Post by Viola Hudson on Aug 27, 2008 10:35:22 GMT
Viola’s flat was empty. Empty empty empty empty… the more you say it, the less correct it sounds. Begins to be a word that doesn’t mean anything. As if you’ve made a mistake in saying it, but you know you haven’t. How odd. Empty empty empty…
But truly, Vi’s flat was empty. Not literally; it had tables, chairs, rugs even. Her furniture was odd. Extremely mismatched. A lot of it she’d picked up randomly in places like Covent Garden in London, where they had millions of strange, quirky bit and pieces. Which of course were stupidly overpriced… but when Vi saw something she wanted, she had to have it. Simple. If it was a little pricy she would merely deal with it, or try and smoke a little less. In the room that Vi sat in now, curled up like a small child on a throne-like wooden rocking chair, there were just four main pieces. And it was the biggest room of the house; the lounge. The chair she was in now had been something she had initially bought for Greenfields, the Home where she grew up. But she’d fallen in love with it the moment it fell into her living room and knew that was where it lived from then on. She’d given Greenfields a camera instead. This was a beautiful muggle device that Vi herself had not much interest in, but expected that some of the elder children in the Home would enjoy it. It had been a little expensive too… but was worth it. After all, Greenfields had been her home for over ten years.
The other three things in Viola’s living room were all completely different. One was a very large, very bright jukebox. Right now it sat in the corner, yet somehow managed to take up an impossible amount of space. It was like some sort of hibernating beast; when you did happen to flick the switch, it covered the walls in colourful lights and came alive with its beautiful music. The jukebox was called Anne for no reason at all, and had been one of the first things Vi had bought for her flat when she had moved in. After Anne, there was the rug. It covered most of the floorboards in the room and was just as bright as Anne, although perhaps a more subtly. Its colours were initially seen to be yellow and gold. But if you stepped closer and peered a little into the swirling patterns that were embroidered there, flashes of electric green and fiery red could also be seen. This was the second thing in Viola’s lounge.
The third was a wooden seat just like the rocking chair she was now curled upon, but it was very different. It was a church pew; literally. It had come from Covent Garden in London like the rug and had interested Vi no end. It could seat about four people at a squeeze. In the rolling, wave-like arms of the church pew two beautiful birds had been carved, They were of course inert, but the skill of the carvings made it seem as though if you just glanced at them casually, they had been flying and moving only moments before. They hadn’t been; the pieces in Vi’s room were all muggle-made. But the birds were magical in that beautiful manner. Vi thought they were phoenixes; but of course, they were magical birds so it was unlikely they could have been carved on the pew. But she saw them as phoenixes and so that was how they would stay.
The fourth and final main thing in Vi’s living room took up the whole of the back wall. It was a mirror, so large that it really did fill the whole wall at a perfect fit. Vi knew that some guests hated the thing, and hated watching themselves in the living room. But for some reason she loved it. Although not at all vain, Viola did enjoy watching how she moved, played guitar, sang, sat, made magic, ate. It was not in vanity, but merely in interest, she thought to herself as she peered over her throne into the mirror. Staring back at her were her own eyes- today charmed as black as night. Her hair was a deep purple, so dim it was almost as dark as her eyes. She tugged her gaze from the mirror, enjoying the safety of just knowing it was there. It was, to Viola, much like a safety net of some kind. It made people uneasy and she felt that was a good thing for her. It didn’t of course make her uneasy, perhaps even more confident. Although she wasn’t facing the mirror anymore, she could still see it in her mind. So big. A dark gold frame was set all the way around the reflective glass. Upon the frame were tiny intricate patterns that one could stare at for ages, and yet still find something they hadn't yet seen. Another expensive piece she had fallen in love with.
Other bits and pieces were in the room but none of them had more character than these four. A small dark coffee table in front of the church pew. Upon it lay a packet of cigarettes, Vi’s short wand, an empty mug and two picks for her guitar. A small fireplace was built into the wall opposite the church pew, the flames currently absent. Dotted around the room were also a few plants and above the fireplace mantle a small, moon-shaped clock. Despite all of these things, the room was still empty to Viola. It needed something, something alive, something special and bright and with enough character and spunk to match Vi’s own lively personal-
Crack!
The sound of apparition cut swiftly through Vi's thoughts and she resisted the urge to jump. Who had apparated into her house? She tracked her mind for the answer, and found it after a moment; Julie. Of course! She was coming around today. Viola had forgotten this, as she forgot so many things. Without rising from her chair she remained in her curled-up, child-like position and called out loudly. “Juuuuulie.” She knew her friend would have apparated into the thin hallway as she always did; despite the short distance between her house and Vi’s. “I wanna dog.” Viola continued in a moan, a teenage-tone quite unlike her own. She wasn’t really complaining of course, merely stressing on the fact that something was needed in her flat. A grin played across her lips as Julie's familiar face popped around into the room. This was soon followed by Julie's familiar body. Viola looked at her friend with puppy-eyes. "Wanna come and get one with me?" Her grin widened playfully.
But truly, Vi’s flat was empty. Not literally; it had tables, chairs, rugs even. Her furniture was odd. Extremely mismatched. A lot of it she’d picked up randomly in places like Covent Garden in London, where they had millions of strange, quirky bit and pieces. Which of course were stupidly overpriced… but when Vi saw something she wanted, she had to have it. Simple. If it was a little pricy she would merely deal with it, or try and smoke a little less. In the room that Vi sat in now, curled up like a small child on a throne-like wooden rocking chair, there were just four main pieces. And it was the biggest room of the house; the lounge. The chair she was in now had been something she had initially bought for Greenfields, the Home where she grew up. But she’d fallen in love with it the moment it fell into her living room and knew that was where it lived from then on. She’d given Greenfields a camera instead. This was a beautiful muggle device that Vi herself had not much interest in, but expected that some of the elder children in the Home would enjoy it. It had been a little expensive too… but was worth it. After all, Greenfields had been her home for over ten years.
The other three things in Viola’s living room were all completely different. One was a very large, very bright jukebox. Right now it sat in the corner, yet somehow managed to take up an impossible amount of space. It was like some sort of hibernating beast; when you did happen to flick the switch, it covered the walls in colourful lights and came alive with its beautiful music. The jukebox was called Anne for no reason at all, and had been one of the first things Vi had bought for her flat when she had moved in. After Anne, there was the rug. It covered most of the floorboards in the room and was just as bright as Anne, although perhaps a more subtly. Its colours were initially seen to be yellow and gold. But if you stepped closer and peered a little into the swirling patterns that were embroidered there, flashes of electric green and fiery red could also be seen. This was the second thing in Viola’s lounge.
The third was a wooden seat just like the rocking chair she was now curled upon, but it was very different. It was a church pew; literally. It had come from Covent Garden in London like the rug and had interested Vi no end. It could seat about four people at a squeeze. In the rolling, wave-like arms of the church pew two beautiful birds had been carved, They were of course inert, but the skill of the carvings made it seem as though if you just glanced at them casually, they had been flying and moving only moments before. They hadn’t been; the pieces in Vi’s room were all muggle-made. But the birds were magical in that beautiful manner. Vi thought they were phoenixes; but of course, they were magical birds so it was unlikely they could have been carved on the pew. But she saw them as phoenixes and so that was how they would stay.
The fourth and final main thing in Vi’s living room took up the whole of the back wall. It was a mirror, so large that it really did fill the whole wall at a perfect fit. Vi knew that some guests hated the thing, and hated watching themselves in the living room. But for some reason she loved it. Although not at all vain, Viola did enjoy watching how she moved, played guitar, sang, sat, made magic, ate. It was not in vanity, but merely in interest, she thought to herself as she peered over her throne into the mirror. Staring back at her were her own eyes- today charmed as black as night. Her hair was a deep purple, so dim it was almost as dark as her eyes. She tugged her gaze from the mirror, enjoying the safety of just knowing it was there. It was, to Viola, much like a safety net of some kind. It made people uneasy and she felt that was a good thing for her. It didn’t of course make her uneasy, perhaps even more confident. Although she wasn’t facing the mirror anymore, she could still see it in her mind. So big. A dark gold frame was set all the way around the reflective glass. Upon the frame were tiny intricate patterns that one could stare at for ages, and yet still find something they hadn't yet seen. Another expensive piece she had fallen in love with.
Other bits and pieces were in the room but none of them had more character than these four. A small dark coffee table in front of the church pew. Upon it lay a packet of cigarettes, Vi’s short wand, an empty mug and two picks for her guitar. A small fireplace was built into the wall opposite the church pew, the flames currently absent. Dotted around the room were also a few plants and above the fireplace mantle a small, moon-shaped clock. Despite all of these things, the room was still empty to Viola. It needed something, something alive, something special and bright and with enough character and spunk to match Vi’s own lively personal-
Crack!
The sound of apparition cut swiftly through Vi's thoughts and she resisted the urge to jump. Who had apparated into her house? She tracked her mind for the answer, and found it after a moment; Julie. Of course! She was coming around today. Viola had forgotten this, as she forgot so many things. Without rising from her chair she remained in her curled-up, child-like position and called out loudly. “Juuuuulie.” She knew her friend would have apparated into the thin hallway as she always did; despite the short distance between her house and Vi’s. “I wanna dog.” Viola continued in a moan, a teenage-tone quite unlike her own. She wasn’t really complaining of course, merely stressing on the fact that something was needed in her flat. A grin played across her lips as Julie's familiar face popped around into the room. This was soon followed by Julie's familiar body. Viola looked at her friend with puppy-eyes. "Wanna come and get one with me?" Her grin widened playfully.
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