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westwhere2021-06-05 11:11 am
royal_venant) wrote in westwhere2021-06-05 11:11 am
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Who: Regulus Black and YOU
What: Catch all, we’ll see where this goes
When: Early June
Where: Wherever Regulus goes
Warnings: None at the moment, but individual threads will include warnings if necessary
[OOC: Individual thread starts for various other threading ideas will be in the comments, if you have an idea for a thread other than the options presented, hmu on plurk or PM to plot.]
Exploring the farmhouse
On one hand, Regulus was grateful to have been rescued from those forest people who’d restricted his movements quite a bit. On the other, they had fed him and given him shelter, and the freedom and what was on the other outside their dwellings wasn’t impressing him much.
A decrepit farmhouse full of rat droppings wouldn’t impress anyone, in Regulus’ opinion.
He found the garden and the study the most interesting parts of the farmhouse, the places he liked the most.
The garden, for the enchantment placed around it to grow the plants. The plants themselves were uninteresting, but the magic around them was interesting. He could read some of them – earth, (wo)man, sun/time, growth, but he had absolutely no intention of touching them, he was smarter about magic than that. But this was a place where magic existed and that was comforting.
The study was interesting for the books, more specifically, the astronomy books. One look at the stars at night and he knew he was not on earth anymore. Where was he specifically? He had no idea. But though he couldn’t read the language used in the books, he recognized the star charts and could now easily pick out the different constellations. It was a puzzle for him to mull over in his copious amounts of spare time.
Visiting the lake
There was nothing unusual about the lake, and this disappointed Regulus. For a week, he’d watched the forest people shout angrily at it and spit at it, and when he’d tried to sate his curiosity as to why, they would just get fluster and shuffle him away from any direct line of sight of the lake.
Clearly that meant that something was hokey about this particular body of half-frozen water.
But it was just a lake.
However, now that Regulus had moved to the farmhouse and his movements were no longer restricted by the forest people, Regulus found himself coming here, standing on the shore or walking along the edge, again and again, like there was a mystery to unravel. He knew the forest people wouldn’t be forthcoming about their secrets, but maybe if he studied the lake, he’d figure something out.
What: Catch all, we’ll see where this goes
When: Early June
Where: Wherever Regulus goes
Warnings: None at the moment, but individual threads will include warnings if necessary
[OOC: Individual thread starts for various other threading ideas will be in the comments, if you have an idea for a thread other than the options presented, hmu on plurk or PM to plot.]
Exploring the farmhouse
On one hand, Regulus was grateful to have been rescued from those forest people who’d restricted his movements quite a bit. On the other, they had fed him and given him shelter, and the freedom and what was on the other outside their dwellings wasn’t impressing him much.
A decrepit farmhouse full of rat droppings wouldn’t impress anyone, in Regulus’ opinion.
He found the garden and the study the most interesting parts of the farmhouse, the places he liked the most.
The garden, for the enchantment placed around it to grow the plants. The plants themselves were uninteresting, but the magic around them was interesting. He could read some of them – earth, (wo)man, sun/time, growth, but he had absolutely no intention of touching them, he was smarter about magic than that. But this was a place where magic existed and that was comforting.
The study was interesting for the books, more specifically, the astronomy books. One look at the stars at night and he knew he was not on earth anymore. Where was he specifically? He had no idea. But though he couldn’t read the language used in the books, he recognized the star charts and could now easily pick out the different constellations. It was a puzzle for him to mull over in his copious amounts of spare time.
Visiting the lake
There was nothing unusual about the lake, and this disappointed Regulus. For a week, he’d watched the forest people shout angrily at it and spit at it, and when he’d tried to sate his curiosity as to why, they would just get fluster and shuffle him away from any direct line of sight of the lake.
Clearly that meant that something was hokey about this particular body of half-frozen water.
But it was just a lake.
However, now that Regulus had moved to the farmhouse and his movements were no longer restricted by the forest people, Regulus found himself coming here, standing on the shore or walking along the edge, again and again, like there was a mystery to unravel. He knew the forest people wouldn’t be forthcoming about their secrets, but maybe if he studied the lake, he’d figure something out.
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"She came with the name. And it's Latin for Noble, so I felt it fit."
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"What was the favor you did for a cat?" She asked the question off-handedly while lifting her wand, casually examining the interior of the folded paper cup she meant to extend for practice.
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Regulus decided to start with the smaller bag, the makeup bag, that way Lily would have one ready for her to practice her charm work on when she felt like moving on to a bag.
For him, copying the bag was short work. He made two from the original, kept one for himself, and then pushed the remaining copy and the original back over to Lily.
“Do you want me to make more?”
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"No, I think that's very suitable. Enough to do what I need to do, and there's an extra bag to use as we need to." She set the folded cup down and reached for the two smaller notebooks in her stack of things, pushing them across the table toward Regulus. The books were obviously water damaged from the time spent at the bottom of the lake, but had been diligently dried, however warped the result was. They were useable, and that's what mattered.
"It's probably better to use the originals to try a charm like that on, to communicate with one another so perhaps make a few more for other purposes, enough for us both, and I suppose you'll want to do the same with one of my pencils." Because she wasn't going to give him one of her pencils, he could make all the copies he liked, but she would covet her originals as long as she could.
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"Pencil?" Regulus asked, suspicious. Witches and wizards used quills and bottles of ink. Or self-inking quills if they were smart. The various methods of how muggles figured out writing were lost on Regulus. "What do you mean?"
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At least they were to Lily, who did well enough with a quill, but felt she wrote much quicker with a pencil. Reaching for one, she rolled it across the table towards him to inspect.
"A pot of ink could have never survived the night at the bottom of the lake, pencils you can recover." She had fretted over them almost as much as she had the bag itself, or the books it contained.