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Thursday, January 14th, 2010
| Time |
Event |
| 12:21a |
Who: Lavender Brown and Heidi Macavoy
What: Lavender has a plan…
When: January 15th, Sunday 1997. 6:45pm
Where: Hufflepuff Locker Room
Rating: pg-13, for now
Lavender hoped that the rumors she head were true; not because she wanted Tracey and Heidi to be miserable but because it would allow her to get one up on Fleur. Her girlfriend found the Hufflepuff Captain so sexy that she mentioned her every time they discussed other women.
It was something they could talk about after the fact that would put them more on equal footing. Lavender couldn't wait to tell her. Besides, it would surely be fun. Lavender had heard Ginny talk about Heidi and how good she was in bed on several occasions…
She had stolen Ron's practice jersey, which was far too big for her, and had donned it after removing all the rest of her clothes once she had snuck into the Hufflepuff Locker Room.
The Hufflepuff practice was over. It had been shorter than she would have thought. Clearly the Hufflepuff Captain was willing to let it be short of their narrow victory over Gryffindor.
That victory was going to help quite a bit with her little game…
Hiding, Lavender planned to wait until only the team's Captain remained behind. | | 11:06p |
Who: Jessica Runcorn and Penny Quirke
What: the first meeting
When: January 16th, Monday. 1:35pm
Where: Jessica's office at the Ministry
Rating: pg-13
Jessica sighed and leaned back in her leather desk chair and rolled her neck. The one thing she hated about law was the paperwork. It was never ending. Sighing again, she surveyed her modest office. Her elegand, sturdy mahogany desk was the center piece. Law books and parchments and quills and ink were strewn across it, alond with a picture of her family, an obvious display of a hard day. Two wood chairs with dark crimson cushions sat in front of her desk. Off to the side was a large book shelf packed with books and a leather couch for long days and nights. There was a window out to the street and another to the rest of the office, but that one had blinds over it.
On her door was her name plate. She had worked for this office and was quite proud of it. In the short time she had worked here, she was already one of the top prosecutors of the Wizarding system.
Leaning back again, she had on a white blouse, unbuttoned slightly at the top, under a gray fitted vest and matching pencil skirt. Her modest heels were off adn her stockinged feet were hidden under her desk. She wore her black plastic rimmed glasses as she looked back down to her papers, ready to start writing again. |
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