Corrie Pye is good at leaving (corriespondence) wrote in alleyrpg, @ 2010-07-16 07:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2030: 07, character: corrie pye, character: lorcan scamander, place: residence |
RP: Corrie and Lorcan
Date: 16 July, mid-morning
Characters: Corrie Pye and Lorcan Scamander
Location: Min, a forest clearing
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Summary: Corrie gets caught at Lorcan's house. He confronts her about the changes she's made.
Corrie didn't have work until noon today, but it was almost ten now and she was already wearing the loathsome Sainsburys blouse that she usually didn't put on until just before she left. Maybe it was a bit early, but this was a special occasion. She had a visit to make, and though the visit wasn't special in and of itself, the reason for the visit was - she had a feeling she could be there for awhile, and might not have time to change before her shift. Humming a bit as she got the last of her things together, she glanced in the mirror and smiled at her reflection. The red-eye issue seemed to be gone, at least. For awhile there she was thinking she might have to call in sick - you couldn't go around muggles with blood-red irises. Well, you could, but they'd ask a lot of questions and probably send you home anyway.
Oops - time to go, or she'd have to rush the whole thing. And she didn't want to do that, she'd only been one other time this week, and that was yesterday, when she'd been so busy she could only stay a few minutes. Today was partly to make up for that, and partly to give the exciting news. Now then. With the ease of recent practice, Corrie tapped herself on the head with her wand to Disillusion herself, glanced down to make sure it had worked, nodded in satisfaction, focused and-
Suddenly she was standing on the porch of a small house, in a forest clearing... a much more heavily wooded forest than the last time, the trees were thicker at the edge of the clearing - and it was a smaller clearing, as well. Maybe Min was feeling agoraphobic? It was hard to tell with her sometimes. Well, all of the time, Corrie admitted to herself. While she felt she had a special bond with the house, it wasn't exactly telepathic.
She stepped carefully down the stairs, quick and sure-footed, trailing a finger down the railing as she went. She didn't like to hang around on the porch. It felt too exposed. There was nothing to stop Lorcan or one of his family or friends popping over whenever they liked, after all, though they hadn't yet in the weeks since she'd started to visit Min. Turning left to the shadier side of the cottage, her trailing finger was joined by the rest of her hand, and she stroked the wall gently. "Hi, sweetie," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I told you I'd be back." Minifred stirred, moving at her touch and, Corrie thought, at the sound of her voice. Pleased as always by the recognition, she impulsively leaned against the house and stretched her arms wide, as far as they could go, remembering when Min was tiny (well, comparatively tiny) and Corrie could still touch her fingers together around her. She really had grown up wonderfully. She was a beautiful house. And now she had a cousin!
The seven-league broom wasn't really related to Min, and even Corrie in all her sentimentality knew it. It couldn't act on its own, despite her moments of worry about the similar broom she'd ridden in the interview. It probably wasn't anywhere near as complicated as a house, either - at least so far. But it was a nice game to play with Min and to herself, and in truth it did seem a funny coincidence that she and Lorcan had worked together on the house, which had seven-league spells, and now they were working together (albeit in a different way) on a broom that had them, too. It was enough to make you wonder, though she hadn't let herself put into words yet what she was wondering about. It was just funny, that was all. And she thought Min might like to hear about it, and Corrie certainly wanted the quiet, slight companionship of the cottage as she thought aloud about this project. She dropped her bag onto the long grass and stretched out, her back (terrible shirt and all) against the wall and began to muse aloud in a quiet voice, drowsy-comfortable.
"It's going to be brilliant," she said, smiling at the sky. "Absolutely brilliant. I can't wait to ride it - on Monday! That's so soon. I can't believe they're actually making something like that, it'll completely change nearly everything, or at least travel and probably racing too, and I'll get to be a part of it... no, no, I don't like it as much as you," she said reassuringly, in response to Minifred seeming to shift away from her slightly. "Don't be silly. Nothing could be as nice as you." She reached up and rested the back of her nearly invisible hand against the wall, laughing softly. "You're my favourite, always."