Piper Halliwell (![]() ![]() @ 2012-04-03 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, lily luna potter, piper halliwell |
Characters: Piper Halliwell and Lily Luna
When: Late Tuesday Morning
Location: The observation car.
Warnings/Rating: None that I can think of just plenty of amusement but will change this if anything changes.
Summary: Piper is drunk off that damn euphoria pheromone.
Status: Closed, plot, and complete.
Piper was starting to feel a tiny bit better about the train even more so now that she was back to doing something she loved. The whole working in the back kitchen made her feel more at home because she enjoyed cooking. Yes, it was for more people, but that didn’t matter to her. Best thing right now was that she had her own room for the time being, hoping it would stay that way for a bit before the train decided to give her another roomate. At her age, she felt she was a bit too old for the whole roommate thing. With no roommate she could spend more time in her room without worry about the woman showing up, but even though she had the room to herself she felt like finding somewhere else to hang out. Grabbing a pad of paper along with a pen she was setting on a goal to try and come up with a spell to maybe get her the hell out of here. Piper may have been adjusting slowly, but she wanted to get home to her son and her sisters. Bad enough her husband, ex, or whatever he was right now wasn’t around so she wanted to watch her baby grow up. Leaving the room in jeans without a care how hot it was on the outside and a top she found in the front she headed towards the front of the train to the observation car. Maybe she could lose herself in thought to figure out a spell to get herself home if that was even possible. People were saying it really wasn’t but were they assuming or had they tried? Piper was determined to try with hope for her to find herself at home and this was just a bad nightmare. Taking a seat in the back of the car by herself she opened the pad of paper, chewing on the end of her pen in thought. Normally the spell writing came easy for her, but she found herself amused with watching her feet as she bounced them a little. Sitting back she pulled her legs up on the chair with her and had her feet do a little dance without much real thought about the spell she had been trying to write. It was like she was a little kid who found her feet to be the most interesting thing in the world. Off in her own thoughts regarding her feet, she didn’t even hear anyone else come in or anything. |