glengda (glengda) wrote in alleyrpg, @ 2010-07-27 18:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: glengda grimstone |
Boom!
Who: Glengda, Alexander(npc), and Ragmar(npc)
When: Tuesday night
Where: The dining room at Grimstone Mansion
Summary: Glengda's condition is getting harder to hide
Public/Private: Private
Rating: PG
Glengda had been using minimal magic recently. Wherever possible, she stuck to pre-packaged magics: enchanted hairbrushes, portkeys, coded charms she'd stored up for simplicity's sake to run her programs. But it was getting difficult to hide that there was something wrong with her magic. Making the house elf do simple tasks for her only took care of so many things, and she'd started noticing Alexander glancing at her- considering that Alexander wasn't really the sharpest knife, that was worrisome.
Tonight, they were having dinner together, Alexander speaking to Ragmar about his coming year in school. Glengda asked two questions as well, because mothers were supposed to show interest and concern about their offspring. Ragmar was levitating several potatoes, uncouthly showing his father some quidditch maneuvre.
One of the potatoes took a strong dive and crashed into a tureen of french onion soup, splashing soup everywhere.
Without thinking, Glengda held up a hand, casting a mild shielding charm so she wouldn't get splashed.
The resulting concussion blew her backwards so hard that her chair fell over and she slid backwards until her head smacked the floor. As if from far away, she could hear Alexander's lower and Ragmar's higher voices- they sounded different shades of upset, but she wasn't sure exactly what kind of upset.
As no one helped her up, she rolled to the side, curling her legs in, until she got to her knees, and soon after to her feet. Her head swam and one of her arms hurt badly, though she didn't remember hitting it. The table was a mess, and so was the room. Apparently, the blast had gone in all directions. Ragmar was being ministered to by his father, who was pressing a serviette against the boy's temple; there was blood on Alexander's hands and on Ragmar's robes.
Glengda stared at the scene, and considered how difficult it would be to finish her transaction with the Seven League Broom while allaying her families concerns.