RP: Florence & Clorinda Who: Florence & Clorinda What: A chance meeting Where: A coffee shop on Diagon Alley When: 4 September, 1987 Rating: Low
Florence hated it when it got near deadline day for the magazine. She wrote best, she had found, when she was entirely unhurried and nothing was bothering her. Except for this month, where she had a ~fascinating article on dating tips for the modern witch (because that hadn't been done before, obviously) and she was struggling to think of anything much new.
She chewed the end of her sugar-tipped quill - full sugar quills were a little bit too sticky and sickly for her, but these were the perfect alternative - and absentmindedly used her wand to guide another couple of sugar cubes into her coffee. Eventually she sighed, leaning back. This really wasn't going to happen, was it?
She wracked her brains, wondering why she had nothing for this - for Florence, being lost for words was absolutely unheard of... and then it hit her. She couldn't write about dating as a modern witch because strictly speaking right now she wasn't actually dating as a modern witch. She was flirting and going out a whole lot, but dating? Not so much right now.
Well then, if you can't write it for yourself....
She anchored herself around, looking for someone who might provide a bit more inspiration. "Hey, excuse me?" She asked, spotting a witch with slightly unusually coloured hair. "Hey, excuse me, you fancy helping a sister out? Coffee's on me? And I'll chuck in a cauldron cake?" She offered. She was nothing if not generous with people she was bothering, at least?