Who: Lisa and Spike What: Lisa comes over to his crypt to keep him company When: Tuesday night Where: Spike's crypt Rating/Warnings: Medium, mentions blood in a way that may squick some. Status: Incomplete
Lisa was not afraid of blood. She didn't want to see gore but she had a logical mind that refused to see blood or other bodily fluids as anything to get grossed out about. She had donated blood before, even, but doing this herself turned out to be... rather messy. The weetabix was found and so was a thing muggles used to store their fresh foods called "Tupperware" and Lisa holed herself into her bathroom to do the actual donation process. The charm was easy enough, a simple charm she used to make from her wand an invisible, sharp tip that could be used in domestic cooking or for sewing. She figured out how much she could let go before it was too much and then she would use a simple healing charm on the small incision on her wrist.
But somehow she got blood on the floor and nearly dropped the whole container when she filled it and then she about got it all over her skirt when the healing charm didn't stick the first time. And then came the part she had been expecting, her being a bit woozy from the whole ordeal. Lisa sat in the bathroom for ten minutes and nibbled on some of the weetabix before she felt well enough to bother apparating.
With the closed Tupperware container of her fresh blood and a box of weetabix stacked on top she appeared a few feet from where Spike's Crypt was and she walked the rest of the way though slowly so she didn't feel too out of it. Slow or not, by the time she rapped her knuckles on the stone work she had to lean heavily against it because the apparation hadn't sat well with her after letting that much blood, even if it wasn't even a whole pint.