victoria frobisher is trolling like a boss (torob) wrote in changedrpg,
Victoria owed Geoffrey an apology for missing his impromptu party near his house. And she explained to him that she would make up for it, and, like a proper Gryffindor, she kept to her word. She had skidded down the hallway, slipping outside and bolting towards the shed. She glanced back, nodded at her Da who moved his hand frantically. You'd think he'd be opposed to what she was doing, but she'd been vague with him. She hadn't even bothered to tell her Mum. She blew him a kiss, which he dramatically caught before she hovered slowly off the ground.
She jetted to the Hooper Residence, landing in from the back, her toes touching the soft sand. She smiled to herself, adjusting the bottomless back to her side as she dismounted. Flying, just everything about it, felt second nature to her. She ducked down, scurrying. Victoria Frobisher was tall and lean, less strength and more agility honestly. She shimmered her way up, whispering a quiet "Alohamora" through the back dooor. She walked it, sliding her trench coat down and sliding the mask on. Imagine Geoffrey Hooper's reaction when she sauntered into the room. Sans the mask and the bag slung around her waist, Victoria Frobisher was in her underwear -- and none of that granny underwear, either. She aimed her wand straight at him. "Don't ask any questions, follow me."