RP: Going for a run.
Date: 14 March, 1999
Characters: Verity Jackson, Angelina Johnson
Location: Hawthorne Park, Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Verity tries to clear her head
Completion: Complete
The morning had brought a mild day, sunny and for a change on her off-day, no rain. She'd walked for a while in Hawthorne Park, a bacon and tomato sandwich in one hand and a book in the other, then headed for the Magical Diversity office.
Merlin. A flurry of activity had greeted her. The usual mailings to prepare, accompanied by a buzz about Saturday's Benefit, chatter about dates and hairstyles and dress robes... Verity had listened to it all with a faint smile on her face. Everything sounded so lovely, their dresses things sounded so posh. And dates? She'd not even considered asking anyone, knowing that she'd be working at least part of the evening, although Fleur had assured her that there would be plenty of time leftover for dancing.
She'd worked absently on anything anyone passed her; neat stacks of mailings for families grew around her as she daydreamed about the dancing, and when the other girls began to gather things together, she got ready to leave as well.
Headed home for lunch. Well, whatever you called it when you were eating at three... The rest of the bacon and tomato, folded into a piece of fresh oat bread.
And now, restless, she paced the flat. Looked at the dress hanging on the wardrobe door. A simple sheath, bright blue and rather plain. Well, had been, before she'd got creative with it. Hopefully it would be okay... A hooded sweatshirt hung on the wardrobe knob, and she picked it up, then smiled. A run might relieve her restlessness, and if nothing else, would give her something to do.
What a good idea, she thought, putting one foot onto a bench and stretching with a soft sound of pleasure. The walk to the park had warmed her up, and she spent a few minutes stretching before taking off around the path. Gravel crunched under her trainers as she ran, the perfect mindless rhythm to accompany her thoughts.
This was the third morning in a row she'd woke with a smile on her face, burrowed into the warmth of her bed, the thoughts of a nearly-kiss confusing, but pleasant. Well, we've only just met, really. Shared a pizza. Danced a couple times. She approached a fork in the path, and took the right-hand trail. But he's sweet. And handsome. And funny...don't forget funny.
The flat trail became rougher, down a bit, then an incline, and she concentrated on her breathing for a moment. She made it to the top as the trail emerged from the more isolated area into the central part of the park again. Might take the left bit next time, she thought, wiping at her forehead with the back of one hand. Verity glanced back over her shoulder, then let her mind drift to thoughts of Seamus again, accompanied by the crunch of her trainers along the path.
Characters: Verity Jackson, Angelina Johnson
Location: Hawthorne Park, Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Verity tries to clear her head
Completion: Complete
The morning had brought a mild day, sunny and for a change on her off-day, no rain. She'd walked for a while in Hawthorne Park, a bacon and tomato sandwich in one hand and a book in the other, then headed for the Magical Diversity office.
Merlin. A flurry of activity had greeted her. The usual mailings to prepare, accompanied by a buzz about Saturday's Benefit, chatter about dates and hairstyles and dress robes... Verity had listened to it all with a faint smile on her face. Everything sounded so lovely, their dresses things sounded so posh. And dates? She'd not even considered asking anyone, knowing that she'd be working at least part of the evening, although Fleur had assured her that there would be plenty of time leftover for dancing.
She'd worked absently on anything anyone passed her; neat stacks of mailings for families grew around her as she daydreamed about the dancing, and when the other girls began to gather things together, she got ready to leave as well.
Headed home for lunch. Well, whatever you called it when you were eating at three... The rest of the bacon and tomato, folded into a piece of fresh oat bread.
And now, restless, she paced the flat. Looked at the dress hanging on the wardrobe door. A simple sheath, bright blue and rather plain. Well, had been, before she'd got creative with it. Hopefully it would be okay... A hooded sweatshirt hung on the wardrobe knob, and she picked it up, then smiled. A run might relieve her restlessness, and if nothing else, would give her something to do.
What a good idea, she thought, putting one foot onto a bench and stretching with a soft sound of pleasure. The walk to the park had warmed her up, and she spent a few minutes stretching before taking off around the path. Gravel crunched under her trainers as she ran, the perfect mindless rhythm to accompany her thoughts.
This was the third morning in a row she'd woke with a smile on her face, burrowed into the warmth of her bed, the thoughts of a nearly-kiss confusing, but pleasant. Well, we've only just met, really. Shared a pizza. Danced a couple times. She approached a fork in the path, and took the right-hand trail. But he's sweet. And handsome. And funny...don't forget funny.
The flat trail became rougher, down a bit, then an incline, and she concentrated on her breathing for a moment. She made it to the top as the trail emerged from the more isolated area into the central part of the park again. Might take the left bit next time, she thought, wiping at her forehead with the back of one hand. Verity glanced back over her shoulder, then let her mind drift to thoughts of Seamus again, accompanied by the crunch of her trainers along the path.