Lily Luna Potter (the_lily_luna) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-02-19 20:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, lily luna potter, {dalek |
This wasn't good
Characters: Lily Luna, Dalek
When: Sunday afternoon
Location: starting in car #8 and moving
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Lily Luna arrives and is somewhat less than impressed
Status: Match-up, ongoing
She knew she had the blasted skirt somewhere. She didn't think it was in the wash, because she thought the wash was done. There was a very real chance it had been at some point crumpled and kicked under her bed in one of her hasty bouts of room 'cleaning' -- which mostly consisted of ensuring her floor was tidy enough to pass her mother's visual inspection. She reasoned if she didn't find it in this drawer, she'd go under her bed. The fact that she could just accio it to herself didn't exactly cross her mind -- and besides that, it felt like cheating. Somehow. "Oh sod it," she muttered as she closed the drawer. Picking her robes up off the floor, she started toward her bed -- which very suddenly wasn't there. She paused mid-stride and glanced over her shoulder, her brow furrowing. There was a bed there, but it wasn't hers. This didn't bode well, at all. "James Sirius Potter whatever you've done this time, I'm telling!" She announced to the apparently empty room. Of course it was Jamie. Who else would do this? She was curious how he'd managed it without her noticing anything. Her brow furrowed slightly as she slipped her wand out, slinging her robes over one shoulder. She kicked the bed before she frowned. Well, it felt solid, so that sort of ruled out any sort of illusion charms. He couldn't have transfigured her entire room (could he have?), but ... what else? Maybe Albeverus had helped, but she couldn't really see that. Moving to the door, she opened it and frowned. She'd been half-expecting to see the hallway of the house, but ... it wasn't. It was some narrow corridor, like a ... train. Not the Hogwarts Express though. Her frown deepened as she inched along the corridor, contemplating her options. Generally, at home, she'd just ... scream. She'd learned very early on that shrieks executed at elevated volume brought assistance. Her parents, when she was younger, and then her brothers. Somehow though, she had the idea that shrieking on a train in who-knew-where wasn't going to be the best course of action ... so she continued to prowl the corridor slowly, waiting to see what awaited her here while at the same time trying to figure out what could have possibly caused it. |