Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 19:21:13 GMT -5
So far the Warden\Hawksworth household had been fortunate to enjoy a perfectly peaceful morning; complimented by only the gentle noises once could expect to hear from two close-knit persons each performing their usual morning routine.
Elisabeth and Emmet had both tumbled out of their respective beds by early sunrise, ready to start what Emmet prayed with every fiber of his being would remain a Hyacinth-free day. Though he anticipated with all dreaded liability that his fragile hope soon would burst like a bubble, come the first peep of the telephone.
Or worse even, it could very well be the toot of their doorbell announcing the arrival of the devil's mother, in person.
Once the idea had crossed his mind, Emmet almost felt compelled to return to his bed.
Alas, such behavior would hardly remove the source of his headache even for a brief moment of time.
He was able to tell that much at once, and with all certainty, if his knowledge of Mrs "Bouquet" could be said to be correct.
And by all things holy and eternal, the dreaded woman was not only his closest neighbor, but by acts of force also among his closest acquaintances!
While the nerve-stricken musician and his somewhat mousey companion chatted to one another over breakfast, Emmet could not help it if he gave a jerk for every noise coming from outside that might just be the evidence of a presence he'd rather avoid, if such was even possible.
He could tell by the look which with his younger sister awarded his skittish manner of being, that she knew very well what he was going through.
Even so, she took it upon herself to remind her dear brother in a gentle tone that he could not stay hidden indoors for the rest of his miserable life; not even for the fear of Hyacinth.
"...I suppose you're right..." he sighed in defeat, though by the tone of his voice, Emmet managed to sound not entirely convinced that it wasn't the perfect solution to his ailment.
Nevertheless he knew as well as Elisabeth did, that he would have to step into the world beyond his doorstep sooner, rather than later.
As the dutiful tutor and leader of a local choir that coincidentally would have one of their regular practices later today, he had his duties after all.
Emmet stepped tentatively towards the window; disturbing the curtain only very slightly to gain view to the next-front-door without being spotted if Hyacinth should happen to be outdoors.
Nothing remotely alarming met his eye while he allowed himself a quick gaze at the area gracing the front areas of both houses, much to his eternal relief.
Reassured by the absence by the neighborhood snob, the man barely felt brave enough to even dare a peek out of the door; slowly creaking it open by a slight inch that would hardly reveal much more of his features than the tip of his nose and shoes.
(While this is located in a random *muggle* suburb somewhere in England, this is as close as I could get a "proper" setting. )
Elisabeth and Emmet had both tumbled out of their respective beds by early sunrise, ready to start what Emmet prayed with every fiber of his being would remain a Hyacinth-free day. Though he anticipated with all dreaded liability that his fragile hope soon would burst like a bubble, come the first peep of the telephone.
Or worse even, it could very well be the toot of their doorbell announcing the arrival of the devil's mother, in person.
Once the idea had crossed his mind, Emmet almost felt compelled to return to his bed.
Alas, such behavior would hardly remove the source of his headache even for a brief moment of time.
He was able to tell that much at once, and with all certainty, if his knowledge of Mrs "Bouquet" could be said to be correct.
And by all things holy and eternal, the dreaded woman was not only his closest neighbor, but by acts of force also among his closest acquaintances!
While the nerve-stricken musician and his somewhat mousey companion chatted to one another over breakfast, Emmet could not help it if he gave a jerk for every noise coming from outside that might just be the evidence of a presence he'd rather avoid, if such was even possible.
He could tell by the look which with his younger sister awarded his skittish manner of being, that she knew very well what he was going through.
Even so, she took it upon herself to remind her dear brother in a gentle tone that he could not stay hidden indoors for the rest of his miserable life; not even for the fear of Hyacinth.
"...I suppose you're right..." he sighed in defeat, though by the tone of his voice, Emmet managed to sound not entirely convinced that it wasn't the perfect solution to his ailment.
Nevertheless he knew as well as Elisabeth did, that he would have to step into the world beyond his doorstep sooner, rather than later.
As the dutiful tutor and leader of a local choir that coincidentally would have one of their regular practices later today, he had his duties after all.
Emmet stepped tentatively towards the window; disturbing the curtain only very slightly to gain view to the next-front-door without being spotted if Hyacinth should happen to be outdoors.
Nothing remotely alarming met his eye while he allowed himself a quick gaze at the area gracing the front areas of both houses, much to his eternal relief.
Reassured by the absence by the neighborhood snob, the man barely felt brave enough to even dare a peek out of the door; slowly creaking it open by a slight inch that would hardly reveal much more of his features than the tip of his nose and shoes.
(While this is located in a random *muggle* suburb somewhere in England, this is as close as I could get a "proper" setting. )