Who: Terry and Tsura What: Um....romantic interlude Where: Their room When: Wednesday night Rating/warnings: TBD, but snogging and half-naked Terry
Tsura was stressed. She had had a rough Dark Arts class. While she was doing better with Mr. Black's tutelage, even getting the Cruciatus right bothered her deep down. She ran a hand through her dark hair, the other thing that was weighing on her conscience making her bite her lip and put off going back to the room.
Her mother was trying to matchmake with some widower, reminding Tsura that she was practically a spinster, and at nearly twenty, "better" and "being picky" just weren't viable options. Luludja had already had two children by twenty, something she was reminding her daughter of constantly. She wanted more grandchildren.
Tsura crept into the room quietly, finding it empty, and hearing the shower going, relaxed slightly. She threw her bag onto her bed, rereading the letter over and over again, and trying to reconcile what she wanted with what was expected of her.