody great."