Kaitlin Summerby & Graham Montague 18th June 2020 | Seashell Plot open to anyone she knows
RATING TBD | Likely no warnings
After putting so much time and energy into the wine gala, it was nice to have a little down time to relax. The past several weeks had been a lot of overtime, a lot of scrambling to adapt to last minute changes and coordinating with donors and just making sure everything would go off without a hitch. The gala was such a big and important event and it had been a lot of mad hours, giving up sleep and any semblance of a social life to make sure it went well.
It had gone well – very well – and now that she could properly breathe again, Kaitlin was treating herself to a leisurely walk. It wasn't the sort of thing she did all that often, but today being alone with nature and her thoughts seemed to be exactly what she needed.
Spotting a pretty shell on the ground, Kaitlin smiled and crouched down to get a closer look. As she touched the smooth surface of the shell, a peculiar feeling settled over her and suddenly she found herself, well, inside the very shell she'd been touching a moment ago. Bloody Cuaditch. This certainly wasn't what she had in mind for her day.
It wasn't until she turned to examine her surroundings further that she realized she wasn't alone.