Gwendolyn M. Urquhart (irkheart) wrote in posteritas_rpg, @ 2010-07-27 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gwendolyn urquhart, james potter |
Who: Gwen Urquhart & James Potter
What: Early morning talks due to the thunder
When: 28th September, 2022; early morning
Where: Gryffindor Common Room
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete // Closed
Gwen had been peacefully sleeping when a large rumble of thunder, followed by a sharp whip crack of lightening had pulled her from her slumber. The sound of the rain hitting the window sounded almost like somebody were throwing rocks at it as she sat up, a frown on her face. Rubbing the dredges of sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand, she sat and listened to the raging storm outside the tower. It didn’t sound as though it was letting up any time soon, which meant she wasn’t going back to sleep for a while. Once roused, it took her a long time to drift back off and that would be near impossible with the noise. For the first time in days, she was actually sleeping peacefully. She figured that exhaustion had finally gotten to her which, coupled with the last of the dreamless sleep potion sent to her by James, made for a relatively easy slumber. Until now, that was.
Collapsing back on her pillow and closing her eyes, Gwen sighed as she continued to listen to the storm. She did this for a few minutes until she began to grow restless, unable to simply lay there. Kicking her bedcovers off before opening her hangings, Gwen slowly slid out of bed and stretched. Everybody else’s bed hangings were still closed, the dorm silent save the sound coming in from outside. After blindly searching for her hoodie for a moment, Gwen found her wand and muttered "Lumos!" Light radiated from the tip of her wand and she found her jumper, pulling it on and grabbing one of the books from her trunk before heading for the door. Sure that the common room would be deserted, she began her descent down the stairs. Her bare feet made no noise on the stone, but as soon as she reached the bottom, she heard crackling that was not the lighting outside. Looking up curiously, she noticed that the fire was still lit in the grate.
Thunderstorms weren’t everybody’s cup of tea, she knew that. It was completely normal for people to get freaked out by them. Gwen suspected that the person or people who would be sitting by the fire would be first years, or perhaps a particularly nervous second year. She wasn’t expecting it to be somebody she knew. Frown lines of confusion formed on her face as she rounded the sofa, taking a seat and looking at the person occupying the armchair nearest to her.
"James?"