Alternate Universe drabbles featuring Charlotte Aulin
Bad Situations for Two - Car dies while in the middle of nowhere.
A heavy, irritated sigh sounded from under the hood of the car. Albus was up to his elbows in the stalled car engine trying to check every part for a break or malfunction. The engine hadn't overheated and here was still gas in the tank so something else was the problem. But nothing had presented itself as the problem yet.
"This could have been avoidable. At least it's a nice day and we're not in a hurry," Charlotte in the meanwhile sat on the trunk of the car and reclined against the rear window, cloud gazing as there wasn't anything she could really do to help - aside from keep her big mouth shut but Albus knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon. "I mean, if we had stopped at that gas station like I had said-"
"-FUEL IS NOT THE PROBLEM!" Albus roared, slamming his hands on the sides of the car, the open hood of the car slightly muffling and echoing his outburst - right before the support rod gave way from the jolt and dropped the hood on his head with a resounding thud. Instead of swearing out loud, Albus held his head and a growl of pain emerged through grit teeth.
The other scholar was about to ask if he was alright, but she knew better. He was fine if he was still making noise, and if she had queried about his well-being, she would have received an angry 'yes I'm fine' and a more subdued 'sorry' some minutes later when he had calmed down. Though once he had simmered down, she asked somewhat crudely 'Ya'll right?' over her shoulder, and was given a quiet 'yeah' in return.
Eventually he deduced that the battery was old and had crapped out on them - an easy enough fix for the moment between the two of them jump-starting it with filtered versions of their lightning spells.
Returning to the inside of the car, Albus put it in gear and before he tramped on the gas pedal he paused to smirk at Charlotte over in the passenger seat "Next time, let's just go by broom.
[Characters] are blowing off steam by doing something silly. (Scenario was an idea from some visiting friends)
"I'm going to go cross-eyed if I stare at this stupid book a moment longer~" Charlotte groaned, slamming shut the tome before her, the title being in Latin and the contents in the same language, regarding a vague outlining of Ecclesia's glyph machinations.
Albus made a quiet 'hmph' sound as he closed his own book, one on the finer points of enchanting tomes with magical properties, and offered a small smile to the other scholar. "Time for a break. And I think we should do something… terrible."
A few minutes later they had taken apart a very outdated religious gazette newsletter and had made paper airplanes (as instructed by Charlotte, where as Albus had opted to fold cranes that an exchange student had taught him to make), taking turns firing them towards a waste paper basket across the room from where they sat, reclined in their chairs and resting their feet on the fine mahogany desk like a couple of delinquent students.
They didn't care, they had run of the library and no one could tell them what to do. …At least for the moment.