Jaime Davies (![]() ![]() @ 2012-02-28 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, jaime dorny, {john watson |
All the calendars
Characters: Jaime, John
When: Tuesday night
Location: Parlor car (#5)
Warnings/Rating: Her mouth, but otherwise none anticipated
Summary: Jaime charms calendars with an audience
Status: Private, ongoing (!dice)
Jaime had taken half of one of the bags of calendars. She'd initially raised protest that they hadn't needed so many, but a quick count of occupied (and presumably soon to be occupied) rooms reminded her that yeah, there was a need for that many. She also figured Lily had plans to roping Severus into helping out, and Jaime was still very interested in avoiding him. Things might be settled down, sure, but that didn't mean she trusted Severus and his wand anywhere near her. Though she had given some consideration to handing off Bellatrix's wand to him. She hated being without a spare, yes, but she couldn't shake the idea that Trixie's wand was going to spontaneously hex her in the middle of the night. She just ... didn't like the other witch's wand. At all. But that was neither here nor there. Jaime had a pile of calendars stacked beside her (she'd already picked out a moonscapes one for herself), and was working through charming the pages so they lined up appropriately. It was a simple charm, granted, but it was a little on the tedious side. She really did think about trying to find a moon chart, but she guessed adding on full, quarter, and new moons was ... beyond pointless. Even more pointless than dates and days. Humming faintly to herself, she flipped up the next page of a horse calendar, studying the picture briefly before tapping the tip of her wand to the page so the boxes would shift over. She tilted her head briefly, listening to the sounds of the train she could hear. She thought a lot of people would be out enjoying their last full day off the train; tomorrow was bound to be full of last minute 'oh shit forgot that' shopping trips and corralling everyone to make sure they were on board when the train left. The stop had been nice, and she had to admit she'd be sorry to see it end. Still, the train must go on -- or whatever. When she heard footsteps, she glanced toward the door but figured whoever it was would just be passing through, so she wasn't horribly concerned. |