Post by Max on Sept 24, 2007 11:20:40 GMT -5
Freya Rose paced back and forth in front of the fireplace in her living room. Every so often she'dpause, and look up at the clock. Then she'd tut, roll her eyes and resume the pacing. Her brother David was late home. He'd been applying for a job at Hogwarts today, a fact that had made their father choke on his morning coffee when he'd been told. Davey wasn't known for his responsible nature- the only job he'd been able to hold down in the last few years being the one Freya herself had given him in the bookshop she owned.
Cracking her knuckles, she stopped still, and looked at the clock again. He'd promised to he home half an hour ago, damn boy. Never mind that he was seven years older than her, Freya had always been the more mature of the two. She drew her wand and lit the fire - the weather was turning, and it was becoming a little cold in the cottage even with her monstrous orange cardigan on.
Throwing herself on the sofa, Freya sighed. "When the hell will that toss pot get home?" She muttered to herself as she crossed her arms. She was in a huff now. The dog, a Blue Dane called Petal, padded in and looked mournfully up at her mistress. She didn't have to look up much, she wasn't a puppy any more and could bowl Freya over if she wasn't being careful. "What's he up to, pup?" She asked the dog, scratching her between two floppy ears. Petal immedately collapsed sideways, leaning against both Freya's legs and the sofa. "He'd better not be late to work if he gets this teaching job. I'll kill him if he is."
Cracking her knuckles, she stopped still, and looked at the clock again. He'd promised to he home half an hour ago, damn boy. Never mind that he was seven years older than her, Freya had always been the more mature of the two. She drew her wand and lit the fire - the weather was turning, and it was becoming a little cold in the cottage even with her monstrous orange cardigan on.
Throwing herself on the sofa, Freya sighed. "When the hell will that toss pot get home?" She muttered to herself as she crossed her arms. She was in a huff now. The dog, a Blue Dane called Petal, padded in and looked mournfully up at her mistress. She didn't have to look up much, she wasn't a puppy any more and could bowl Freya over if she wasn't being careful. "What's he up to, pup?" She asked the dog, scratching her between two floppy ears. Petal immedately collapsed sideways, leaning against both Freya's legs and the sofa. "He'd better not be late to work if he gets this teaching job. I'll kill him if he is."