Lisa Turpin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bookshop_mama) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Lisa had left the book club to the very efficient Mrs. Kettlering, and all but dragged Christopher down the block to Finnigans. She'd heard about the chess night last minute, and while she wasn't a fan Christopher had been something of a fanatic back in San Francisco. He and his grandfather had spent hours at the board, and even joined on-line tournaments. She thought that Wizarding chess might be just the thing to keep him occupied of an evening, but he needed someone with more skill than her to compete against.
She was not, however, expecting the almost life-sized chess boards and pieces. Christopher looked around the room with wide eyes, and then all but shouted, "Wow, this is so cool Mom! Look, it's as big as me!" He ran to one of the boards, and yes he was just about level with the tallest piece.
Remembering just how Wizard chess worked, she pulled him back. Outloud she wondered to no one in particular, "Is there a Healer on duty?" She kept one hand on Christopher's shoulder, and felt him vibrating with excitement. Maybe she should have thought this through a little more.