op (maldito) wrote in repose, @ 2018-09-26 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, daniel webster, destiny sokol, newt penhaligon, patrick gunster |
Daniel's: Patrick G, Destiny S, Daniel W, & Newt P
Who: Patrick Gunster, Destiny Sokol, Daniel Webster, & Newt Penhaligon
What: dropping off Destiny
Where: Daniel's apartment above Webster's Vinyl
When: fuzzy; after this
Warnings/Rating: low
The Apparition took seconds. From the house lakeside, to inside Daniel's apartment above the vinyl store. From the stench of death, from the knowledge of a body moved and a place that needed returning to, to Daniel's cloistered apartment. Newt had one elbow through Destiny's and his hand in Patrick's, and, with a black compression and a dropping of the stomach, they arrived a bit noisily. Newt'd not changed obviously. Pale and straightfaced, he made certain Destiny'd not fallen over upon landing—those unused to this specific form of magical transportation often stumbled over. "Careful," was all he said in a near whisper. After that, Newt looked about the small space for Daniel and/or Mimi. Really, he thought this was a bad idea. Daniel'd claimed himself bedridden and unlikely to make it more than a handful of days, and if Newt'd thought perhaps Destiny's magic could sustain Daniel in some way, he knew now she lacked control in such a way that it'd be foolish to even attempt it. In a moment, with the tip of his wand offering a sprite of silver, he transfigured a loose piece of paper nearby into a plant pot. "Patrick, would you get us some greenery?" Having been in Daniel's space more than once—having cleaned it, I mean—Newt was comfortable within it enough to flick his wand in the direction of the kitchen and set some water to boiling in the kettle Daniel kept. It wasn't an auspicious start, but it was something. If nothing else, tea'd make Newt's English soul feel a little calmer. |