Date/Time: Saturday, May 21st, 2005 // 11:14 AM Location: Hogwarts - Broom Closet Characters: Saffron and Vaughan Status: Private Summary: We Kill Vaughan Via Half-Naked Saffron Completion: Incomplete
Saffron had agreed, despite what she had wanted to do, to join Garier on the pitch and help him get better at chasing by beating bludgers at him. Unfortunately, beating with Garier's calling and it hadn't gone very well. Coupled with the fact that it was raining now, Saffron found herself endlessly bored with watching her brother be knocked silly by the bludgers she knocked his way.
In was not Saffron's way to tend to other needs when her own weren't being met, so the tenth or eleventh time she flew down check on her groaning brother on the ground, she told him in the sweetest way she knew how that she was done and he ought to be done too. Fearing he might have broken something in the last fall, Garier agreed and followed her to the broom closet.
She put Jackie's broom back where it belonged, helped Garier back into his coat, and instructed him in what to do once he got inside as any younger sister posing as a mother figure would do.
"Phew," she sighed, looking around. She was drenched. Her hair was an absolute mess, her robes were soaked, and she was generally unhappy having missed breakfast. Thankfully, their father had given them a heads up and unlike Gar, she'd packed an extra change of clothes.
Standing with her clothes in hand, Saffron looked perplexed. Everything logical in her told her not to change yet, that it was a long way back to the castle and she was bound to get soaked again, but going all the way back to the castle in Garier's drenched spare Quidditch robes seemed a humiliation 15-year-old Saffron could not stand to bear. And anyway, the clothes were uncomfortable.
With no one around, she quickly undressed, and standing in nothing but her under-garments, Saffron found much to her horror she hadn't packed an extra change of underwear, nor bras. Trifling through her clothes a few more times, Saffron searched in earnest, thinking of how she'd end up getting her dry clothes wet. It hit her then; she was a witch and could dry her clothes if only she could locate her wand - which she quickly went about doing.