The first day after getting out of the lake Lily had been too shaken up for the extensive weirdness of her circumstances to sink in. It was hard not to think about spending the night in the bottom of the lake, and the hand-shaped bruise around her wrist reminded her of the moment her thoughts strayed too far.
Thankfully, there was always something to be done, and once she had orientated herself at the massive farmhouse, tending to the sodden mess that was her bag and its contents provided her with all the ample distraction a person could need.
Without her wand, Lily would have been somewhat more helpless, and it had been the first thing she checked for after getting out of the lake, between gulping down breaths of air. She felt the same sense of comfort as she did now, pulling it out of the pocket of her slacks as she sank to sit on the ground of one of the storage barns.
Reaching into her bag with a weary sigh Lily drew out the soggy hardcover copy of Wuthering Heights she had taken for the train ride from school. She was careful as she set it on the ground, and winced while lifting the cover to expose the flimsy, soaked, and already warping pages within. It was never going to go back to normal, she hoped the good bits could be salvaged.
With a swift, complicated motion a jet of hot air burst from the tip of Lily’s wand, allowing her to start the long, arduous process of seeing what she could save, working first on the book, before reaching back into the bag for another damp object to try and save.
2) IN THE GARDEN
This was more like it. She liked the garden, she liked the kale - even if she had no idea how to use it, she liked the way it felt just the slightest bit easier to breathe here. It was likely just the presence of old magic, coupled with the way a few plants always seemed to make the air a little sweeter, but she was grateful for it, whatever it was.
Not to mention those spells that hung around this place - however long ago they had been cast were intriguing, and Lily’s interest was all the more piqued when she discovered the rune that seemed to be close to the heart of the magical knot holding the garden’s hospitable nature together.
“Terrific,” she muttered absently, stooping low to study the rune closely before a sound nearby made her straighten up.
Squinting in the daylight she glanced around the perimeter of the garden, stopping when she spotted the other person. Without a moment’s hesitation, she walked towards them, smiling politely as she gave a little wave.
a smattering of starts, open to everyone
The first day after getting out of the lake Lily had been too shaken up for the extensive weirdness of her circumstances to sink in. It was hard not to think about spending the night in the bottom of the lake, and the hand-shaped bruise around her wrist reminded her of the moment her thoughts strayed too far.
Thankfully, there was always something to be done, and once she had orientated herself at the massive farmhouse, tending to the sodden mess that was her bag and its contents provided her with all the ample distraction a person could need.
Without her wand, Lily would have been somewhat more helpless, and it had been the first thing she checked for after getting out of the lake, between gulping down breaths of air. She felt the same sense of comfort as she did now, pulling it out of the pocket of her slacks as she sank to sit on the ground of one of the storage barns.
Reaching into her bag with a weary sigh Lily drew out the soggy hardcover copy of Wuthering Heights she had taken for the train ride from school. She was careful as she set it on the ground, and winced while lifting the cover to expose the flimsy, soaked, and already warping pages within. It was never going to go back to normal, she hoped the good bits could be salvaged.
With a swift, complicated motion a jet of hot air burst from the tip of Lily’s wand, allowing her to start the long, arduous process of seeing what she could save, working first on the book, before reaching back into the bag for another damp object to try and save.
2) IN THE GARDEN
This was more like it. She liked the garden, she liked the kale - even if she had no idea how to use it, she liked the way it felt just the slightest bit easier to breathe here. It was likely just the presence of old magic, coupled with the way a few plants always seemed to make the air a little sweeter, but she was grateful for it, whatever it was.
Not to mention those spells that hung around this place - however long ago they had been cast were intriguing, and Lily’s interest was all the more piqued when she discovered the rune that seemed to be close to the heart of the magical knot holding the garden’s hospitable nature together.
“Terrific,” she muttered absently, stooping low to study the rune closely before a sound nearby made her straighten up.
Squinting in the daylight she glanced around the perimeter of the garden, stopping when she spotted the other person. Without a moment’s hesitation, she walked towards them, smiling politely as she gave a little wave.
“Hello! Do you know what that rune’s all about?”