dorcas stormborn of house stfu (dorksass) wrote in 80smarauders_ic, @ 2017-08-26 03:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, character: dorcas meadowes, character: remus lupin, date: 08-87, type: thread |
RP. Dorcas Meadowes & Remus Lupin
Who: Dorcas Meadowes & Remus Lupin
What: Once more Dorcas is completely on top of her life (AND LAME TROPES) Shopping montage
When: Saturday 26 ~5p (prior to gala)
Where: Diagon Alley
It wasn't as if things were ever exceptionally slow at St Mungo's, but this past week had left Dorcas tired in a way that was evident. She had a container of that gloopy muggle concealer at home that she planned to use to cover the dark circles under her eyes, don't worry. That was if she could even make it back to her cottage... Dorcas had entirely forgotten that the museum gala was tonight until her grandmother had warded her around lunch asking what her dress for the night looked like; "you should always take the season into account," she'd reminded. Unlike her granddaughter, Isabelline actually cared about things like that. Instead of admitting she had absolutely nothing ready for tonight, the younger made some off-handed comment that she wasn't going to show up in anything garish.
That still didn't mean she had any actual idea what she was going to wear. Hence for once leaving work exactly on time, she'd immediately apparated to Diagon Alley and made a beeline to one of the shops her wardrobe used to come from exclusively. It was a poofy little shop with floofy little decorations, and it was the only place she could think to get something 'acceptable' on such short notice. She'd already nixed the idea of wearing the dress from the last big event she'd gone to, knowing it was crumpled at the bottom of her closest. So here she was stepping into what felt like a veil of perfume, only to have the tiny witch behind the counter look aghast before telling her they were having a private fitting currently.
Rather irritated already, Dorcas almost snapped at the older woman in asking why didn't they put up a sign or turn the lock. Almost. She somehow managed to plaster a wholly unconvincing smile across her face before grimacing out a thank you, quickly turning to leave as her mind was already formulating plan b. There was a small boutique near the end of Diagon that her aunt was fond of, she remembered, though for the life of her couldn't visualize exactly what their wares were like. Realizing she had no other options, Dorcas dropped her gaze to her wrist watch before pivoting on the spot in an attempt to head to her new destination. The thing was she didn't actually add taking in her surroundings into the equation, causing her to throw her hands up as she attempted to brace for impact. Where the fuck did you come from!? was at the tip of her tongue in query for the other person, though instead she roughly bit the tip of said tongue.