Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "where roleplay reigns supreme"

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly
Scorpius Malfoy ([info]ridewithscor) wrote in [info]20somethings,
@ 2022-01-02 18:53:00
Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
rp: garish shirts
Who: Scor & Beau
What: Date
When: 01 January, 2028
Where: Ice Rink in Hogsmeade
Warnings: TBD
Status: In-progress



Scorpius had one week to truly wrap his head around the fact that he was taking Beau out on a date. To go ice skating. Why in the world had he asked Beau to go ice skating? He was still trying to figure out why in the world that had been his go to when asking Beau freaking Rosier out on a date. At least Beau had said yes, which was something Scorpius still didn’t understand. At least he’d said yes though, that had to count for something right? Meant he wanted to be there. Maybe he even knew how to ice skate.

It had been arranged that they’d meet up at the magical ice rink in Hogsmeade that had been set up for the holidays. He had dressed warm in a pair of muggle jeans and a jacket that had heating charms in certain places to keep one warm. The garish shirt he had chosen to wear for dinner was hidden by the grey jacket, hiding all of the bright colors that Scorpius loved so much.

Being anxious about his date, Scor had arrived a little too early. Instead of just pacing back and forth, he had taken a seat on a bench near the opening to the rink. It was there that he was slipping on his ice skates, having brought his own from home. His head was down, blonde locks falling forward a bit into his eyes, as he went about lacing them up. He was completely oblivious unfortunately to the world around him, not realizing he may miss Beau showing up.


(Read comments)

Post a comment in response:

From:
( )Anonymous- this user has disabled anonymous posting.
( )OpenID
Username:
Password:
Don't have an account? Create one now.
Subject:
No HTML allowed in subject
  
Message:
 

Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs