Katherine Bundy (cau_bundy) wrote in causatum_rpg, @ 2008-09-05 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | & private residence, * september 1999, - npc, katherine bundy, npc: natalie brocklehurst, ~ complete |
RP: Unexpected
Date: 5 September 1999
Characters: Kay (and Kit?), Natalie
Location: Brocklehurst Manor?
Private/Public: Private
Rating: TBD (probably high)
Warnings: TBD (is possible lesbian behaviour a warning?)
Summary: After all the turmoil lately, an unexpected personality comes to visit Natalie.
That article had been, perhaps, one of the biggest mistakes Kat could have made in many ways. Nothing good had come of it yet, except for scooping that twit Twittering. All it had succeeded in doing was placing a lot of stress on shoulders that couldn't handle stress of this sort very well anymore. Maybe a couple of years ago, but ever since her uncles' actions that last year of the war, it was even harder to handle the simple stresses like this.
Fighting with Terrence had taken it out of her. She liked him, a lot more than she thought she did. She wasn't sure she'd label it love, but she cared about him far more than she was ready to admit. Their fight had brought more stress into her mind, especially since several things had fallen from her lips that she hoped didn't strike him later on as odd or important.
Everything combined to keep her on edge, and when that happened, her alter-egos often came out to play. After several nights of not sleeping well at all (not that her sleep was often restful), Kay finally decided to take things into his hands and find someway to make the more tender personality relax and the body find an outlet.
Kit was in full agreement in the mind as well. Enough was enough. Sexy clothes were transfigured and makeup was applied and ...
Instead of simply going to a club (muggle, as Kay was sick of most of the wizarding world at the moment), he paused walking out the door. A stranger was always good for a little relief, but he found himself craving more familiarity (and comfort) than that. His mind flitted to the only person that fit that bill perfectly.
Natalie Brocklehurst. Hopefully Mandy would be out with that Nathan fellow and he could drag her off to help him--them--forget and relax. Besides, he thought with a tingle that went straight through him, they had unfinished business.
So he apparated to Brocklehurst Manor, dressed to the nines, and knocked on the door sharply, hoping she or an elf would answer.
If his eyes were tired and a little world weary behind the make-up and his hips a little more prominent, well, he hoped no one would notice.