Tracey Davis (lacedtrace) wrote in pandorarpg, @ 2012-01-26 16:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, ^date: november 13 2003, character: tracey davis, character: zacharias smith |
Who: Tracey Davis and OPEN
What: Checking In
Where: Diagon Alley/Outside Tracey's flat
When: 12pm Nov. 13
Rating: PG
It was hard to believe it hadn't even been a week yet. Last Saturday, her brother had been killed. She kept waking up every morning hoping it wasn't true. That there had been some kind of mistake, and it was a terrible nightmare like everyone else was having. But then she'd wake up in the spare room at Theodore's house, and she'd be reminded that it was all real.
Tracey had only stayed one day at the hospital, and Theodore had been good enough to take her in. She didn't feel safe going back to her own flat and she had no desire to go home with her mother. The only time she went to see her mother was for John's funeral earlier in the week. That had been the last time she'd left the house. Tracey had cut herself off from everyone except Theodore, and she hadn't wanted to deal with it.
That was until she started getting owls from work reminding her that she only had the weekend left of her break before she had to come back. Maybe the her bosses at the Prophet would have been more sympathetic, if there was less turmoil going on in the Wizarding World. When she'd heard about the living-inferi, it was enough for Tracey to wake herself up and deal with the harsh reality. As much as Tracey appreciated what Theodore was doing for her, she needed to go back to London. She needed to check out her flat, and make sure it was still there after the creature attack yesterday.
Tracey had apparated into London, before going into Diagon Alley. Tracey barely even looked like herself. Her hair was a little unruly today, and Tracey hadn't even bothered with makeup. She wasn't in her usually stylish attire, something something comfortable to cover up. She looked around at some the damage still there and made her way through the alley, her hand firmly on her wand in her pocket. The last time she'd been here.... was last weekend. She'd been leaving the Leaky Cauldron. Tracey was watching everything as she walked down the street in the direction of her flat. She wasn't going to let anyone sneak up on her today.