Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Lavender Brown (angustifolia) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Lavender grinned. "Only sub par? Must be one of the good days in the cafeteria," she joked. "Okay, that sounds like a plan. Just give me five minutes to change into something a little less..." She glanced down at her all-black outfit and sensible shoes. "A little less this."

She scooped up a bag from under her desk, slinging it over her shoulder. "Wait here. Have a seat and I will be back as soon as I can."

As good as her word, Lavender returned returned from her trip to the ladies' toilets a few minutes later, now wearing a dress with an autumnal-looking pattern of leaves on in reds and golds. She'd pulled her hair into a loose plait that hung over her shoulder. "So," she said brightly, "what do you fancy for dinner? New chef at Finnigan's? Or somewhere else? I can't decide." Lavender frowned. "Though I probably do go there too much."