jonesy (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} gojonesyourself) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lockewood,@ 2009-07-29 03:14:00 |
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what. Hestia's exploring around Lockewood, getting a bearing on her surroundings
where. towards the park and Spin the Reels
when. Wednesday morning
rating / status. PG (really, language is about the worse thing) / INCOMPLETE
Hestia's first night in Lockewood had been interesting to be sure. She wasn't quite certain how she got here, or why, but she was here and so were several others from different times. She had already conversed with Severus and found out that he was thirty-eight years old now. Knowing that he had seen seventeen years more than she had was very surreal to Hestia. Her only consolation was Sirius; he was the only person here - so far - that she knew. There was no telling what was going on back home or in 1980, or whatever. Hestia's first day had ended in a headache, something she remedied with sleep.
When she awoke again in Lockewood, her headache was very faint and at the very least, she knew she wasn't dreaming. She found that along with her arrival, she was given the responsibility of a job - as a concessionist at a theatre, Spin the Reels. As far as she could tell, there was no point in arguing or fighting with this place. There was a set order of things, and she would have to follow it. At least until things became clearer.
First, Hestia decided she would get a feel for the village: she needed to know just where it was she was going to be working, and where everything else was. She pulled on a simple t-shirt and jeans for her exploration and couldn't quell the feelings of anxiety and excitement as she left the cottage. The time she had left had been a time of turmoil, where there was no certainties in who you trusted. She had no idea if this was all an elaborate scheme by Death Eaters, or if it was real, but if it was the latter, Hestia felt some form of relief of the reprieve.
She had been walking around for a good half hour, not really paying attention to where she was going - the cottages that aligned the street were rather quaint looking and she kept straining to peer through windows to see if she could see anyone that she recognised peering back - when she was greeted by a solid form in front of her. Letting out a shrill "oof," Hestia teetered backwards, where gravity decided to pull her down for a quick embrace.
"'Scuse me." She called up to the person standing before her, wincing slightly at her possibly bruised bum.