Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Dora hated this day. Gods, she hated it. The only reason she'd not stayed home was that Mils and Richard and Tristan and Chris and pretty much everyone she knew was going out for it, and if she didn't go, they'd all know and some of them would suspect why and some of them would be too curious for their own good. All week she'd been having screaming nightmares (again), and today especially she felt like screaming or crying or worst of all, both.
She'd taken a goodly dose of calming draught before she left home and she had a vial in her purse to sip at some point as well as a couple of potions to tone down the look of exhaustion in addition to the glamour everyone had known she'd wear from the start, only she hadn't separated from the group long enough to dose herself again. Mils would catch her if she tried to sneak it, or Rich would, and she really didn't want to explain to them. It at least allowed her to present a good front, in addition to her normal poker face, to the world.
She saw the facepainting booth and it occurred to her that participating in that would probably be a good front that she really didn't mind being here. She pointed it out to the group and told them she'd catch up with them in just a bit. It seemed to work, and she gave them a wave and stepped into the queue, which just happened to be somewhat short at the moment. She palmed her green potions bottle and took a long sip just before it was her turn to sit down.
She still felt like screaming, just not as much.
She gave Dean a smile and sat down. Her hair was green streaked today, and her face shape different than normal, her hair style also not elegant like usual, and her whole presentation was just enough not like her to make her feel shielded. Only her eyes, those snake eyes, the Lestrange eyes, were the same, the hardest thing to properly charm. "Hi. Think you can do something to match my hair?" she asked.