Romilda. (affetto) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-06-10 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | romilda vane, wayne hopkins |
Who: Romilda and Wayne
What: meeting... who knows where this is going to go.
When: Monday evening [backdated].
Where: Gaunt Tower
Warnings: TBA
Romilda couldn't have said what it was about the way Wayne wrote that intrigued her. Well, alright, she did. It was his interest in a duel that ended in a shag, and Romilda missed that part of her first relationship. She didn't miss her ex-boyfriend, though; she'd gotten over him with a pint of ice cream and a good cry. Ice cream like she could still taste on her tongue as she was writing, the kind she had shared with Ginny.
Wayne was a servant, and Romilda didn't even know exactly which servant he was. Names and faces tended to run together for her among the servants, since they were never well-dressed enough to catch her eye for long. But on paper he'd been quite attractive.
For the second time that day, she lingered outside the portrait hole to Gaunt Tower to wait for a servant. This was a little annoying; if it was going to become a regular thing, she'd have to find a way for them to get in without needing to be let in. Was there really any harm in giving them the password? Ah well.
She hadn't dressed up for him, much. Traded in her sweatpants for a nice pair of dark blue jeans, her tee-shirt for a black tanktop, slippers for flats. She was in the mood for flats. Not provocative, but comfortable, and she could move more easily in them. After all, she didn't know if she was dressing for a shag, a duel, both, or neither.