Absit Omen RPG
Role-Play Boards => Muggle London => London => Roh-Ballentyne Residence => Topic started by: Zora Roh on August 28, 2018, 07:40:32 PM
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The Roh-Ballentyne home in London
Friday night, 4 November 2011
Zora arrived home for the evening. As always, keys and wand in the bowl first, doing open the topmost buttons of her uniform next. She headed straight to the kitchen, eyeing an old butterbeer on the hall table.
"Home, Al," she said to her wife who was reading on the sofa. A little chirrup and around the corner galloped Taco, the family cat. He rubbed around Zora's ankles, yowling urgently, nearly tripping her up.
"Why! Why. She's right over there. Why me? It's always me," Zora groused at the cat, pointing to Iona
"Because you're the one who gives in."
"Taco! Bother Waverly." Zora accidentally elbowed into a paper coffee cup from Alohomocha, half-gone.
A door opened and closed upstairs and shortly Zora and Iona's 18-year-old daughter trotted down the stairs, done up in a cat-eye and a stack of brightly colored scarves.
"Good, you're home," Waverley said as she slid into the kitchen and sidled up to Zora. "How was work? Raine hex anyone lately?"
"The bodies are stacking," Zora joked dryly, and began gathering ingredients for a sandwich. "Looks like you're going out."
"Well spotted. Perks of being an ad-dult." Waverly drummed her fingers on the counter for a moment. "Could use a galleon or few, though..."
"Why. It's always me," Zora groused at her daughter.
"Because you're the one who gives in."
"Not this time," Zora said. "You want drinks finish one of the many abandoned all over this house."
Waverly moved around the other side of the kitchen island to get in front of Zora's eyeline. "Mummm, I'll pay you back." No dice. "Fine. You give me no choice but to turn to life of crime."
"More like life of sobriety.
"Nice." Zora tossed up a no-look air-five.
Myooowwwwww, wailed Taco.
"Waverly, feed Taco."
"I will for two galleons."
Zora straightened up, lifted her chin and gave Waverley a face.
"Pff! Morgana's nibs, mum, your face! Omma, she's doing the face."
"What face?"
"Which face?"
"It's the face. When you're, like, gonna kill a bloke. Like, 'ya dead now'. When you sort of stand back and with the chin and the eyes and..." Waverly made an exaggerated impression of the face.
"I don't do a face."
"You kind of do the face, Zo."
"I do not. Which face?"
"The Ya Ded Nao face."
"Ya Ded Nao," Waverley did the face.
"That's right. Ya Ded Nao."
"It's a good face."
"It really is. Very effective."
"And funny."
"Unless you're a criminal. Then very scary."
"So scary."
Zora was quiet for a moment, looking between Waverly (grinning) and Iona (who was still nose-in-book). Then the veteran adjusted her hair, squared her stance and crossed her arms.
"Like this?" Zora tipped her chin.
Waverly clapped her hands. "Yessss!"
Myooowwwww! Taco was insisting and Waverly followed him to his food, gave him another scoop, and then grabbed her purse.
"...so...."
"No."