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Who: Viola Rivers and Samson Vaisey
When: July 26th - day
Where: Barleycove Beach
What: Summer Fun
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: Closed
While casually playing with her new journal, Viola didn't expect anyone to take her seriously enough to visit (save perhaps a few Slytherin girlfriends). However, Sam had, and now they were sitting on the beach in her hometown, scantily clad and lounging on a large blanket she'd borrowed from her grandmother while quickly rushing him out from a Floo arrival. She and Sam had discussed a casual meetup, and as it happened, both had the day free. Still, the chances of a gorgeous Slytherin boy lounging to her side seemed slim to none at the time of writing her journal post. Luck was on Viola's side. Convincing her wise, French grandmother that they were just friends was a task enough in its own, but well worth it. A report back to her mother would be detrimental toward additional summer fun. Her mother would likely roll her eyes and act disapproving at the event at hand. Viola just wanted to have fun, and flirt immensely with high hopes of more.
"So, is this better than the city?" Viola questioned, glancing from her prone position after they'd had plenty of time to situate and banter. Merlin, he looked good with rays of sunlight reflecting across his face.
When: July 26th - day
Where: Barleycove Beach
What: Summer Fun
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: Closed
While casually playing with her new journal, Viola didn't expect anyone to take her seriously enough to visit (save perhaps a few Slytherin girlfriends). However, Sam had, and now they were sitting on the beach in her hometown, scantily clad and lounging on a large blanket she'd borrowed from her grandmother while quickly rushing him out from a Floo arrival. She and Sam had discussed a casual meetup, and as it happened, both had the day free. Still, the chances of a gorgeous Slytherin boy lounging to her side seemed slim to none at the time of writing her journal post. Luck was on Viola's side. Convincing her wise, French grandmother that they were just friends was a task enough in its own, but well worth it. A report back to her mother would be detrimental toward additional summer fun. Her mother would likely roll her eyes and act disapproving at the event at hand. Viola just wanted to have fun, and flirt immensely with high hopes of more.
"So, is this better than the city?" Viola questioned, glancing from her prone position after they'd had plenty of time to situate and banter. Merlin, he looked good with rays of sunlight reflecting across his face.
