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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

She snorted, cynical and ultimately a little weary. She ran her left hand up into her hair, feeling her Mark even though she couldn't see it. "Yes. I have a Mark. That's all that they needed to know. Plus you know my mum is the head of the MLE with ambitions for more." She rolled her eyes faintly. "All the bad doesn't seem to outweigh that for the Ministry. I can't even get a owl room job there."

Her fingers rubbed down her forearm, unconsciously, but at least the sticking charm held. "I'm considering seeing if I can move in with Theo, since I can probably afford that. The room I'm renting now is... yeah." Not very nice, not in a good part of town, and she'd warded it to the fucking nines in order to keep her few things safe.

She put on a pout. "Pity it isn't allowed," she said a trifle over-dramatically, and she winked at him over the top of her glass that had just arrived before taking a swallow of the stronger alcohol with the ease of someone who had drunk a lot of it at some time or another. In fact it was still far too easy for her to fall into. She sighed slightly though. "Yeah, I don't get much. I don't have Beating anymore, or Dueling. It's like... a void." And a lack of a high, like he said.

She listened and nodded. She reached over and touched his hand lightly. "Well, I am here, and I don't mind. Might understand more than some." She shrugged but wasn't pushy. "Yeah. I thought about Battlescars. Then I looked at my mark and figured that would be a Very Bad Idea." There were times she desperately yearned for someone to talk to about it, the bad things she did remember happening, and even having to do, but somehow that would fall very poorly, she knew.