Sebastian Black is the other Black (stolenmagic) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-03-09 15:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1943-03] march, sebastian black |
WHO: Sebastian Black
WHERE: Wherever it is they do laundry.
WHAT: Sebastian's doing laundry. Something happens.
WHEN: 9 March, 1943
STATUS / RATING: Complete / G
Despite what he’d said to Winnie, Sebastian was not really enamoured with laundry. Not that he was a stranger to having to do work, that wasn’t the issue. He helped out on the farm all the time when he was home, milking Daisy and Delilah, mucking out the stalls, cleaning the house...all of it. He didn’t have much experience with laundry though. His mum did all of that. So he definitely felt a little at odds with it. He actually would have felt better off if he’d just been on cleaning duty. He could polish floors and clean things up. That wasn’t hard. A little annoying, maybe, but those were things he felt comfortable with. Cooking would have been a disaster though. There was okay things about it though. He liked some of the people who were also on laundry duty. Like Winnie. Which almost made up for the fact that Walburga Black was there and Sebastian often worried that her stare could kill. That was a thing, right? Surely there were some things that could kill with a glance. And if anyone could, he was pretty sure it would be Walburga. So Sebastian tried to stay as far away from her as possible, and trying to think of how this could be fun. But it wasn’t really fun. He hadn’t even found anything interesting in someone’s pockets the way Winnie had! Not that he’d take anything, but that would at least bring some interest-- Oh! Maybe he thought too soon. There was something shiny in the bottom of the wash, and Sebastian considered it for a moment before leaning down and reaching in. He wasn’t quite sure what happened after that. Somehow he lost his balance, or maybe he was pushed (he wouldn’t put it past some of the people around), but the next thing he knew he was face first in water and clothes and struggling to get out. And then he drowned. Well, not really, but it felt like it when he pulled himself up, coughing and sputtering. He didn’t even notice that he was covered in clothing at first, more concerned with breathing. But eventually, Sebastian noticed the underwear around his neck, Myrtle’s name there, practically flashing at him. He froze for a moment before the horror, embarrassment, and disgust hit him in full force. With a frantic yell, Sebastian flailed about, throwing Myrtle’s things as far away from him as he could before falling right back into the wash with a loud splash. |