Who: Colin Creevey and Lagertha. What: Running into each other Where: Their apartment 4-C When: Backdated to yesterday afternoon Warnings: None.
By the time that Draco and George had allowed Colin to take a shower and gave him the first decent meal he’d had in weeks, it was late. They’d spoken a lot, taught him about the things he’d need to know to live in the new, strange dimension before Draco walked him to the apartment he’d been living in. It was still strange to him, that someone he would have sworn was pure evil would be so nice to him. He’d even given Colin a bunch of snacks to hoard away in case he got hungry later.
The apartment had been dark when Colin crept in, but he found his room easily and laid down on the most comfortable bed he’d ever felt in his life. With ease, the teenager slept well into the afternoon. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well, he could barely remember his bed at home, or the one in the dorms, having become used to sharing the floor of his small tent with his brother.
Colin took his time taking yet another shower, revelling in the water that washed over him. He’d taken them for granted for his entire life. They were honestly wonderful things. He’d grabbed his camera and his wand and the cellphone that Draco promised would be his. He was going to explore the town and maybe see if George and Draco wanted to do something. Or he’d find Hermione.
Colin stopped short when he’d wandered out into the main rooms of the apartment and spotted a woman there. She was tall, and pretty, but fierce looking. He backed up to run away from her, back to his room to call for help but tripped over himself and landed on his bottom with a squeak and a thud.