Astoria Greengrass (foxtoria) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-04-03 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: astoria higgs, char: blaise zabini, location: other, time: 2009 04 |
RP: Animagi Coping Skills
Who: Blaise Zabini and Astoria Greengrass
When: Monday, April 3, Night
Where: Coed y Brenin Forest Park
What: Blaise and Astoria have an animagus "date"
Warnings: TBD
Astoria was deeply concerned about Blaise. His messages had been so tense, so terse, and she had no idea what was going on with him. She didn't expect him to open up in messages, however, but the way he'd requested this outing clued her into to the fact that there was definitely something serious going on. And she would be there for him, whether he wanted to talk about it or not. Because, platonic though it might be, she did love him dearly.
And so, after his last message confirming the suggested time would work for him, she went to shower and get ready for the outing. Once she was dressed in a simple wrap dress, she pulled out her very unique bag she had specifically for this events. It was spelled to be bigger on the inside (as many were), weightless, but the key of it was that it had a chameleon charm attached to it so that the bag would blend in to whatever environment they were in. The last thing she needed was some wayward Muggle coming upon her bag and taking it to turn in to whatever Muggle authorities there were.
In the bag, she placed a towel, a change of clothes and shoes, a blanket, pillow, one of her violins safely tucked away in a case, which went nearly everywhere with her, and a variety of snacks and drinks. She'd discovered that she could never quite predict where these adventures would take them, so she figured it was better to be over-prepared than under. That done, she checked the clock and, noticing she still had a quarter hour, decided to go ahead and apparate now.
So she did, wand in hand. It was a place they'd gone to many times in the past, well off any approved trails, and they had a designated meeting spot, which helped when arriving separately. Ducking behind a tree, she slipped out of her dress, folding it neatly and tucking it and her wand in her bag and then hanging the bag on a branch so that it hovered just in front of the tree trunk. Feeling far too exposed in her nudity despite the lack of company, she quickly transformed into her animagus form, an arctic fox, embracing the simpler emotions she felt in this form.