Kaylee Frye (rainbow_parasol) wrote in house_logs, @ 2012-12-11 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, kaylee frye, river tam |
Characters: Kaylee Frye & Open (or Narrative)
When: Wee hours of Tuesday Morning - pre-breakfast
Location: Kitchen
Warnings/Rating: None, mentions of Voldemort?
Summary: Kaylee has a nightmare featuring Lord Voldemort, so bakes as a distraction
Status: Open, On-going
The nightmare, sort of evolved from what had been a very normal dream, nothing particularly out of the ordinary, exploring the house, going through a door she hadn't seen before, one with a large silver serpent on it - the decoration took up a good portion of the dark green door. One particular corridor became endless, the lights dimmed. The eyes of ..whatever it was had stood out. Red, almost glowing with thin, slitted pupils like a snake's eyes. The monster had spoken in a cruel voice that Kaylee wouldn't soon forget; she was to be interrogated. He held a wand in his grip, only recognisable from what she'd seen on the train before - Voldemort wanted information; speaking of torture and a curse that would insure she told him what he wanted to know, that she would die screaming if she continued to refuse. Her cluelessness seemed to mean nothing at all. “Crucio!” The cold, high voice had caused a jet of red light to burst from the wand, directly at her and Kaylee woke with a start – only to find it had just been a nightmare. Rattled to the core and not so keen drift back to sleep and risk returning to the nightmare, it was the sudden quiet, the dark that made things a little worse, a little scarier. Kaylee's first thought'd been not to wake Simon, but she found herself wishing terribly that she had once she'd crept from the bed, pulled on a robe and was tip-toeing down the dark halls of the house. So, in her best effort to push the nightmare aware, her thoughts turned to happier things, lighter things – plans she wanted to see though for those nearest and dearest given the time of year. Christmas. Depended on the world you were on as to if it was celebrated or not. There were plenty of variations too ..little tweaks in traditions that were known only to that world. Depending on beliefs or religions, depending on climates, seasons and wealth. For Kaylee there'd been a family get together, gifts exchanged at the like – simple handmade things, clothes mostly but an event full of meaning and goodwill. In this tradition, Kaylee wanted to make something for Simon, River and Zoe. Trouble was here wasn't an abundance of things she thought suited them so well, but at least they weren't completely short of stuff to fashion into something gift-like. The beach had an array of seashells, she heard there might just be craft supplies – though that might've been nothing more than a memory from the train. Though she'd not really talked a lot about what were through the doors.. perhaps there'd be a way to bring a thing or two back if she dared venture through one? Just little gifts. Something to mark the occasion that was hopefully sentimental. Resigned to being up for the day she, thought she might put the kitchen to use before the breakfast prep began. Lily Evans, who didn't remember her or the train – at Kaylee's request she'd taught her an easy recipe for cookies, something that never went astray, even if she baked them purely as a comfort. Someone would eat them! Going to fetch the flour and sugar first, she was sure to keep the noise to a minimum whilst gathering what she needed to start baking. |