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Tweak says, "Gahgah. Lady Gahgah"

Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-02-01 11:47:00

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character: millicent bulstrode, character: pandora montgomery

RP: Catch me up, girl
Who: Dora and Mils

What: A long-awaited gossip session

Where: Mils’ place

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.

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pandacharms
2015-05-06 03:52 am UTC (link)

Dora made a sympathetic noise loud enough for Mils to hear. She knew the other woman was exaggerating a bit, but on the other hand she understood. "Technology is stupid," Dora said. "What's up with this weasel, anyway?" She knew she didn't have enough of the story to give a good opinion or sympathy yet.

She scooped the glass out of the air without even thinking about it. She sipped appreciatively, feeling the first bit of tension start to leak out of her. This was good. This was normal. "Honestly I think I'd go even crazier than I already am if I didn't work," she said. She'd have too much time to think.

Dora took a bit of this and a bit of that, murmuring her thanks to Mebby. She ate one before answering. "I'd say the beginning, at the risk of being called a smart arse, but instead I want to know about this German weasel you mentioned."

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reinventingmils
2015-05-06 04:16 am UTC (link)

"It's confusing, is what it is," Mils muttered into her glass, still smarting at the other day's embarrassment of fumbling her way through getting money from a cashpoint. "He didn't let me know I'd be paying for my own lunch, for one." She crunched a spear of asparagus with more force than necessary. "Who invites someone to a business lunch, and then ever so caaasually mentions that he's a bit short, and he hopes I won't think him crude if he lets me split this time." Another sip of her wine, and Mils grimaced, eyes rolling slightly in appeal. "Let, Dora. Can you even?"

She tucked her legs a little tighter to her side, leaning more into the settee's arm. "It's not even the fact that he's foreign, so much that he's just so completely..." Mils waved her fingers in thought. "Slippery? No, that's not the word I want." She handed Mebby her plate as the elf popped in to check on them. "He has the strangest aura."

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pandacharms
2015-05-06 04:33 am UTC (link)

Confusing Dora was far too familiar with. When it came to the man she was currently interested in, she was chronically confused. She made a soft outraged noise on Mils' behalf. "How rude," she said. And it was. If a lady was to pay for a portion, she should have been subtly informed prior. Though even that would be considered a little off.

"Oily? Sly?" She suggested. She thought she knew precisely what Mils meant, though. She finished another nibble and took a long sip of wine, tilting her head and regarding Mils for a long moment. Then, knowing she wouldn't be jumped on for the assumption by Mils, she asked, "Is he pureblood?"

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reinventingmils
2015-05-06 04:54 am UTC (link)

Flicking her hand in agreement, Mils huffed out a breath quietly. "'Oily' works, I suppose. He's just so hard to pin down when you need answers or solid information." She took a bite of canapé, chewed thoughtfully, then finished it before speaking again. "He's Muggleborn, I'd swear. Just from the way he does things, and..." The rest of her words dying on her tongue, she took a sip of wine before groaning slightly. "I might as well tell you." Though she couldn't be sure Dora wouldn't put a word in Rich's ear if she were incensed enough; the last thing she needed was for her employer to hear about this, and not even from her.

"The truth is," she continued, "I really believe he's the one behind some of the...things that have been happening since I really started taking contracts."

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pandacharms
2015-05-06 05:13 am UTC (link)

"Smarmy!" Dora sat up straighter and snapped her fingers as the word she'd been looking for came to her. She relaxed back into the arm of the sofa, nibbling idly once more as she listened. Her attention, already focused on Mils, tightened further when it was obvious an admission was forthcoming.

"Oh reaaaaalllly," Dora drawled, her eyes narrowing in a telling fashion. "Like those doodles with the dead snakes." Which was childish especially in comparison to some of rhe snippy sly backhanded comments and such. Dora felt bad for Mils but she dealt with such and worse, so she wasn't surprised in the least that a family that had some rumors attached would come up against such pettiness among mixed breeding. She tapped a finger to her lips, contemplating if she needed to have a word with thr man or drop a small bug in a couple of ears.

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reinventingmils
2015-07-07 05:00 am UTC (link)

It took all she had in her not to growl, drain her glass, or slouch -- all unforgivable sins in the eyes of her upbringing. "Smarmy is better," she said after pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a long breath that didn't centre her as much as she'd hoped. "And yes, like the dead snake drawings. And the little hoodoo doll in Slytherin colours I found in the meeting room not too long ago." Taking a moment to fluff the cushions behind her and stretch out luxuriously, she pushed her hair behind her ear with her free hand and gestured with her glass. "I'm not even sure what I was expecting, with how mixed the offices are. Can you believe, I heard just the other day that the girl over in Sales who had us all out to tea after we got the contract with the Zimbabwe emerald mines actually said there must be some 'Pureblood understanding,' because otherwise I'd never get the contracts or contacts I do?" That had stung more than she'd thought, given how Alison's lack of refinement had been obvious from the start. Those ghastly Muggle modern art prints on her walls, for one, and the way she always clanked her spoon against the sides of her tea cup. "Understanding, my arse," she muttered, unafraid of reprimanding from Dora, who'd say precisely the same.

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pandacharms
2015-07-11 02:52 am UTC (link)

Dora rolled her eyes as hard as she could to express her opinion of that statement. "What bull shite," she agreed, a sneer in her voice. At least with Mils she knew she could say anything and pretty much be understood. She didn't have much prejudice in and of herself, except a bit perhaps socioeconomic related. And of idiots. She was very prejudiced against idiots.

"I can't believe some of the idiocy that will come out of their mouths. Sure, pureblood can ease the way sometimes, but mostly because everyone knows what's expected." The dance was something you grew up with and learned. It made sense, a hell of a lot more sense than many of the other new ways. "Though these days it can be just as much a handicap."

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