RP: Would You Light My Candle? Date: July 2, 2000 Characters: Harry Evans and Jude Laytner Location: Typical Bachelor Apartment Building Public/Private: Private Summary: The power is out and Jude needs a light Status: Incomplete
Jude was glad to be home, or what passed these days, at least there was enough deadbolts on the door that he felt like the world would stay out. He didn't have a TV, only a radio, although it picked up both regular and wizarding transmissions. Jude wasn't sure he gave a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut about the wizarding world. It hadn't done shit for him. But, here, in this place, he felt it was important to know what the party line was. Because he was in danger here. Even without having kidnapped Rosie from her pureblood mother. Tonight, though, he was just listening to some story program, radio drama, as he gave Rosie a bath in the sink. It was a tricky job, supporting her head with one hand, doing everything else with the other. He had just finished when the lights went out.
Like New York, London glowed in the dark, enough light coming in his window to fumble through getting hr dried off and a pair of jammies. But there was more to do tonight. He needed to wash his clothes, and Rosie's (in the tub, that was free), she would need another bottle before he put her down, he needed to clean his gun.
If this had been his place in New York, his real home, he would have had candles. He had a few just in general, and a dozen or so votives in jelly jars that he put out in the hall and down the stairs, so the other tenants could navigate. He hadn't thought about it here though. He didn't even have a flashlight or a goddamned cell phone to use, or an emergency glowstick. Nada.
"Well shit," He said looking at Rosie, who giggled and waved her hands and feet at him. "I guess we'd better go meet the neighbors... too bad I didn't bake a cake." Jude snorted and picked up his infant daughter. "And you without your party dress." He set her down in her makeshift crib, and retied the babysling across himself, then settled her in it against his chest. He had forgotten how dark it was going to be in the hallway.
"Well fuck me sideways," he muttered, with a shrug, he just felt along the wall until he felt another door, and knocked.