RP: Siddles is out and about Who: Sid and OPEN When: 9am Saturday morning, 25th March 2009 Where: Sweet Nothings What: Sid's sitting outside. Warnings: Theft? Language, maybe?
He'd woken up late. He'd done his best with the caravan. He'd transfigured the charred remains of the walls into something more solid and had done his best to expand the interior, too. He'd managed to resurrect the kitchen and bed, even the little seating area inside. There was a sink, too, and the smallest shower he'd ever encountered, though he'd not managed to fix the water yet. It wasn't much. It still looked quite black in places and he wasn't sure it wouldn't fall down on him in the night, but for the first time in years, Sid had slept under a roof that didn't belong to a friend.
It was a nice day, though. The sun was out and shining. Rather than go out looking for food, he'd decided to take a walk into town and found himself in Diagon Alley, though that was hardly a surprise. He sat down outside and tilted his head up to the sun, feeling the warmth on his eyelids. Seeing it, too, in red. It was peaceful and in a minute he'd be moved on for not buying something, but he couldn't help that. For now, he'd enjoy the sunlight, then he'd go and find some food.