RP: You don't belong Date: January 24, 2001 Chracters: Demelza and Molly Location: Knockturn Alley Public/Private: Private Summary: Molly and Dem have a chat after a faction meeting. Status: Incomplete
Demelza applied another coat of lip gloss as she looked in the mirror of the ladies' bathroom. She honestly liked the nights she wasn't all dolled up with skimpy clothes and heavy make up.
She grabbed her bag and pushed out through the door back into the pub. It was small and danky, but the meeting for the faction was just held there. The crowd that'd been there for the meeting had thinned out considerably and only some people were left, clumping into small groups of their own. Their new 'leader' was there still, she saw, making her grimance and roll her eyes. He was turning out to be a great leader, that man. He'd been taken out to help get rid of the some muggle slime. He'd freaked out on them so they couldn't wait to tell people they knew who were against him in the group.
After grabbing a drink at the bar, she noticed the loud mouthed red head sitting at a table alone. Waiting for her man? Or just waiting? Walking over, she pasted on a falsely sweet smile and said, "Good evening."