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Sep. 10th, 2017 12:11 pm
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It was the best time of year. The air was becoming crisp and it was in fashion to break out the jumpers and boots. Pippa had a long Aran sweater with chunk, fat cables that came down over her bum. To go with the lovely cream colour she had chosen brown leggings and finished the look off with knee high boots of a slightly lighter brown. She had her hair up in a messy bun.But the crowning accessory was the Starbucks cup that held the most precious of things.

Pumpkin Spice Latte.

She had her drink in one hand and her mobile in the other as she scrolled through Pintrest, looking, still, at decor ideas. Fin's remodel had given her ideas for her own flat. Not a full remodel, no, but it wouldn't hurt to update a few things. Maybe get a little crafty and build some shelves.

And then Pip stopped on the sidewalk near a tube stop and reflected on herself.

Oh, God...I'm so basic she thought. It was just a moment of self doubt. But then she sipped her drink and realized she didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of how she chose to enjoy autumn. Jumpers were good and PSL was delicious. And if anyone had anything to say about it she'd turn them into a toad. That thought made her smile. Yes, she was sure she could manage turning someone into a toad.

"I'm so terribly sorry," said a woman who had to be seventy or more. "Is this the train to Piccadilly?"

Pippa had no idea so she called up the map on her phone and helped the woman find her way. It was a small act of kindness that left her smiling even as the woman descended the stairs. All thoughts of turning people into toads vanished and just a tiny bit of magic escaped her control, perfuming the air with pumpkin spice and making hearts lighter as they passed.

(Any tube stop, find Pippa smiling fondly. She's in a good mood and her magic makes that a tiny bit contagious. Open forever)

Date: 2017-09-10 07:47 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] drfeelbad
House didn't take the tube that often, because making his way around with this cane with all those jostling people tended to be a complete pain in the ass. It always put him in a bad mood. But he was in a bad mood anyway, and his motorcycle was being repaired after he'd had to swerve to miss an idiot driver and scraped the right bumper against a street light.

As he slowly climbed the steps, he felt the change in the air first, felt himself get a little lighter. And then smelled pumpkin spice. And then saw Pippa standing there.

He limped over to her. "What are you, like the good fairy of fall or something?"

Date: 2017-09-11 01:09 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (Blind Prince and Forgotten Queen)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin's magic had been acting up lately, ever since the last flood of odd magic had rushed through the city. His vision would come and go, prompting him to wear his sunglasses again as he relied on his magic to guide him when it couldn't seem to show him the world around him. The problem with that, however, was it would sometimes guide him where it wanted to go, rather than where he wished to wander. That seemed to be the case today as he found himself being taken not towards the pub, but the familiar pull of Pippa's power.

"Hmm, 'lo Pip," he greeted, reaching for the crook of her arm as he came to stand beside her.

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