RP: As the son goes down
Date: 11th January (very early morning) Characters: Jill Dorny, Roger Davies Location: the Forbidden Forest Private/Public: Semi-Private Rating: TBA Warnings: Unsure, but there will be fighting Summary: Jillian and Roger meet for the first time in, well, years. And not under happy circumstance. Completion: Incomplete
She was standing stiff, arms cross loosely, hanging low as she waited for him. She was feeling rather huffy, and wished she had brought a watch because it was easier to check that then constantly casting the time spell to see if he was even coming. It was really getting to the point that she wanted to just leave, he wasn't late yet, but she was not interested in talking to him. She hadn't been for years, six in fact, and she really did not want to be starting now.
When she'd sent the owl, all those weeks ago, Jill had hoped he would immediately just go to the Montague's, leave her out of this. She didn't really want the boy, he had known that- so having someone take him was no skin off her back; but Roger hated Damian nearly as much as she did, if not perhaps more (though she never was sure why).
Pursing her lips together, her cold brown eyes swept around the area of the forest, and tapped her foot. She had work to do, she really didn't have time to be wasting standing out in the dark and cold to talk to a man that had ever given her the time of day before. Uncrossing her arms, she pulled her woolen cloak closer around her, and let out a dignified sigh continuing to wait.