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Pandora Montgomery ([info]pandacharms) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-14 09:04:00
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RP: Coffee date
Who: Pandora and Chris

What: Coffee date

Where: Coffee shop

When: Tuesday October 14

Rating: SFW ?


Her aunt had been side-eyeing her ever since she came in to the shop that morning. She’d been doing that a lot lately, though Dora had to wonder precisely why. Normally she knew, but Aunty M had been especially tight-lipped. It could be any variety of things – suspicion about her looking dressier, a different location, extra training, or even simply her plotting to set her up with another pureblood man in an effort to marry her off.

Given her aunt had been a Slytherin also, it really could be any combination of the above.

But she slipped out after a little while, Elroygiving her a sereptitious wave from behind the counter. She flashed him a smile, forgiving him preemptively of the next time he disappeared on her to make her work the floor.

She’d taken special care with her appearance, scolding herself for even thinking he might have an extra interest in her, but she liked talking with him, and flirting with him, and it felt nice to have someone who seemed interested in her and for now, atleast, didn’t know about her past. Unless someone had told him. Her hair had a couple of small colored streaks charmed in, nothing too overt or flashy, but a sign that she felt more herself than she had in a while, and similar makeup charms, subtle but present. Her Mark she’d actually glamoured today, so she could wear a robe with shorter sleeves that looked closer to a muggle dress than some of the more old fashioned robes.

She entered the coffee shop precisely on the mark for the time they’d set, punctual to the minute as was typical for her. She tugged her ear lobe, unconsciously checking her disillusioned hearing aid, as she looked around for her ‘date.’


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