When: Saturday January 31, 2pm and onward. [BACKDATED]
Rating: Possibly NSFW for language later on
Dora flopped down on Mils’ sofa, feeling comfortable enough at her friend’s to be informal like this. Mils was one of her very few female friends, and probably her most trusted at this point. She was certainly the only female on her short list of people allowed to apparate directly to her flat. Dora had grabbed a few things on her way over, to add to the things Mils had already committed to, and she’d set them down upon entering in order to hug her friend.
Now, though, she sighed gustily and looked through her hair at Mils. “Gods above, Mils, the last few weeks have been… something. And gobs of things to tell you. But first, how are you? I’ve kept meaning to drag you out and about more often, but life has conspired, I’m sorry.”
Things really had been quite hectic and emotional lately, leaving her utterly without energy some of the time. But this afternoon and evening would be a refreshing thing, and one she’d wanted for a while.