vieve. (vieveramsey) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-22 10:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !grabme, 1999 january, charlie weasley, genevieve ramsey |
Who: Vieve & (Grab!me) Charlie
When: Friday evening.
Where: Great hall.
Rating: Low, probably.
Status: In progress.
There was something hollowing about the quiet school that always made Vieve just a little bit uncomfortable. It was entirely possible why she was always quick to be out on rounds, or offer more classes for magic-less self defence or hand-to-hand combat than she likely needed to. How professors had tolerated it, she would never know. Perhaps it was the lack of the building exploding and death that made it easer? Probably. Having just come in from the snow, there was a chill through her that wouldn't dissipate quickly. Even in the warmer environment of the castle, she still wrapped her jacket tightly around her as she made her way down to the great hall. There was one good thing in the castle that Vieve could never get enough of. The thought of Charlie tugged her lips upwards into a smile. It usually did. "Hey you," she said, stepping into the empty hall. Her arms stayed tight around her torso as she made her way further into the room, avoiding the imaginary piles she still saw plain as day. Gabe's body near the entrance, Reese's just metres from where Charlie and Verity were pulled from the rubble. She stepped around them, avoided them, like they were very much still there and refused to look down -- like the empty space that had replaced them would have hurt her worse. "It's looking brilliant in here. Think anyone will be able to tell when this is all done?" |