|ℓανℯȵɗℯɾ бɾᴏωȵ ヅ ツ ッ (lavenderbrown) wrote in eighth_rpg,|
@ 2011-01-16 22:11:00
|Entry tags:||dean thomas, lavender brown, seamus finnigan|
WHO: Lavender, Parvati, Seamus, and Dean.
WHAT: Sleepover, drinking goodness.
and Seamus' flat.
WHEN: Sunday, evening.
RATING: I don't even know. Probably swearing.
There was nothing quite like last-minute-plan-making. Although the evening was already crowning, Lavender felt as if she had all the time in the world. It had been that way for the past week, give or take. She had been occupying herself with sketches and the gathering of fabrics, but there was little she could do to make her gowns come to life until she put out ads in the prophet for models. She'd have to pay them, of course.
... Which sort of made her want to bash her face into the wall. She shouldn't have quit her job at the tea shoppe, but c'est la vie. She couldn't very well get it back now. Besides, it gave her more time spend time with Seamus, when he wasn't whomped from ... Quidditch-like-things-or-something. It definitely had to do with Quidditch.
Regardless, it prompted a question that Lavender had been putting off for a while. How long was Seamus staying? She didn't mind him living with her. Not in the least, but it was all sort of odd, considering he could decide to go back to his mum's anytime he wanted. Call it selfish, but she didn't want that. At all.
Scribbling a reply to Parvati as she made the short trek from her room to Seamus', she knocked rapidly, and called out to him in a sing-songy-voice. "Seamy! Sweetie!" She opened his door, and invited herself in. "Vati's coming over. Maybe Dean. She's supposed to get a hold of him. Are you up for a few drinks, love?