|Mandy Brocklehurst (mynameismandy) wrote in impetuousrpg,|
@ 2011-10-26 23:39:00
|Entry tags:||char: mandy brocklehurst, char: roger davies|
Who: Roger and Mandy
When: Wednesday Night
Where: Mandy's house in Cornwall
What: Discussions and stuff
Rating: Low. No sex. I swear.
Mandy was at home and Hesper had finally decided she'd had enough of exploring the surrounding area and had come home, meowing at the front door. Sitting on her sofa, staring at the fireplace, Mandy's thoughts strayed all over the place. She was exhausted. Mentally, physically and she was just- she didn't know what to do anymore. Her mind had been plagued with thoughts of Roger and Fleur all day. She shouldn't be questioning any of it but she was. Roger wasn't the same person that she'd been in love with? Well, he was and he wasn't. The added fame had changed him some and while she wanted to believe that he was still the same...
Roger had always had a larger than life personality and girls had always been attracted to him. Even in school. There'd been Cho and Marietta and Fleur and Katie Bell. He'd spent half his years there snogging the entire school. Hell, she was even a part of that list. Lavender Brown was even on the list. Sighing, Mandy idly stroked Hesper, trying to think of anything but Roger and Fleur jewelry shopping together.
Fleur. Fleur was perfection. Mandy couldn't even compete with that. Standing up, cat in hand, she headed upstairs and into the loo. Glancing in the mirror, she groaned. Of course she couldn't compete. Fleur was doing yoga every day and Mandy barely had time to sleep. Stripping down to her knickers and bra, she looked herself over. There was no possible way she'd ever look like Fleur Delacour. Mandy was bloated, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pallid and pale. Hesper jumped onto the back of the toilet, batting at the end of the towel. Tossing her hair into a pony, Mandy slipped into a pair of plaid pajama pants and one of Roger's t-shirts.
She looked awful and she felt awful. She barely had time for Roger. It was no wonder he was seeking the company of other girls. If she was him, she probably would be, too. He probably couldn't even stand to look at her. He'd promised... promised things would be better and it'd be them and she wouldn't have to worry about other women and now the epitome of womanhood was going shopping with him and snogging him. French style. Wiping away the stupid tears that wouldn't seem to go away, Mandy washed her face, more than ready to just sleep.