Who: Blaise Zabini and Evelyn Moon When: Evening Where: A little pub near Olivander's, and wherever else they go What: For now, drinks. Rating: TBA Status: Incomplete
Evelyn was a little late. But that was in her nature. It wouldn't do any good to show up on time or, Merlin forbid, early when meeting a bloke. It made a girl look desperate, and overly eager. Eve had made being fashionably late into a fine art. Just enough time to appear casual, but not too much time to look uninterested. When she arrived at the little dive bar, she entered and immedately commanded the attention of everyone, men and women alike. Eve wasn't necessarily the most beautiful witch in their world, but she had enough confidence to make you believe it. Her outfit didn't scream harlot, but it wasn't exactly conservative either. Every curve was flaunted, just enough skin was shown in all the right places. This wasn't a new game for Eve. She was a seasoned veteran.
Walking further inside, she started to scan the room, looking for Blaise.