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FINALLY HOME

Feb. 6th, 2016 | 02:21 pm
location: London Flat
mood: determineddetermined
music: quiet

Andi apparated right into the middle the front room of her flat. A split second later three other people apparated into the room, falling over with luggage and trunks.

"That will be all." The red-head waved them off. They carried her luggage. They did their job. No need to hang around.

The three men shuffled a bit, definitely not leaving.

She turned to look at them. "I said you can go."

More shuffling.

She put her hands on her hips. Really? All THREE want a tip?

She reached into a pocket and pulled out several Sickles and passed them around.

They stared at the slim pickings in their palms and looked up at her expectantly for more...

"Get out!" It did not take much to set her off these days.

They disapparated in seconds flat.

Andi looked about her place. She had been going in and out of the place for some time now. It was still in shambles. The construction that had started ages ago was still not finished although she did see a few patches of wall covered with pieces of board hung with half banged in nails. Odd.

She made her way to the kitchen, working around her pile of luggage.

"Smidge!"

The tiny house elf appeared.

"So nice to see you missus-"

"Make me some tea." Andi interrupted. "Be sure to clean the counters. Actually, clean the room entirely. I"m home for a while."

The little elf squeaked and began to carry out her orders.

"And get me some parchment and quill."

It was time to let her family know she was home.

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Writer's Block: Freewill vs. fate

Oct. 8th, 2011 | 05:30 am
location: London - the flat
mood: aggravatedbah.
music: Vivaldi

Is love destined or is it a choice?


it is a nuisance.

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TIME TO FIND THE EQUINE

Oct. 8th, 2011 | 05:09 am
location: London - the flat
mood: aggravatedAaaargh!
music: creaking of mechanical equine

The cab ride home from her cousin's place was unbearably painful. Every bump in the road caused Andi to tighten her clutch on her left side, as if her hands could hold her broken rib in place.

Broken rib. Her cousin, her at one time dear Regulus, broke her rib. She blinked back tears. The pain from his rejection and his attack were almost too much to bear.

Almost.

The tears did not actually fall. She would not let them. Blacks did not cry. But the pain would not relent. She wasn't sure which pain was worse, the rejection or the rib.

Climbing the stairs to her flat was as painful as the ride. But eventually she made it into her front foyer and then to her couch, where she immediately pulled out her wand and placed the tip on her sore rib.

"Episkey." She whispered and fell back on the couch in relief as the bones began to mend. She owed her cousin for this. She would not forget.

She lay back on the couch for several minutes, staring at the ceiling, her calculating mind sharpening now that the physical discomfort was gone. She had managed to get Regulus to agree to talk to Nymphadora on her behalf. Well that was a win. But a win with complications. The ball was now in his court and she was playing by his rules. All she could do was sit and wait.

But Ferox... ah Ferox. He was another matter. This issue was in HER court.

"Missus?" A squeaky voice sounded at her feet. "Missus? Are yous alright?"

Andi sat up to find her pygmy elf looking up at her, distraught at the thought of her keeper being in discomfort, or heaven forbid, pain.

"What do you want?" She groaned, plopping back.

The little elf was not dissuaded. She hopped up on the arm of the green victorian couch, and repeated herself, her hands wringing. "Are yous alright Missus?"

"I'm fine." Andi waved a dismissive hand. "Just tired, is all."

"Cans I gets you anthings Missus?"

The silly creature would not leave her alone. Annoyed, Andi's voice began to rise. "Go away Smidge. I have enough to deal with right now. I have a daughter to reconnect with and a horse to find."

Smidge's ears pricked forward and her eyes gleamed. "I can finds things really goodly!" She piped up.

Andi sat up in quick realization. Of course! Elves are known for their tracking skills. "Can you track down my horse?"

The imp looked puzzled. "Horse?"

Seriously? "Yes, a horse. You know... four legs, saddled, walk, trot and canter?"

"Can-tar?"

Why!? Why is everything so much harder for her? Couldn't something just go her way for ONCE?

She stood up and walked to her fireplace and picked up a picture of Ferox from off the mantle. He was cantering around in his paddock, black mane flying and kicking up his heels. "Yes, HORSE." Andi held the picture up to the urchin's nose. Smidge carefully watched the horse move around his paddock in the image.

"Oh! Horse!" She beamed. "Yes, yes! Smidge can finds horse!" She clapped her hands in happiness, while bouncing up and down. "Missus wants Smidge to finds horse?"

"Yes... find me the horse."

In a nanosecond the elf disapparated with an elfin crackle.

Andi plopped herself back on the couch with undeniable glee. Why hadn't she thought of this before!? Elves are most capable of tra- ... A reappearing crack brought back the green munchkin and - and-

"What the hell is THAT!?" Andi scrunched up her face at the THING Smidge had brought back.

"Is horse Missus - no?"

Smidge was sitting upon what looked like a coin-operated mechanical horse. The kind found outside of muggle stores.

"Looks Missus!" The elf produced a coin from behind her ear and placed it into the slot in the machine. It immediately began to shudder and shake like an epileptic pony. "Looks Missus - Can-tar!" Smidge grinned ear to ear while trying to keep her tiny backside in the saddle of the convulsing machine.

Andi closed her eyes and pressed her nose between a thumb and forefinger in vexation.

"N-n-not h-h-orse?" Smidge's eyes widened in distress, as the plastic horse bucked her this way and that. "M-m-m-issus n-n-ot h-happy with h-horse?"

"Ugh." Andi shook her head in exasperation and headed out of the room, leaving the artificial equine and elf to traverse her living room. It looked like she was going to have to come up with a game plan. She needed to sit down and work things out. She needed to utilize her elf (and whatever means she needed to take to find her horse) properly... orderly. Or the next time she might end up with one of Neptune's mythical equines dripping salt water all over her brand new oriental rugs.

"M-missus?" Andi just kept walking. "M-missus can s-stop h-horse now?" Up the stairs to her study where she kept her parchments and quills.

"H-h-alp???"

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Writer's Block: Breaking the bad

Jul. 18th, 2011 | 03:15 am
location: Venice
mood: amusedamused
music: violins - someone is practicing below

What’s a bad habit that you really need to quit?

now why would i want to go and do that??

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homebound?

Jul. 18th, 2011 | 02:49 am
location: Flat, Venice
mood: complacentcomplacent
music: violins - someone is practicing below

it seems i may be finally tiring of my tour of Italy.
Rome was filthy.
i found Florence quaint, and the art beyond expectations.
but Venice, ahhh my sweet Venice... it is hard to leave you. you are a sparkling penny in a fountain in the hot midday sun.

but i need to get back to family.
what's-his-name has amused me long enough. he no longer suits my purposes. besides, somehow a parental feeling has come over me. i wonder how Nymphadora has been. and Ferox! my lovely beast. it is time he get back into the swing of things. i need to get him back into the show ring.

yes, i do believe it is time to go home.
besides, i have had it with St. Marks Square and those damned pigeons! they will NOT leave me alone when i cross the square.
they pester the tourists but bloody attack me! yesterday i literally had to pluck one of the foul things out of my HAIR! it's like someone is casting an Avis spell at me!
how i wish i could fling out a spell of my own with my wand.
filthy creatures. no wonder the Germans call them 'skymice'.

*off to pack*

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Writer's Block: Let freedom ring

Jul. 4th, 2011 | 06:38 am
location: lost
mood: amusedamused
music: angry buzzing in head

How do you celebrate Independence Day in your country?

using my wand to crack fireworks at house elves.

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get me out of here

Feb. 1st, 2008 | 02:32 am
location: The French Riviera
music: the endless crazy chatter of seagulls

if i have to deal with ONE MORE minute of this bloody seaside town, i'm going to implode.

where the hell is the drink boy!???

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aftermath... barnsex and horse poo

Jun. 30th, 2007 | 07:10 pm
location: barn
mood: annoyedannoyed
music: horses munching hay in stalls

AFTERMATH... BARNSEX AND HORSE POOCollapse )

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yawn

May. 20th, 2007 | 09:25 pm
location: cissa's
mood: boredbored
music: ringing in my ears

i cannot believe i am still here at cissa's.
yawn.

i suppose i should start looking for my own place.... naaaaah.

i think i am going to go ride my instructor, er, i mean horse

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Oct. 18th, 2006 | 05:08 pm
location: LONDON la!la!la!
mood: weirdIn a GREEN state of mind
music: quiet household

i did it.
i made it to London...
and i'm sitting in my GREEN SUITE here at cissa's.
*weirded out stare sweeping room*
"green" doesn't even cover it.... i feel like i am residing in Hotel de Verde.
If i am not mistaken, the porcelain in the damn LOO is also a profane shade of green.....
*makes note to self: not exactly the best backdrop for a hangover.*

i am pretty bored at the moment...i wonder where my kiddo is? haven't seen her since we settled in.
probably has found herself a nice mudpuddle to pounce in. muddy footprints would look charming on the white shag in cissa's parlor.....

so what do i do with myself now that i am living in the lap of luxury?
*throws self upon flouncy bright green bedspread and knocks over several dozen assorted green pillows*

eat a meal? read a book? do i unpack?
*curls lip at mountain of luggage and boxes*
nahhhh. leave that job for that for narcissa's snivelous excuse of a house elf to deal with. damn little twit thinks he rules the roost here.
*makes mental note to self: read "101 ways to antagonize a house elf*

i am not going to sit around here and collect dust like some museum piece...i think i am going out to celebrate my arrival. i'm going shopping.
yes! shopping will be splendid! i am going to buy myself a "welcome to civilization" present....
and charge it to narcissa's account.
*grabs lightweight coat and heads for door*

(want to see what andie ends up purchasing??? clicky the linky)

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