Who: Ella, Lia What: Um, chatting? When: Tuesday Morning; Breakfast Where: Great Hall Warnings: Language, probably. Status: In Progress
Ella had been in a great mood to say the least. Her pranks as of the past two days had been harmless, at best. Mostly done for a laugh for the good of all. And she'd decided not to be upset with Vera for being right. They were sisters, their dynamic relationship worked in odd ways. Nap times had been far more interesting considering they involved little to know sleep now. Ella wasn't at all sure what this meant for her and T. Were they dating? Just snogging? But, honestly, Ella didn't care. It didn't need to be explained because she liked what they had and that was the only explanation she really needed.
Unable to sleep in too late that morning, Ella had decided to get up early to head to breakfast before getting a head start on all of her Black market deliveries. Business was booming, which was always brilliant. She was very much enjoying her small fortune that was continually building. And while she couldn't use it as leverage to marry a muggleborn to terrorize her mother anymore, she could think of many more creative ways to use her financial independence.
Sitting nearly alone at a table in the Great Hall--everyone else was still barely waking--Ella grabbed a plateful of fresh pumpkin pasties. Merlin, she might be addicted to the blasted things. After those were done, she'd think about some eggs or ham. Possibly even toast and jam!