1995-02-18: Chase Loses Her Marbles

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Scene Title Chase Loses Her Marbles
Synopsis Time to start moving Chase out of the Leaky Cauldron!
Location The Leaky Cauldron, London
Date Feb 18, 1995
Watch For Frick!!! Again!
Logger Holly

The Leaky Cauldron is not too busy and so that is a good enough excuse for Chase to begin moving out all the ridiculous things she only just moved in there. She is going to be roommates with someone who also happens to personify her personal phobia! Yay! She is up in her room packing things into a large trunk that seems larger on the inside than it is on the outside, namely doodads and gadgets that must be of American wizarding manufacture and haven't made it here yet. A large, stylish grammafone warbles some peppy tune as she digs around looking for Something.

—-

It's a couple days after the full moon now, and Holly's actually feeling quite a bit better. Enough so that she's finally left her house… And left Hogsmeade entirely! It's time to make sure Chase is getting her stuff together, since Holly knows she can handle things now, and knows what her mind does when she's not quite herself. It should be perfectly safe for Chase to stay in the same house. She's trusting herself here, and hoping things go well.

"Hey," she says, appearing at the open door. "They told me where your room was. Hope you don't mind me droppin' by.

—-

"Hey! No! Come in!"

Chase grins broadly at Holly - this is human Holly. Holly isn't lurking and growing fur and clawing and having big teeth all the better to eat her with. She is just reg'lar Holly and reg'lar Holly is someone that Chase won't freak out around! MUST BE STRONG!

"I'm just packing up. I didn't realize I had so much junk."

—-

She's human enough, yes. She can smell Chase - that's weird. And hear really well, and she thinks the muscles in her arms might be a little tougher than they were before, but she can't be too sure. The more she thinks about it, the more she thinks this werewolf thing isn't all bad. There's the constant lurking ill feeling, though, as if she's eaten something rotten.

"Yeah. S'kinda hard to tell what you have before you move. Then you can't remember how you fit everything in your ouse to begin with. Er… I guess it'd be your room." She looks a little pale, and the dark circles around her eyes which started when she was captured are even darker now. They'll never go away. Even so, she smiles, and sits down on the bed. "You know, you could just magic the trunk, and we'll send it through the floo to Hogsmeade."

—-

Chase shrugs her shoulders a little, dumping a globe of the world with way more continents on it than it should have a little beads of light playing across it into the trunk, "I kinda like packing for myself, though. I'm all accomplished and stuff!" She beams, reaching to pick up a jar of what appear to be glass marbles which she promptly drops by accident - the jar shattering and the marbles clattering away across the floor.

"Frick!"

—-

She never thought much of those tough-guy words like 'I can smell your FEAR,' but Holly can almost sense Chase's nervousness, and gives the blonde girl a look as she drops the jar. Leaving the comfort of the bed, she kneels on the floor, carefully gathering the broken glass pieces into a pile so she can fix it. "Yeah, I know what you mean. There's kinda something nice about doing something yourself," Holly says. She got that sentiment from her father! "Reparo," she says to the jar, as it knits itself back together. Picking up a couple marbles, she drops them in with a plink, plink. "What're you nervous about?"

—-

"Nothin'!" Chase lies, although unnerved that Holly would think that. Is she sweating? Is she shrinking away from the werewolf-lady without meaning to. She gratefully helps put the marbles back in the jar, "Why?"

—-

So telling Chase that she can smell said nervousness probably isn't going to earn any points. "I'm a lawyer. I can tell," she says, smirking. It's not entirely a lie. And it occurs to her that - just maybe - she can use this new and improved sense to tell if people are lying or not. "I mean, I know bein' in a new country is a little nerve-racking. I was nervous, too, so I thought you might be."

—-

"I haven't learned any lawyer powers yet," Chase admits, loading what appears to be a stuffed ostrich with a pearl necklace into the trunk, "But yeah, a little nervous. Not used to being somewhere new and all the stories I hear and then when I get here there's a revolution and you totally bitchslapped that pink woman! It was crazy!"

—-

She drops more marbles into the jar. "Her name is Delores Umbridge. She was the Acting Minister of Magic, and she was … Ah, not a great person. She's the reason I'm a werewolf, Rowena. There's a lotta people here who have no problems using other people to get whatever they want. It's kinda sickening. Like tearing a page out of a medieval textbook." She has to smile, though, at the use of the technical term, 'bitchslapped.' "Yeah. She deserved worse, but that wasn't my responsibility."

—-

"Fair enough," Chase answers, not quite sure who deserves what since she only just got here, "So are you sure about me living with you?"

—-

Well, if someone's responsible for turning someone else into a werewolf, they probably deserve a lot less than a fair trial. Still, Holly is here to uphold the law, not to break it, even if she's been skirting the line between legal and illegal at times. "Sure I am. All the better to teach you with, my dear," she says, winking, and dropping the last of the marbles into the jar. Ah, jokes. "As long as you're sure about living with me. I promise, I'm taking every precaution possible."

—-

"I believe you," Chase says with a nod of her head, rubbing her hands together to warm them as she puts the things back into the trunk, "I'm looking forward to being roomies!"

—-

Seems like the joke was lost on Chase. It was kind of dumb, anyway, to be fair. "The room you'll be using is all cleaned out… I have a cat. You're not allergic, are you?" …Probably should have asked that before. Oops.

—-

"Leetle bit," Chase answers, holding up her fingers and seperating them by just a little bit, "So long as she doesn't touch me with her fur I should be fine! Do you have somewhere I can keep Icarus?"

—-

"The bird?" Holly asks. Hm. She hadn't thought of that, and her eyes narrow a bit as she considers. "It'll be nice to have one around so we don't have to walk to the post office every time we want to send a letter," she muses. "Maybe we can build a little house for him in the garden. It's always warm, so he'll like it there."

—-

"Good idea," Chase agrees, moving over to the grimy window of the room and opening it just in time for Icarus to fly in and peer hawkishly (surprise) at Holly, "So long as he gets his daily constitutional, he's alright. Aren't you, Icarus?"

—-

"With a house outside, he'll be able to leave and come back whenever he wants." See, Britain had it right with owls. They hunt at night, so they're around to deliver messages during the day - when people are awake. Then there are hawks, who hunt during the day. "How long have you had him? He's pretty."

—-

"Few years," Chase answers, tilting her head to look at Icarus, "Since I graduated, really. He's good with letters but not so much with bills … he thinks shiny galleons are pretty."

—-

"I always liked cats. Mo's not so happy with me right now, though. I'm sure she'll come around." She's huge. And cat hair gets everywhere. Maybe there's anti-allergy potions out there. Hell, wizards can cure everything else. "You ready to go yet?"

—-

Chase slams the trunk shut, locks it and then proceeds to shove it towards the fireplace, "Sure … just a sec."

—-

Holly pushes herself off the floor, and gets to her feet. She picks up a couple of the odds and ends, cradling them in her arms. "Mm?" she asks.

—-

"Row— Rowena, you— !" But it's too late. As the trunk goes into the fire and burns just a little, Holly realises that she's going to come home to the scent of charred wood and leather. So her student is a bit of a klutz. She can handle it. "…Have to throw the powder in first," she finishes, sighing.

—-

"I know! We don't really use the floo much back — well, you know that," Chase runs a hand through her hair and sighs, "I'm sorry! Okay, all set. I think we oughta, uh, apparate instead of take the floo."

—-

Apparating! Yeah, that could be a little dangerous. She's almost afraid that Chase is going to splinch herself, and leave her head behind or something. Still, she must have a little faith that the girl knows what she's doing! So, apparating. Better than catching on fire. "I'll meet you there. Just… Be careful."

There's a sharp crack, and Holly apparates away with the armful of Chase's things.

—-

A moment later and Chase follows suit, appearing alongside Holly at their new co-residence and looking at herself in a mirror for a second, " … … … does my hair look shorter to you?"

And, back at the Leaky Cauldron, what appears to be a handful of blonde hair falls to the floor in front of the fireplace.

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