Verity Fitzgerald (veritaspersonae) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-10-04 16:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-10, c: leslie ollivander, c: verity fitzpatrick, type: thread |
WHO Leslie Ollivander & Verity Fitzpatrick
WHEN 4 October 2000 | backdated!
WHERE Ollivander's
RATING Med
Verity had spent most of yesterday down in the dugeon's with Lee. There were a few times that she was called for different tasks, more than she had been sicne she arrived, but there was no house elves now. She learned where the kitchen was and was forced to cook the meals. In her mind she pretended she was cooking for Lee rather than Rabastan and it worked as well as it could. She was sick that Lee was locked up and was determined to do something about it but she wouldn't let him be down there alone. A part of her was even glad he was there. They hadn't seen each other for a year and a half and here she was- spending a whole day together.
The dankness of the dungeon hadn't been good for her already smoke drenched lungs and her coughing had only gotten worse. When she woke that morning more than just her leg hurt. She felt down right ill. She'd risen before the sun though. She cooked a full english breakfast, leaving a plate for Rabastan before taking hers and Lee's down to the dungeon. Verity spent as much time with him as she could before she had to floo to work.
She was stressed and shakey, worried about Lee. Whenever something stressful happened she found her memory weaker than days before and while she knew Mr. Ollivander had wanted her to keep track of dates she wasn't sure which. She just only hoped she'd kept proper notes.
"Good Morning Mr. Ollivander," she greeted, trying to appear cheerful as she brushed the floo dust from her clothes. She couldn't hide the smells of dungeon or smoke though.