WHO: Eva, George... and Natalie WHERE: George's place WHEN: Wednesday early evening WHAT: Meeting and princess dresses RATING: Low
Maybe it would be like ripping a bandage off really quickly. She had no doubt that Natalie was a very sweet child and that it would take Voldemort himself to dislike her. That didn't mean Eva wasn't scared to death by the prospect of meeting a small human. It was irrational and she knew it but that didn't change a damn thing. But- she liked George. Honest to Merlin she did. She liked how he made her feel, liked that he understood and didn't press to fix things that couldn't just be fixed and most of all she just liked being able to honestly smile again. But it wasn't just him. He had a daughter and while Eva could pretend that wasn't the case all she wanted, the reality would never change.
So it was time to stand the heat or get out of the kitchen.
Or something along those lines. Eva was fairly certain that she'd probably be slinking off into the night before long but she supposed now was better than later. Before anyone got too involved.
She did her best to make sure that those worries didn't show on her face as she walked down the cobbled street to his door. The bag in her hand was stuffed full with shrunken dresses and swatches of fabric that fell entirely into the yellow and orange spectrum as requested. A princess dress would be delivered. If she could make a wedding dress, she could try her hand at a princess dress.
Eva knocked at the door, raising up on her tiptoes, looking into the window for the familiar head of red hair.