RP: Sirrah and Caracactus Who: Sirrah and Caracactus When: just after midnight, 8 November 2025 Where: Hogwarts' halls. Summary: Sirrah ends up somewhere she does not expect.
Sirrah lounged back against the pile of pillows, golden hair fanning out about her. Her muscles ached pleasantly and even though the cool air prickled against her skin, she could not summon the energy to stoke the fire, even using her wand. Shifting, she watched as her companion began to dress, only speaking once the barrister had put on his spectacles.
"Shall I expect you for next Wednesday and Hamlet?" Deciding that the chill was just a shade too much to take, she pulled the blankets up about her shoulders.
"Was it Hamlet?" The man looked at his watch. Good, he was perfectly on time for his five-thirty meeting. "I could have sworn the theater is playing Macbeth."
"Right then." Winston fixed his watch to his waistcoat before straightening his collar. "I will see you then, love."
Sirrah stayed in bed until the man saw himself out. She had plans to meet Henry for dinner at 6:30 at the March Hare and she had no wish to be late. Selecting clothing appropriate for a muggle dinner, the woman dressed efficiently. She would have to remember to ask him if he would wish to accompany her to witness the King's coronation procession tomorrow.