Welcome to: "THE BLACKOUT" Role Playing Thread
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Sindor's first reaction to the lights going out is of absolute excitement.
Don't get him wrong, he's "afraid of the dark" as much as the next average person who gets freaked out by that sorta thing, but that's mostly when he's clicking off the lights while walking back upstairs from a basement cellar, or laying awake at night anxiously overthinking life's worst-case-scenarios. Buuuut not so much in this situation. At times like these, Sin is truly in his element.
He conjures a dim glow to the end of his wand and makes his way to the Ravenclaw visiting lounge. Just like thunder and lightening storms in general, the power "going out" has always felt like its own kind of magic to Sindor.
Right up until bedtime, that is. Being raised in a non-magic household, the lack of electricity used to mean no fans (for their cooling wind and white noise), or audiobooks (for their generally lulling delightfulness).
Keep in mind this was well before downloading the Audible app could easily be thrown on a personal cell phone.
Sin's candle of a wand starts to flicker shadows while he makes his way to where he knows more people would be showing up, their shapes beginning to cast themselves against the walls behind them as he walks toward the center of the room where his fellow housemates are pouring in together, along with some visiting members from other circles of the castle.
It isn't that they couldn't have just used their wands to resolve some arbitrary issue, quite the opposite. They'd “turned the power out” themselves in a few specific areas. It had become a thing recently for some of them to celebrate going without their usual distractions from time to time and just "be" together. Alone in the dark, without the usual hubbub of magic mirrors, crystal balls, or book after spellbook to read/study up on. This typically is intended to happen during times of particularly inclement weather, or when the castle is sorting out some unusual difficulties. In this case, a little bit of both!
Just some good, old fashioned, quality time.
"How's it going, everyone?" he asks, feeling around for his favorite chair. "There seems to be a pretty ferocious storm going on out there!"