Bethany Dunstan has your answers (empyrious) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-09-15 18:54:00 |
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WHO: Bethany Dunstan and Sean Connolly
WHEN: Saturday 9 September; Afternoon, around one p.m.
WHERE: Tea shop in Muggle London
WHAT: Catching up and talking.
RATING: SFW
STATUS: Closed//Incomplete
Bethany had finally agreed to set a time and place to meet with Sean. She'd been avoiding it, for the most part, for a while now, and it was only fair for her to meet with him so they could talk about things. She didn't know what would be said, or how either of them would react, but she did know that it was time for the two of them to move on. They weren't teenagers any longer. Bethany had something starting with Myron, and she wanted to take Trása and Lindsay's advice and see it through. She didn't know how far it would go, nor did she know exactly what they had, but she'd enjoyed falling asleep in front of that film with him. Besides, she truly believed that Sean and Lindsay would be good for each other. She wouldn't push them too hard, but she would definitely encourage it.
As she'd gotten dressed, Bethany had put a lot of thought into her outfit. She didn't want it to be too suggestive; she didn't want to get Sean's hopes up by making him think it was a date. She also didn't want it to seem like she didn't care. She did care. No matter what was said or done, in the past or recently, Beth really didn't want to hurt him. Any more than she had when they were kids, at least. She was, in her way, fond of Sean. He was her first boyfriend, serious or otherwise, and he would always hold a part of her heart. Lindsay believed that Bethany was still in love with Sean, but Beth didn't know for certain if she had actually fallen for him when they were 16. So, she'd chosen her outfit with care, selecting something casual yet nice. Her hair was pulled back, and she was ready to go with about thirty minutes to spare. Now, all she had to do was wait.
Except there was never any downtime for waiting when it came to Bethany. Her cats demanded something, then several owls arrived to her flat carrying letters forwarded from the Prophet that couldn't or wouldn't wait until Monday for her attention. She was in the middle of reading one of the letters addressed to her directly, a letter from the lonely soul who still maintained hope, when there was a knock at her door. "It's open," she said absently. After a few moments, when the door didn't open, she looked up. "Come in," she called louder as she put the letter back into the envelope and stood.