|Jasmine King (morta) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,|
@ 2021-03-09 15:52:00
|Entry tags:||character: harry potter, unused: glenda chittock|
RP: Glenda's arrival
Who: Glenda Chittock & Harry Potter
When: 10pm, March 9th
Where: The Grand Staircase
What: Glenda had been expecting another dull club gig. Instead, she got time travel.
Glenda could not count how many times a week she was invited to some new band's initial gig at some hole-in-the-wall club. Wizarding clubs were usually interesting in their secrecy but lately, it was wearing on her. There was nothing standing out. Besides, she had more important things to be working on - the music festival was so close to being in full swing. Acts still needed to be confirmed. The venue had been decided upon but they had to make sure there was enough seating and everything. So really, going out was just an inconvenience but she was Glenda and she had to make an appearance.
So she had gotten dressed up and had bustled around her apartment for a little bit. She'd had a sandwich because no doubt the venue was going to have shitty food as per usual or some weird-ass wizarding thing she'd never acquired the taste for (especially the floral ice creams. Fucking weird). Eventually, though, there was only so long she could linger before actually had to leave. One long look at her flat and the desperate desire to just crash on the couch and she slipped out of her door...
... and on to a very familiar stone staircase. She hadn't touched anything so there couldn't be a portkey involved and you couldn't Dis/Apparate in and out of Hogwarts. Everyone knew that. Besides, she hadn't felt that pull. So it was probably the loudest, "What the everloving motherfucking Hell?" that Hogwarts had ever heard (at least to her knowledge) that echoed off the stone. Maybe she'd had some bad ham. Maybe it was a hallucination. Could ham do that? She was starting down the stairs, the sound of her heels echoing off the walls.