RP: It's Been a While
Date: November 25, 2004
Characters: Ron and Bill Weasley (Hermione and Harry may drop in)
Location: 33 Alpha Ln
Status: Private-ish
Summary: It's been seven years since Bill has seen his baby brother.
Completion: Complete
The walk to Ron's home was short, only about ten minutes, so Bill felt no need to Apparate. The weather was a bit damp, but the sun was struggling to make an appearance and the temperatures were cool but not cold. The shoulder Ginny healed felt almost as if he hadn't done anything to it. Despite that though it still twinged a bit given the damp and he suspected that he'd just added onto an already very long list of twinges and aches he'd gotten from previous full moons.
Shoving that thought out of his mind, he turned down Alpha way, his hand in his jeans pockets while he ambled down the lane and turned onto the front walkway of 33 Alpha Lane. Immediately he felt the tingle of the strong wards placed on the walkway. Automatically his mind began to assess and distinguish which ones had been placed. Hmm, pretty standard, he thought. Though strong enough to repel an intruder. Very nicely done.
He walked down the front walk, but slowed the closer he got to the house. Curiously sensing more than just standard wards, which when he thought about who was living there he thought was odd, he paused and reached out a hand beyond the walkway. Instantly a whole new set of wards on top of the ones placed on the walkway leapt to the fore. "Very interesting," he murmured. He pulled the magic toward him, or tried to anyway, to get a closer feel, but there were hybrids interlaced with some pretty wicked wards he hadn't sensed since his training. Now that felt more like Hermione, he thought with a grin.
The surprises never ceased. There was yet a third set of wards on the house itself, covering the door and windows. The layering was maginificent, the interplay between the wards was impressive. There were two or three wards he distinguished that should've blown the house apart repelling each other but they hadn't. He had to talk to Hermione about that.
It all made him miss the good old days of curse breaking in Egypt. He missed the desert, the musty tombs, the sand storms, even the stupid camels who never failed to spit at or on him. He wondered how rusty his Egyptian Arabic was and how fast he could translate hieroglyphs, hieratic, demotic and Ancient Greek now, seven years removed. He'd never even bothered with learning Coptic since the written language was so similar to Ancient Greek. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, he recited while knocking on the door.
Characters: Ron and Bill Weasley (Hermione and Harry may drop in)
Location: 33 Alpha Ln
Status: Private-ish
Summary: It's been seven years since Bill has seen his baby brother.
Completion: Complete
The walk to Ron's home was short, only about ten minutes, so Bill felt no need to Apparate. The weather was a bit damp, but the sun was struggling to make an appearance and the temperatures were cool but not cold. The shoulder Ginny healed felt almost as if he hadn't done anything to it. Despite that though it still twinged a bit given the damp and he suspected that he'd just added onto an already very long list of twinges and aches he'd gotten from previous full moons.
Shoving that thought out of his mind, he turned down Alpha way, his hand in his jeans pockets while he ambled down the lane and turned onto the front walkway of 33 Alpha Lane. Immediately he felt the tingle of the strong wards placed on the walkway. Automatically his mind began to assess and distinguish which ones had been placed. Hmm, pretty standard, he thought. Though strong enough to repel an intruder. Very nicely done.
He walked down the front walk, but slowed the closer he got to the house. Curiously sensing more than just standard wards, which when he thought about who was living there he thought was odd, he paused and reached out a hand beyond the walkway. Instantly a whole new set of wards on top of the ones placed on the walkway leapt to the fore. "Very interesting," he murmured. He pulled the magic toward him, or tried to anyway, to get a closer feel, but there were hybrids interlaced with some pretty wicked wards he hadn't sensed since his training. Now that felt more like Hermione, he thought with a grin.
The surprises never ceased. There was yet a third set of wards on the house itself, covering the door and windows. The layering was maginificent, the interplay between the wards was impressive. There were two or three wards he distinguished that should've blown the house apart repelling each other but they hadn't. He had to talk to Hermione about that.
It all made him miss the good old days of curse breaking in Egypt. He missed the desert, the musty tombs, the sand storms, even the stupid camels who never failed to spit at or on him. He wondered how rusty his Egyptian Arabic was and how fast he could translate hieroglyphs, hieratic, demotic and Ancient Greek now, seven years removed. He'd never even bothered with learning Coptic since the written language was so similar to Ancient Greek. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, he recited while knocking on the door.