Athaniel's Abode

[Athaniel Rookwood]

It was a fairly large house, 8 bedrooms, four upstairs and four down stairs, you get to the entrance door and you are greeted with a long hallway, the walls draped in pictures of famous witches and wizards gleefully lit with candles along each side.

You continue straight on and find yourself in the very large living room complete with a tiny bar black comfortable furniture and a Gryffindor color theme to it with a fireplace , to the left is the large kitchen, pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, a long table enough to seat ten guests.

To the right you go down another hallway lined with more pictures with a bit of grime theme to it, dimly lit this is where the other four guest rooms are.

There is a secret door in the kitchen which when opened correctly leads to the lighted basement which is Athaniel's private office and bedroom of his own, a small living room is what it looks like, with a bed, sofa and loveseat.

You move upstairs and are led to another hallway that is lined with its four guest bedrooms, to the right of the bedrooms is the study and library.

You make your way outside and find yourself in the middle of a Qudditch Pitch, almost the size of Hogwarts, but a few inches smaller, comes complete with its own locker room and Broomstick closet where the Moontrimer and the Nimbus 2000 lay. Spare crates of Bludgers, Snitches, and Quaffles rest neatly on the shelfs.

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*Athaniel arrived home from work and trailed into the kitchen and stood by a piece of blank wall.*

*He made a few hand gestures and a black wooden door appeared, he opened it and strolled into the basement - his bedroom and work office*

*It was big in size, litered with Quidditch Pictures and pictuers of most wanted people including one of Sirius Black, thousands of

Dark Objects rested innocently on shelves including Posionous Candles, a Hand of Glory, Glass Eye, Blood Stained Deck of Cards, and a couple Dark Detectors*

*Some items which he nicked from other people*

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*He strolled over to his closet which was covered with robes, majority of them being extra work robes, black on the outside and lined with gold on the instead, each bore the Auror badge*

*He had a few tightly clad t-shirts and normal t-shirts in the color of Navy Blue, he hung his work robe up and changed into one of the t-shirts and sat on the couch*

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*Athaniel decided to go out on a run in his animagus form in the local forest, he headed out the door - his figure shrink and bones creaked and cracked and formed differently into the non-human form.*

*looking much like a Jack Russell terrier, except with a forked tail, he was big and medium haired, more so looking like white wolf. He scratched behind his ear and darted off to the forest.*

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*Athaniel walked into his settling abod and sat in an armchair. He wore his same dress and style, black robes interiorly lined with golden color.*

*He wore tight black gloves that perfectly curved every line on his hands, he pulled one glove off. Leaving the other on for personal reasons. It had been fairly chilly out.*

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*He finished a bottle of hot Firewhiskey and left again, thinking of stopping to various places.*

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*Athaniel apparted to his house, and clenched his fist. The melting glove hadnt fully melted to the mold of his hand yet.*

*He strolled over to a sink where a already brewed healing potion was there. He pulled the "glove" off with difficulty as the molding process did start. He looked at his hand, more muscle and scar tissue was showing, but on his index finger there was a piece of bone clearly visible.*

*He dipped his hand into the terrible, yellowish/green liquid, and winced for a few minutes.*

*He pulled his hand out and gently wiped off the excess liquid and placed the glove back on his hand.*

Day five.....

*He sighed.*

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*He grabbed his cloak and fancied a walk through Hogsmeade.*

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*Seraphina and Ace apparted to his house.*

Its not much, but its home.

*He took her cloak and his cloak and hung them up, he went into the kitchen and pulled his extra shirt off, so he was only wearing his t-shirt, and came back out.*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*looks around*

It's lovely.

*smiles when he takes her cloak*

Oh, thank you.

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*He sat next to her and smiled softly.*

Pardon the Gryffindor colors......can I get anything to drink or such?

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*smirks*

You brought it up... as much as I don't like Gryffindor, I do like red, so no complaints.

*smiles cheekily*

Hot chocolate, please, if you have it.

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*conjures a cup of hot chocolate for her with marshmellows, smiles as he hands it to her.*

*He starts a fire in the grate.*

Yes...for some reason, I've always like black and silver, but you have to have some light in your life.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*takes a sip*

True. Black and silver get a bit depressing on walls, don't they?

[Athaniel Rookwood]

*Ace nodded, sitting on the floor near the grate.*

Yes they do....

*He stared off, not sure what to say.*

I hate prying eyes.

*He laughed refering to the Hogs Head Inn.*