Post by Logan Renly on Sept 16, 2012 20:22:52 GMT -5
The faint sound of a leaking tap could be heard from outside the small hut. Silence and nothing but the dark void of night surrounded the young man. No candles were lit he preferred it this way.
In an almost nervous fashion Logan fiddled with a piece of parchment in one hand while his wand remained in the other. It was an important letter he wanted to send but knew he shouldn’t. He had been told to wait for her and not try to contact her.
Rainne was off working and Logan never really knew precisely what she got up to as an Unspeakable. More importantly he wasn’t allowed to know. The Department of Mysteries were very strict in that way and really it was probably for the best that he didn’t know. The young man would just as quickly want to be involved, and disagree with his love being apart of any type of danger. It was a lot easier to give Rainne space with her work and not ask questions. Easier said than done...
Logan often worried about his wife but had no doubt in his mind she would be ok and return to him soon. After all she was not only beautiful but also remarkably intelligent and powerful. Perhaps there were more concerns with him to stay out of the way…
Keeping himself busy in a familiar place was the best thing for Logan. And distracting himself was an easy task too… much like disappearing. But tonight was different and he couldn’t find sleep or peace from his thoughts. Concerns were building and Logan apparently had no escape from them.
One floo.. He sighed scrunching the parchment in his hand and allowing for it to drop to the stone floor.
Logan yawned and stretched his arms out broadly, gazing over at a clock on the far wall to read 4am. “Bah, and to think people sleep at this hour. How very absurd.” He mumbled a little getting to his feet and stammering over to the kettle to turn it on. After a few moments of making himself a cup of tea Logan grimaced slightly at the warm beverage. His lack of magic these days was appalling. “Turning into a bloody muggl..” a brief pause as he collected his rude thoughts. “I mean-yes a mug I am a magicless mug. How lovely.” Slipping back into the large armchair he was positioned in before Logan laid-back carefully sipping his tea.
In an almost nervous fashion Logan fiddled with a piece of parchment in one hand while his wand remained in the other. It was an important letter he wanted to send but knew he shouldn’t. He had been told to wait for her and not try to contact her.
Rainne was off working and Logan never really knew precisely what she got up to as an Unspeakable. More importantly he wasn’t allowed to know. The Department of Mysteries were very strict in that way and really it was probably for the best that he didn’t know. The young man would just as quickly want to be involved, and disagree with his love being apart of any type of danger. It was a lot easier to give Rainne space with her work and not ask questions. Easier said than done...
Logan often worried about his wife but had no doubt in his mind she would be ok and return to him soon. After all she was not only beautiful but also remarkably intelligent and powerful. Perhaps there were more concerns with him to stay out of the way…
Keeping himself busy in a familiar place was the best thing for Logan. And distracting himself was an easy task too… much like disappearing. But tonight was different and he couldn’t find sleep or peace from his thoughts. Concerns were building and Logan apparently had no escape from them.
One floo.. He sighed scrunching the parchment in his hand and allowing for it to drop to the stone floor.
Logan yawned and stretched his arms out broadly, gazing over at a clock on the far wall to read 4am. “Bah, and to think people sleep at this hour. How very absurd.” He mumbled a little getting to his feet and stammering over to the kettle to turn it on. After a few moments of making himself a cup of tea Logan grimaced slightly at the warm beverage. His lack of magic these days was appalling. “Turning into a bloody muggl..” a brief pause as he collected his rude thoughts. “I mean-yes a mug I am a magicless mug. How lovely.” Slipping back into the large armchair he was positioned in before Logan laid-back carefully sipping his tea.