Tracey Davis (brakingcharm) wrote in afic, @ 2011-07-01 10:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: isaac montague, character: tracey davis, player: missy, player: sue |
WHO: Isaac and Tracey Montague
WHEN: Friday, July 1, 2005, evening
WHERE: Chauvist Restaurant, Wizarding London
WHAT: the Montagues go out to dinner
RATING: tbd
Tracey had been a little antsy all day. The anticipation of going out to dinner with her husband was never far from her mind even through all the monotonous mind-numbing tasks. Sure, he wasn't a near-stranger any more. Not with the time they'd been spending together in the evenings. It was sex, for procreation of course, but there was also a hint of something more. A conversation that spoke of dreams, of desires or just recapping their days in the awkward moment between hello and climax. And those moments after, where one would fall asleep entangled in the other. It wasn't a normal marriage by any means. Tracey refused to stay in his bed until the light of day. She made her way home late each night, extricating her body from her husband's not realising that each time she was leaving something more of herself behind when she left him.
It was more confusing than not; flowers from her husband, flying with Marcus, not hearing from Blaise in days since her wedding. The only way to handle it was one situation at a time. If her husband wanted to take her out to dinner, that was part of the role she had agreed to play. Tracey had promised him she would publicly be the wife he wanted. Or she would at least do her best; she was no Astoria.
She'd had just enough time in the morning to slip out and find a new frock at Malkin's. The dress was blue lace with a gray gabardine skirt and the heels were twice as high as she'd normally consider wearing but they were perfect with the outfit. Right on time, he might have even been a moment early, but after a quick greeting, Tracey was locking up her shop as they apparated to the restaurant.
They were in wizarding London, on the far end of Diagon Alley toward a much more trendy area. They entered the restaurant and Tracey tucked her hand into Isaac's, curling her fingers loosely with his. While their marriage had yet to be listed in the social page of The Prophet, she was going to make a good show for them. Meeting his gaze over her shoulder, she smile briefly as they were led to their table, a romantic horseshoe shaped booth. Sliding in, she settled in the middle, leaving room on either side for Isaac. "What sounds good? Wine or whiskey?" Yes, it was going to be one or the other.