Abigail Potter is tied together with a smile (squibigail) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-09-14 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: knap: james potter, ch: squib: abigail potter, p: annalisa, p: rachael |
Who: Jamesknap and Abbybaby
When: After the second task!
Where: The Kitchens
What: Some alternate father/daughter time!
Rating: Loooow
As much as Abby hated being wet, she disliked the sensation of missing information. The last thing she remembered before breaking the water’s surface was Mr. Tau assuring her that her help would be greatly appreciated by those participating in the task. Lily had enveloped her in a series of lung-crushing hugs and had planted kisses all over her face once she was safely out of the water, but even the welcomed snuggles provided by her mum and dad couldn’t help shake the feeling that she was missing a large chunk of time between the events of the night before and being rescued. She liked being fully informed and put together, a state far from her current condition.
Once she had assured her parents and brothers that she was fine, Abby had excused herself to change. Teeth chattering and sodden clothes dripping, the young woman had scurried back to the castle. She clutched her towels close to her as she hesitated in the entryway, loathe to head down into the dark, damp dungeons of her house. She wanted to be warm, something she wasn’t quite sure she’d be able to ever feel again. So, she quickly darted towards the kitchens. The thought of roaring fires and cups of hot tea instantly started to de-thaw her frozen limbs, and by the time she entered the cavernous room she could practically taste the cup of black tea, steeped for four minutes, with a spoonful of sugar and seven grams of milk.
She passed a version of her parents as she made her way to the large brass kettle, and after yet another round of hugs from her mother, got to work preparing her cuppa. She measured out the exact amount of water before swinging the kettle over the roaring fire to start boiling. She busied herself locating the teabags and sugar as she waited, busying herself with a routine that was both familiar and something she had complete control over – two things she felt were missing from her life here at the compound.