Charlus Potter (chipperchuck) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-04-30 22:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, ch: can: charlus potter, ch: can: harry potter, ch: swap: hannah potter, p: abby, p: annalisa, p: serena |
Who: Charlus Pottercan, Harry Pottercan, Hannah Potterswap
What: Making brooms & bonding
Where: The Courtyard
When: Backdated to 29th, nighttime
Warnings: Caution: splinters.
Status: Incomplete
Charlus had always been a glass half-full kind of guy. It was difficult for him now, sitting in the artificial grass in the courtyard with a length of good quality wood in his hands, to keep things in perspective. This moment was a perfect one, and he found it altogether too easy to concentrate on the perks of this strange institution than to keep the negative things in permanence in his mind. It seemed a million years ago that they were in Salem, when he saw his beloved family members killed before his very eyes. How could that be real when he had joined these very same people for a picnic earlier that day? Everyone was back, no one had remained dead, and while this world was more than a little strange, Charlus felt calm. He didn't think he would go back to his old life, given the chance. The reason seemed concrete in his mind - back where he came from, their family was small. Here it was so sprawling and large that he could hardly look left or right without seeing someone who he was related to in some shape or form. He and Dor had struggled for so long to conceive that it seemed nearly impossible, but here he had proof. Here, he had family. He didn't want that to end. Charlus whistled under his breath tunelessly while he lifted strips of wood from the piece in front of him, transforming the twisted branch into a smooth handle. It would take more time and magic than usual without his workshop, but as far as Charlus could tell, time was one thing he had in abundance. Time, and eager apprentices. |