January 6th, 1889 — Oakshire Hall, Kent
In her panic to write to Tiberius before she suffered the consequences of a strangely reticent Unbreakable Vow, she had missed all signs that she was actually in London the whole time. It hadn't helped that she was completely unfamiliar with the area she'd found herself in, she'd never been to America before so for all she knew it looked like a London dockyard. Hadn't the British colonized it, after all?
However, she started to pick up on little hints after the letter had gone. The abundance of accents she recognized as some variety of British, the occasionally familiar street sign, it wasn't until she found herself staring at the sign for the Leaky Cauldron that she realized she'd well and truly made a big mistake. No wonder she was still alive. Rather than relief, however, she only felt humiliation. What a fool she'd look if anyone found out, if Tiberius found out. Her regard for him might have diminished considerably when she found out about his failure but that was old news, how could she disdain him after this? She also couldn't easily forget that it was only a matter of hours ago she had been yearning for him with a violence that now seemed distasteful and embarrassing.
All she could think of doing was hiding out for a few more days so that it seemed as though she really had been abroad. She wiled away January 5th meandering around the countryside as a lynx once again, until finally an owl found her. Initially she had tried to attack it but then she spotted the letter in its talons and desisted. The letter from Tiberius changed everything. Tig crushed the letter in her hand and, outraged, apparated home.
Tig stormed through the house until she came to his study door. With the fist that still clutched his letter tightly, she pounded heavily upon the door, forcing herself to remain silent while she waited for him to investigate. She was somewhat unkempt with her hair half down and dirt on the hem of her dress, her wand was firmly enclosed in the hand that wasn't assaulting the door and the whole look was completed by the thunderous expression on her face.
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However, she started to pick up on little hints after the letter had gone. The abundance of accents she recognized as some variety of British, the occasionally familiar street sign, it wasn't until she found herself staring at the sign for the Leaky Cauldron that she realized she'd well and truly made a big mistake. No wonder she was still alive. Rather than relief, however, she only felt humiliation. What a fool she'd look if anyone found out, if Tiberius found out. Her regard for him might have diminished considerably when she found out about his failure but that was old news, how could she disdain him after this? She also couldn't easily forget that it was only a matter of hours ago she had been yearning for him with a violence that now seemed distasteful and embarrassing.
All she could think of doing was hiding out for a few more days so that it seemed as though she really had been abroad. She wiled away January 5th meandering around the countryside as a lynx once again, until finally an owl found her. Initially she had tried to attack it but then she spotted the letter in its talons and desisted. The letter from Tiberius changed everything. Tig crushed the letter in her hand and, outraged, apparated home.
Tig stormed through the house until she came to his study door. With the fist that still clutched his letter tightly, she pounded heavily upon the door, forcing herself to remain silent while she waited for him to investigate. She was somewhat unkempt with her hair half down and dirt on the hem of her dress, her wand was firmly enclosed in the hand that wasn't assaulting the door and the whole look was completed by the thunderous expression on her face.
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