Seraphina's Cottage[6]

[Augustus Rookwood]

*He rasied his brow*

Well....give in time, and give him time I think you two will do just fine.

*He paused*

Hes friends are Deatheaters by the way.

*He added sincerly, hugged her lightly and then Disapparated*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*returns the hug with only a little sincerity*

*sits down on the kitchen stool and lays her head on the counter, reflecting on his words*

*thinks*

Not going to happen, dear godfather...

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*rouses after a fitful night's sleep*

*sighs as she changes into new clothes, a pair of jeans and a black blouse underneath a heavier cloak*

*heads to the shop*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*apparates home from the Leaky Cauldron*

*pokes around her icebox, hoping she hadn't eaten the last of Rook's Cauldron cake and forgotten*

Oooh, there it is....

*pulls out the container with just a couple slices left*

*serves up a single slice onto a dessert plate, and devours it*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*finishes off the cake, licking the icing off her fingers*

Delectable. Never would have guessed Rook for a talented chef.

*snorts, laughing to herself, a little less frustrated with his earlier stubbornness*

*puts the plate in the sink, and goes upstairs to change clothes*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*apparates home from her run in with Silvery and Draco at the Leaky Cauldron*

*angrily mutters*

Absolutely infuriating... 'don't come looking for favours,' indeed...You wish, Malfoy!

*huffs her way upstairs*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*comes back downstairs in a flowing nightgown*

*starts a fire in the fireplace, trying to find some peace and calm in the solitude*

*curls up in a fuzzy blanket on the couch, pulling a pillow close to her chest and resting her chin on it*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*yawns as the crackling flames cast a warm glow on the room, blending light and shadow*

*mumbles*

Hope lessons are soon...

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*feels her eyelids growing heavier, exhaustion in her limbs as sleep creeps over her*

*yawns once more before drifting off into unconciousness*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*stretches in her sleep, rolling over on her side, facing the back of the sofa*

*mumbles incoherently as Nile jumps onto her leg, prowling up to rest on her hip*

*absentmindedly strokes the feline, eyes still closed*

[Augustus Rookwood]

*Rookwood apparted into Seraphina's house, he saw her laying on the couch and glared jokingly.*

Seraph....

*He whispered, and then waited a few minutes then shook her quite drastically.*

Seraph!

*He yelled*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*screams out in alarm, and promptly falls off the couch, the duvet twisting under her legs*

*glares up at her godfather, heart still racing*

What the hell was that?!

[Augustus Rookwood]

*Bites his lip holding in laughter, then clears his throat, speaking seriously.*

Are you ready for your lesson?

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*mumbles as she throws a pillow over her face, groaning*

*finally replies somewhat coherently*

I don't have a choice, do I?

[Augustus Rookwood]

No. Not unless you want to live.

*He sounded serious, but was really joking. He placed his hands behind his back, and his cloak came off.*

A little hand trick....

*He muttered. He was wearing a new tightly clad chain mail shirt, no doubt the latest of knightly wizard fashion. *