Kate is in Rufus's gang of Merry Men (proudkate) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-10-30 11:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-10] october, kate proudfoot |
RP Narrative: Kate Proudfoot at Home
Who: Kate Proudfoot
When: 29 October, Late Evening; Slightly Backdated
Where: Her Flat, Hogsmeade.
What: Kate comes home after spending all day in Godric's Hallow.
Rating: PG
Status: COMPLETE.
Catalina Proudfoot stripped her clothing the instant she got in the door, heading for the bathroom immediately after that. Everything smelled like smoke to her, and she was sick of the smell. Sick of the smoke, the gritty feeling of ash and charcoal, and the sight of black and burned wood, trees, homes - people... She winced, turning on the water as hot as she could manage and winced a second time as her hair fell down in her face, smelling equally of smoke. The water was a relief as it poured down on her, running around her face and shoulders and she pushed her hair back, pushing the smokey scent out of it as well. Even showering the morning before she had headed out to Godric's Hollow, the smell had crept back in and it was enough, at this point of the day, to make her almost sick to her stomach. She was uncertain she would ever be able to enjoy the smell of smoke again and it made her angry. Angry at a world that had allowed this to happen, and at the people who had thought that this type of action, whatever their reasoning, was acceptable. She'd begun to see the final death counts, and she was trying to block them out of her head as she was blocking the scent from her nostrils by dousing her body in rose water and shampooing her hair thoroughly. Even when the water turned cold, she stood there, shivering on the other side of the shower curtain until she finally turned it off, stepped out and wrapped up in a towel. She'd missed a fitting today, she realised as she stood in the archway to the kitchen, hair dripping onto the hardwood floors. The costume would just have to be as is, she supposed, and she'd hope that it would not be too poorly fitted. Probably it would not be. It seemed absurd to even consider it when in Godric's Hallow people were seeking through ruins, looking for something they could pull out - pieces of their lives, a pet that had not escaped, photographs and mementos, and sometimes at the worst, a loved one. As she put the water on for tea, Kate remembered that her mother had prayed when she was a very little girl. Hail Mary... but she couldn't remember the words, it had been too long, and she couldn't find the strength to ask anything but why? The water boiled and she poured the water over the tea, staring at it for a long moment before moving to take the cup in her hands. Still in her towel she moved back to the bed where she sat down, curling up into it, her back against the backboard, the windows closed, her back cold where the still damp hair hung in now cold strands and she wrapped her hands around the cup, letting the warmth seep into her. A cup of tea solved everything, at least for that moment. And she had drunk so many that day that she felt it should be solved better than this. Nights like this she wanted someone. She wanted someone to curl up with her and tell her that everything would be all right, that people were not inherently evil, and that life would continue on. But there was no one like that now and after her last battle, Kate was uncertain there ever would be. |