Susan Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} susanamybones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Well the important thing is that it exists? Maybe I could buy you a house and you could put it in a side parlour," she quipped. It probably wasn't the best time to be making light, but in all honesty, Susan felt herself slightly at a loss for what to say in the conversation. It was a rarity and it left her feeling spectacularly odd.
"Good, I hate all the supremacist bullshit," Susan said with a determined toss of her hair. "And good on you for sticking to your wand over it though, I like a man with gumption." She fluttered her eyelashes at him coquettishly for a moment, then snorted at herself in a totally unladylike fashion.
She snorted and nodded. "I do, and it's fine," she said with a cheeky grin and a flick of her hair. "I'll definitely come though. Helga knows that my attendance would scandalise a few of my pureblood relatives no end. Plus hanging out with you and seeing your sisters just seals the deal really, what time do you want me here?"
"Yes that's true, but even with heating charms being painted naked always makes me shiver, and yeah artists tend not to do Vogue level airbrushing which is more the pity," Susan said with a rueful shake of her head.
Susan nodded. "I'm glad you two have managed to work things out to a truce, it's always convenient to not be actively at war with someone you're working with. Things go a lot more smoothly, there's less boobytraps, and business lunches end in forty two percent less stabbings. Good job all 'round." She patted his arm and looked around with interest. "So what's next on our little tour?"