Who: Rabastan Lestrange & Gwenog Jones
What: Reunion (#3)! Dinner!
When: Friday, July 19th: evening.
Where: London: Luminosa



Gwenog once tried to count all the colors of marble in Luminosa’s dining room. She had to stop at thirty-four for fear of eye strain and sheer ridiculousness. She’d said as much to Rabastan and the wanker had simply laughed. Like a wanker. Naturally.

Still, she supposed the man could be forgiven for finding her conniption easy to ignore. Ridiculous, sure, but there was something thickly satisfying about the heft and lushness of Luminosa. The gilded ceilings and weighty furniture, the carved archways, the - agh, Morgana’s tits - chandeliers. Something in the highly-wrought air spoke to Gwenog on an ancestral level.

Unfortunately, the food was great. Amazing. Downright ambrosial.

Gwenog was expertly chaperoned to her table, feeling mutinous as always when passing through the lovely setting and past the lovely people. One witch was wearing a tiara while enjoying something that looked like an apple sculpted out of pure gold. Gwenog wanted to climb up on her table and punt it. She resisted.

Adding insult to injury was the waiter’s sincerity in greeting her. Years of haunting the place like an ambitious alley cat had made Gwenog a familiar face in the place.

Plus there were the unfortuna--exciting events of the Bog Whiskey Taste Test in ‘99...