Post by Kelly Evans on Jul 12, 2015 6:25:11 GMT -5
The front door to apartment 109 opened and Kelly Evans walked through it, shaking her head. The old witch who lived next door had stopped her in the foyer to complain - once again - that her Daily Prophet subscription continued to be delivered to Kelly's apartment and not her own. Kelly, as she had every other time this had been mentioned, tried to explain to her neighbour that it was not her fault that the owls had been directed to flat 109 instead of 110 (stopping short of saying exactly whose fault it was, of course), but ended up promising once more that she would continue to send the owls across the hall if they got lost. To which her neighbour had replied with a grunt and a mumbled insult that suggested Kelly had been raised by wolves. Kelly had bitten her tongue on that last, since she desperately wanted to reply that yes, she had been raised by wolves thank you very much, but at least she knew how to fill in a newspaper subscription order form.
But, she was a grown up now, and grown-ups played nice with their neighbours.
The witch sighed as she dropped her bag and coat on the small side table at the front door, kicked off her shoes and moved along down the hall, coming to a stop in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, Kelly gazed at the almost empty shelves and berated herself for not shopping before work this morning; she should have known she wouldn't have wanted to do it once she'd left for the day. She shrugged and closed the door. Her and Kat had been invited over to Straw and Queety's apartment for dinner, so she just had to wait until then. Taking her wand out of her pocket she poked it once at the kettle, which immediately began to whistle as the water boiled.
She quickly made a cup of tea and then wandered out into the living room and sat down on the couch, tucking her feet under her body. Kelly sipped at her tea carefully, leaning back into the couch cushions as she felt her aching muscles begin to relax. She set the tea cup on the table in front of her and looked around the room; only now, as her mind began to settle just as her muscles did, did Kelly realise just how quiet her apartment now was. Jacques had been gone on assignment for the Ministry for months now, and though neither her or Kelly had mentioned it outwardly, Kat had more or less moved out, as well. Which Kelly understood, truly, she did. Kat had finally found a semblance of peace that had sorely been lacking from her life, and if that meant moving out and on to greener pastures, Kelly was never going to be the one to hold her back from that. Even Straw, lovable, dependable, goofball Straw, had seemed distant, though Kelly wondered if maybe she was the one who had been distant from them, and not the other way around.
The last few years seemed to Kelly to have simply flown by. Between work and watching children grow, there seemed to be no end to the constant cycle of nights into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. For a group that had once lived in each other's pockets, Kelly couldn't help but notice the distance; though, it didn't seem to worry her as much as it might have ten years ago. She knew where they were, and they knew where she was. They would always be her people.
Kelly looked into the large gilt mirror that hung on the opposite wall to where she was sitting, taking in her reflection. Her dark hair was pulled back into a messy bun and there were faint dark circles under her eyes in harsh contrast to her pale English skin. She knew she'd have to shower and make up her face to avoid the inevitable question about whether she was eating and sleeping properly, but for now she was not moving from this spot. She wasn't due upstairs for a few hours yet, so she had time to relax briefly before she had to get up and make herself look respectable again.
"We're adults," she said aloud to the empty room. "When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?"
The mirror, thinking it was being clever, gave a disembodied chuckle and wheezed, "Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, you know?"
But, she was a grown up now, and grown-ups played nice with their neighbours.
The witch sighed as she dropped her bag and coat on the small side table at the front door, kicked off her shoes and moved along down the hall, coming to a stop in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, Kelly gazed at the almost empty shelves and berated herself for not shopping before work this morning; she should have known she wouldn't have wanted to do it once she'd left for the day. She shrugged and closed the door. Her and Kat had been invited over to Straw and Queety's apartment for dinner, so she just had to wait until then. Taking her wand out of her pocket she poked it once at the kettle, which immediately began to whistle as the water boiled.
She quickly made a cup of tea and then wandered out into the living room and sat down on the couch, tucking her feet under her body. Kelly sipped at her tea carefully, leaning back into the couch cushions as she felt her aching muscles begin to relax. She set the tea cup on the table in front of her and looked around the room; only now, as her mind began to settle just as her muscles did, did Kelly realise just how quiet her apartment now was. Jacques had been gone on assignment for the Ministry for months now, and though neither her or Kelly had mentioned it outwardly, Kat had more or less moved out, as well. Which Kelly understood, truly, she did. Kat had finally found a semblance of peace that had sorely been lacking from her life, and if that meant moving out and on to greener pastures, Kelly was never going to be the one to hold her back from that. Even Straw, lovable, dependable, goofball Straw, had seemed distant, though Kelly wondered if maybe she was the one who had been distant from them, and not the other way around.
The last few years seemed to Kelly to have simply flown by. Between work and watching children grow, there seemed to be no end to the constant cycle of nights into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. For a group that had once lived in each other's pockets, Kelly couldn't help but notice the distance; though, it didn't seem to worry her as much as it might have ten years ago. She knew where they were, and they knew where she was. They would always be her people.
Kelly looked into the large gilt mirror that hung on the opposite wall to where she was sitting, taking in her reflection. Her dark hair was pulled back into a messy bun and there were faint dark circles under her eyes in harsh contrast to her pale English skin. She knew she'd have to shower and make up her face to avoid the inevitable question about whether she was eating and sleeping properly, but for now she was not moving from this spot. She wasn't due upstairs for a few hours yet, so she had time to relax briefly before she had to get up and make herself look respectable again.
"We're adults," she said aloud to the empty room. "When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?"
The mirror, thinking it was being clever, gave a disembodied chuckle and wheezed, "Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, you know?"