Closed when is a house a home

[January Chase]

January flicked her wand and the pot plant moved have an inch to the left. Hmm, it still didn't look quite right. She frowned. Sometimes she knew exactly what she wanted and then other times she would look at something and it just wasn't working. One of the promised she had made herself when she'd packed her back to move out of her parents home (though it was increasingly less voluntary these days the more she spoke to her mother) she told herself she would not simply settle, she wanted something more than that. She wanted something that was hers and maybe she didn't have a lot of money, and that was fine, she was putting some feelers out there, figuring out what she wanted to do, but she didn't know yet. August had been so sure he knew what he wanted to do when he'd left school, but not January. She'd managed to pick up her potions grades, sure, but after that she'd tanked her Magical History exam and that had severely impacted her scores. Still, could have been worse, she could have tanked the whole thing. She sighed and flicked her wand again and the pot plant moved back to where it was originally. "Does it look out of place? Does it look okay? I can't tell anymore, I've been staring at it for too long by now."​

 

[Schuyler Halliwell]

Schuyler had been embarrassingly unprepared for life after graduation. All the work she had put into her grades hadn’t yet felt worth it, but she still had time and opportunity to change that, she need only find the ambition which was unfortunately lacking of late. Her hard work had given her options, she just didn’t know which of those options she wanted to take up.

It was a problem with another time, with January being all but forced out of her parents house her lack of post graduation ambition felt tedious. The pair of them had managed to scrap together enough to rent a little place together and while modest would be an overstatement, it was theres and they had a freedom that they could only ever dream about when they’d been at school.

Schuyler was in the middle of sorting through a box when January asked her about a plant pot she’d been wrestling with for longer than she’d probably be willing to admit. “It looked fine everywhere you’ve put it for the last ten minutes, but then you’ve only been moving it half an inch at a time,” She shrugged. “It hardly makes a dramatic difference,”

 

[January Chase]

January signed dramatically, flopping onto the nearest piece of furniture with the kind of exaggerated exasperation she reserved specifically for moments like these. "That's not the point, Sky," she groaned, dragging her hands down her face for added effect. "It's not about dramatic differences; it's about vibes. Right now, the vibes are... off." She sat up slightly, pointing an accusatory finger at the pot plant as if it had personally offended her. "I want it to feel like it belongs, like it's meant to be here. Not like I just plonked it down and called it a day. This is our space now, and it should feel like... I don’t know, us.Like we actually live here and not like two people who just stumbled in off the street." January gave a defeated huff and leaned back again, glancing at Schuyler with a sheepish smile. "You’re right, though. I’ve probably overthought this to death, haven’t I? What do you think it needs? Or am I just destined to lose a battle with a pot plant today?" It certainly wouldn't be the first battle she'd lost after all.​