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Ariana Isolde Marian Elizabeth Dumbledore (untamed_magic) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-09-18 02:52:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 09, ariana dumbledore, magius, sir didymus

RP: ... Saturday?
Characters: Ariana, Magius, Sir Didymus
Time/Date: later morning, September 18
Location: kitchen
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Business as usual
Status: Complete

The buzzing was back. Even before she opened her eyes, Ariana knew that her magic had been returned to her. She was disappointed at first; the quiet had been nice while it lasted. But then she remembered all the people who wanted to try to help her, and she felt a little better about it. Maybe they could make the magic be quiet, one way or another.

Or at least teach her to manage it so that she didn't hurt people.

Covering her mouth with both hands as she yawned, Ariana kicked off the covers before she trudged to the shower to help herself wake up.

Once she'd showered, dressed, and done her best to towel her hair dry and comb it out, she let herself out of the room. She realized she'd forgotten her Blackberry, then decided it didn't matter. She could come back and read it later. Reading it was hard, anyway, and she'd rather do it after breakfast than before.

She made her way down the hallway to the stairs, carefully stepping down them until she reached the kitchen. She stifled another yawn as she looked around for breakfast, making up a plate of it. Carrying it carefully to the table, she sat down and began to eat, listening to the sounds of the hotel and wondering if anyone knew who was missing. There'd probably been a list posted, but her device was up in her room. Maybe someone would come down who knew, and she could just ask them.

Maybe Magius or Severus would know; she could see about asking them. It would save her the trouble of trying to read the words.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-18 06:28 pm UTC (link)

Human food was not his normal fare. In fact, his father had once warned Didymus to stay far away from What Humans Ate. It was, he'd said, unnatural for a fox, and worse, it was demeaning to beg scraps from a human's table. But the aroma of this heavenly food known as 'bacon' proved too strong a pull, and Didymus found himself unconsciously steering Ambrosius toward the kitchen when he'd caught the scent.

The kibbles he'd found were filling, no doubt, but they could never take the place of fresh -- or even cooked -- meat. And so, he made his way into the kitchen, with a quiet, "Good day, milady," to the girl seated at the table, and continued on toward the stack of bacon piled onto a platter. Standing in the saddle, Didymus retrieved several slices -- four for himself, and four for Ambrosius. Then he laid them on a smaller platter, sat once more, and turned Ambrosius around, so that he could make his way to the table.

He set the platter on the table before dismounting, since it was easier to reach that way, and then climbed into a chair. The first slice was for his loyal steed, as a reward for bringing him to the kitchen and the bacon in the first place. Then he began to munch on another one for himself, turning to the fair maiden again with a smile, while Ambrosius gobbled his bacon from off the floor.

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untamed_magic
2010-09-18 06:37 pm UTC (link)

Ariana watched with unchecked interest as the little fox-man on the shaggy dog entered the kitchen. She continued to watch with her wide blue eyes as the man-fox went about getting himself breakfast and sat down to join her.

While she'd never seen anything like him before, she didn't seem at all surprised. She was fairly certain she'd caught glimpses of him around, and she'd seen in the network pictures that resembled him.

So she smiled in return. "Good morning," she greeted him quietly. "My name is Ariana," she offered, since she was apparently in a very sharing mood just then. But she had plans, you see. She was going to go find the men who'd promised to help her with her magic and see what she could learn from them now that her mind was buzzing once more.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-18 07:41 pm UTC (link)

"Well met, Lady Ariana," Didymus answered with another nod, once he'd swallowed. Before he could say more, however, Ambrosius laid his head across his lap with a pitiful whimper. "Mind thy manners, Ambrosius," he chided and set down the next strip of bacon. "I have taught the better than this."

Ambrosius turned with a whine and moved a few feet away from his chair once more but turned shortly and sat. "Very good," Didymus said then, and he tossed the old boy another strip of bacon, before turning his attention back the maid. "Sir Didymus of the Underground, at thy service, milady," he said, inclining his head to her.

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untamed_magic
2010-09-18 07:51 pm UTC (link)

She giggled a little at the dog's antics. She hadn't heard the dog speak yet, and wondered if he did. Dug did, though she knew that was only by virtue of his collar. So perhaps only collared dogs could speak, though she wondered what would happen if someone put Dug's collar on Ambrosius.

It was something interesting to consider. Would it even work? Or did it only work on Dug?

"It's very nice to meet you," she promptly replied. She wondered then if he was magical, then decided it might be rude to ask. After all, she might consider it rude if someone asked that if her when she wasn't overtly displaying it. Not that she did anymore, because she couldn't, but that was neither here nor there.

"Have you been here very long?"

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sir_didymus
2010-09-18 08:34 pm UTC (link)

"The pleasure is all mine, Lady Ariana," Didymus answered with a smile. Though he frowned ever so slightly when she asked how long he had been here. That was a good question, and he pulled his little box from out his doublet to see if he could recall the exact 'date' (because that was apparently how they reckoned time here).

Then he frowned worse. The box did not seem to be working properly, because it said the day was Saturday, and he could have sworn this was Tuesday. But he would uncover the root of that mystery later. "Almost a month," he finally answered, offering her something close to a smile, even if his bushy white eyebrows were still contracted at the mystery. "How long hast thou dwelt here?"

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untamed_magic
2010-09-18 08:47 pm UTC (link)

"About that long," she agreed with a slight nod. "I was here just before we were attacked. Lizzy and I hid in a room and one tried to get in, one of the bad things ... but she told it to go away and it did." Ariana realized that was mostly irrelevant to the question, but it had followed clearly enough in her mind.

She shrugged a little as she continued to pick lightly at her breakfast, swinging her legs slightly under the table, the toes of her shoes brushing against the floor. "I wish my brothers would be here," she admitted quietly. "But they're probably still all home, wondering where I am."

Which was a sad thought, though it made her wonder ... "Are there people where you're from missing you?" she inquired.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-18 09:00 pm UTC (link)

Bad things? Attack? The mere thought of something trying to attack this sweet maiden made his hackles rise, and Didymus almost bared his fangs in a growl -- until he realized it might frighten the maid. He did not want her to think he was about to bite.

Ambrosius whimpered again for another slice of bacon, and even though his steed had forgotten his manners again, Didymus tossed him one, rather have him than interrupt dear Ariana in her tale.

When she asked if anyone was missing him at home, he slumped and sighed. "The Lady Sarah," he answered, sounding more than a little defeated, unfortunately. "A fair maid a little older than thee, who most valiantly sought to confront the Goblin King. I ... was supposed to be there, in wait, shouldst she need me, but then -- I was brought here."

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untamed_magic
2010-09-18 09:23 pm UTC (link)

"Goblins?" Her head tipped to one side. "We have goblins, but they mostly work at the bank. Abe says they're stingy," she added, a little smile curving her features as she thought about her favorite brother, though it faded just as quickly when she recalled that he wasn't here, nor could she find a way home to him.

She'd be pleased to see Albus here, at this point.

"Maybe Sarah will come here," she offered, though she supposed no one should wish that on people they liked. "Or maybe they'll let you go home, someday." She was very optimistic, and she believed that someday this would be over and they'd be allowed home, but ... she was naive, sometimes.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-18 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Didymus, frankly, could not imagine goblins ever working in a bank. The goblins with which he was familiar were entirely too stupid for such a thing. In fact, the Goblin King -- who was not, it seemed, a real goblin -- was the only one with any wiles whatsoever. But he decided not to contradict the girl. After all, they came from different worlds, so it stood to reason that their respective experiences with goblins would differ, as well.

"'Twould be pleasant to see the maid again," Didymus admitted with a sigh, looking down at his half finished bacon and tossing Ambrosius another slice. If she had not already suffered a terrible fate at the hands of the Goblin King. But if she had, alas, there was nothing he could do about it from here.

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untamed_magic
2010-09-18 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Ari offered him a little smile before she ate a bit more of her breakfast. Her gaze slipped curiously to Ambrosius, and she studied the dog. She wondered where Didymus had gotten the dog, or if he'd always had him, and how he thought to ride a dog in the first place. Maybe it was natural for fox-men. Maybe they all did it where he came from.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters, and do they have dogs too?" she inquired after she'd swallowed, because it wasn't polite to speak with ones mouth full. Maybe it was a rude question though, but she didn't think so. It fell within the boundaries of polite, she was pretty sure.

Then she wondered if he even wanted to keep chatting with her, but ... well, he'd sat down so he'd at least wanted to start talking to her.

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sir_didymus
2010-09-19 12:22 am UTC (link)

"I, ah, did," Didymus answered, his expression, as well as his tail, drooping a bit at the question. "I had three brothers and two sisters, but none survived to see our second winter." So, naturally, they would not have had dogs of their own. But Lady Ariana could not have known, and he bore her no ill will for the query.

Still, he fell quiet then, munching on another slice of bacon, and reaching down to scratch Ambrosius behind the ears, when his steed once more laid his head in his lap. He could overlook the bad manners just this once. After all, Ambrosius only sought to comfort him.

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untamed_magic
2010-09-19 12:29 am UTC (link)

"Oh," she said softly. "I'm very sorry to hear that." She hesitated. "My father and my mother both passed away," she said as she glanced down at the table. She thought it best not to point out she'd been the one to kill her mother. It had been an accident, at any rate, though it made her a burden to her brothers, and disrupted their lives horribly. She hated that she'd done it, hated she couldn't control her magic. Hated that now that it was back, she might kill someone else, here.

She realized then she might have made him sad, and she frowned. If she was a proper witch, she could conjure a flower or make the salt-shakers dance or something to try to cheer him up, but she couldn't do that. It only served to increase her desire to learn proper magic from anyone and everyone who wanted to teach her.

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