Theft 23 ▬• Miria •▬ [In person]

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[Miria had been hiding; having found that her 'father' only seemed to haunt her bedroom, she'd grabbed a blanket, her blackberry and her flashlight, and had been looking for a place to stay. She didn't want to ask anyone else - evidently they all had they're own problems this week. However, she'd eventually found somewhere to sleep - underneath the dining room table. It was wide enough to give her room to lie down, and the chairs provided her with some camofluage, should she need it. It was also near the kitchen, not that she had  been that hungry lately. Her injuries were starting to ache - the black eye she'd earned sore to the touch, so it was safe to say she was feeling pretty sorry for herself.

Pulling her blanket up around her shoulders, she curled up into a ball, and tried to sleep the hours away. Hopefully this would only last a week]

Anyone going into the dining room for whatever reason is free to find her~

Comments

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

[James has been looking for her, actually. He lays his hand on her shoulder]

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[Since she wasn't expecting him, when he suddenly touches her shoulder, she yells in fright, jumping back]

Go away-! Oh! James! You scared me..I thought you were..um, someone else

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

Sorry, sorry. I've been worried about you.

[He sits down next to her.]

You don't look well.

[She looks exhausted]

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[ he wraps her duvet around her shoulders, and tries to smile]

I'm not really having a good week

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

[James gives her a grim smile]

You can stay in my room, I'll stay somewhere else.

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

No! No that's fine, really! I'm okay here! But thank you - it's nice of you to offer

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

[James shrugs. She's his friend, he would die for her if he had to]

Do you need anything? Tea or hot chocolate or cake or anything?

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[All of those things sound excellent to Miria at this point..]

um..a hot chocolate would be nice, if that's okay

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

You've got it.

[James goes into the kitchen, and after putting cocoa powder in milk he uses magic to do the rest. His bewitched spoon stirs out any and all lumps and he magically heats it to the perfect temperature. It only takes a few moments before he comes back into the dining room, crouching down next to Miria's makeshift cave]

Here you go.

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[She's a little surprised that he came back so quickly, but she doesn't mind in the least. Taking it from him, she smiles for the first time in a while]

Thank you..have things been okay for you..?

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

[Magic, my dear Miria. He grins back.]

You look much better smiling, you know that?

[He shrugs]

Can't complain.

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[That just makes her smile more as she sips the hot chocolate]

Thank you..and I'm glad - I know a few people have had bad weeks--

[Not wanting to get into that subject, she changes it]

This is really good by the way

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

Just one of my many talents.

[He looks ever so smug]

[prettyincrime.livejournal.com]

[She giggles a little at that]

What else can you do?

[its-notbragging.livejournal.com]

[James raises his wand but pauses momentarily]

You like butterflies, don't you?