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cc_boots (cc_boots) wrote in charing_cross,
@ 2009-03-26 18:33:00

Entry tags:

! complete, ! public, * 2003: 03/march, - thread, character: dean thomas, character: dennis creevey, character: harry potter, character: lavender brown, character: neville longbottom, character: ron weasley, character: terry boot, npc: ben boot, npc: gareth boot, npc: maddie boot, retired character: cho chang, retired character: linden stebbins, retired character: roger davies, retired character: seamus finnigan

RP: Obscurus Books Presents
Date: 26 March 2003 (through early Thursday morning likely)
Characters: Everyone who'd like to come, plus various NPCs! Children Welcome! Add your tags!
Location: Obscurus Books & Cafe
Private/Public: Public as public can be!
Warnings: PG to start, if things get kinky, please use the subject line of the first comment to rate appropriately!
Summary: Just another day at Obscurus Books, until the storm hits and traps people inside.

Gareth looked around the bookshop with pride. Children were sitting enthralled by Marigold and her husband as they performed flashy magic tricks. Logan was hosting a small cooking class, teaching everyone from housewives to retired Unspeakables (though Gareth though it was highly unlikely that there were actually such a thing as retired Unspeakables) how to bake enchiladas. His Maddie was graciously signing copies of her latest best-seller Emerald Isle, and open mike poetry night would start in a half hour, followed by a rousing karaoke contest. All in all, Thursday was shaping up to be a wonderful, and profitable, night for Obscurus Books.

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The Storm: Reply here for all interactions taking place after the Wireless Report at 8pm

cc_boots
2009-03-26 06:18 pm UTC (link)

The wireless clicked off, leaving the group gathered in silence. It seemed as if Diagon Alley was experiencing a rare blizzard. The Minister had asked that the Floo system be kept clear for emergencies, and people were encouraged to stay where they were for the night, as reports of heating and lighting charm failures had been coming in at a steady rate. Gareth had risked an owl to the Wireless offices, offering shelter to anyone who could make it in, and a steady trickle of people had already taken him up on the offer.

Gareth took the stage and turned on the mike. He wasn't one of speeches and made short work of offering food, water and a place to sleep to anyone who didn't want to brave the weather and take their chances of warmth at home. "It's safe here for the moment, so we're more than happy to offer shelter for the night, or however long this storm goes on. We can Transfigure cots and sleeping bags, and there's enough provisions in the cafe for a good week or more at the number of people we have. The store has a back-up generator spell, so we'll have heat and lighting charms for a few days at the least." There were murmurs in the crowd, though Gareth could see that most agreed, and stepped off the stage to see what else there was to do.

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Re: Cho~

cc_cho
2009-03-26 07:22 pm UTC (link)

Winter was Cho's favorite season. She liked the cold. She liked ice. She didn't like slush - that was the only thing about winter she disliked - but other than that winter was clearly the best of the seasons. It was pure and pristine, stiff and unforgiving. She loved the stiffness of the crisp air outside when it snowed.

Except, that was, when heating and lighting charms failed to take effect indoors.

"Merlin's bloody tears," she muttered under her breath as she lowered her wand for the fifth time since the heat had simply stopped working. Goosebumps were already rising on her arms. Cho tossed her spellbook (The Idiot's Guide to Everyday Charms; Simple Spells to Help You Get Through the Day) away from her. It thumped loudly against the armrest of her sofa before landing limply, spine-up on the ground. What to do now? She wasn't going to stay in here, hovering around a candle. That was unbearably...pathetic-sounding.

The Wireless had broadcasted several places that were available for temporary shelter and warmth. Cho threw a desolate look at her cold, dark walls. She hated sleeping anywhere except her own bed. But spending a sleepless night with a couple other magicians seemed at least marginally better to her than huddling here alone. In the cold. Tossing her hair, she raised her wand reluctantly once more.

To Obscurus Books it was. With a tiny pop, Cho appeared just inside the doorway of the store.