Who: Evelyn Prewett and her nephew, Charlie Weasley. When: Oct 7th, morning. Where: Starts at Trickster's Paradise Gates. What: SHE'S HERE!!! Rating: PG. Her mouth isn't the cleanest. Status: Complete.
"You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met you. I picked you out I shook you up and turned you around, turned you into someone new....Don't don't you want me? You know I can't believe it you won't see me..." Evelyn bounced around her kitchen, dumping the empty mixing bowl in the sink. It was December of 1981 and Evelyn was singing her new favourite song. She was singing loud and not so very well, but she didn't care. "Don't you want me baby?! Don't you want me ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Evelyn flipped her hair around and started to dance very awkwardly in her own kitchen, keeping a keen eye on those cinnamon muffins. Evelyn had practically begged Molly for the recipe and she was now determined to make them perfect. Or at least try. It seemed any food Evelyn tried to cook, it'd end up overly done, black, and in the trash.
Still bouncing to the beat of the song, she bent down the check on the muffins. "Fuck...how long does it take for them to rise?" She had already asked Molly at what temperature the oven had to be, so asking her sister for how long it would take was asking too much. Evelyn gave a shrug. She was now starting to hum the song, tossing her head from side to side, giving the occasional "ohhhhhh" in the appropriate places of the song. The muffins weren't rising nearly as fast she thought they would. It might have been her day off, but she didn't mind bringing work home. Deciding she had enough time to hash out a rough draft, she headed upstairs to her room. "Don't you want me baby?!" Evelyn walked over to grab her leatherbound book, quill and ink. Most other reporters had the quik quill, the ones that wrote themselves. She hated those. Evelyn always found it less personal. Before she left her room, her ears perked up on a peculiar noise coming from her closet. Frowning, she set her book and quill down on the writing table, making her way over to the closet. Immediately upon opening the door to her closet, everything went black.
Panic started to set in. "What the fuck?!" She closed her eyes tight and opened them slowly as she could tell it was no longer dark anymore. Slowly, she opened one eye, then the other. It was bright, but bright outside. With trees, grass....Evelyn clutched her wand and began looking around, a large gate catching her eye. "Trickster's Paradise? A little lame..." Slowly a black figure with dark cold eyes moved towards her. Immediately, she started to back up, yet it came closer. Its hand outstretched with a letter, Evelyn snatched it and jumped as the figure disappeared. She read the letter carefully, mumbling to herself, "Again, welcome to Trickster's Paradise. I'm looking forward to all the fun we'll soon be having." She read the words again...the fun we'll soon be having. "Well so far...this isn't fucking fun." Despite her nerves and the fear of what she might find beyond the gates, Evelyn stuffed the letter into her back pocket and made her way through the iron gates of Trickster's Paradise.