RP: Ich lad sie ein wir trinken Sekt, Rum, Wodka, Wein und Bier Date: Saturday, August 21; midday Characters: Theo and Tracey Location: Tracey's home Warnings: ...We shall see. Public/Private: Private Summary: Tracey's been avoiding him, so Theo wants to talk. Status: Incomplete
He'd taken the floo back home to freshen up. He actually looked fine, and he must've showered sometime before he slept because the stink of alcohol was off him, thank god. Theo dressed Saturday casual: a thousand galleon blazer jacket and t-shirt off the charity racks with his favorite pair of designer jeans. It wasn't a full-on formal get-up, but he didn't need it that.
He disapparated with a quiet, clandestine pfiffle (which struck him as a rather effeminate exit, he'd have to work on that), reappearing in the Davis' foyer. It was undeniably French, all rich dark hardwoods with sculpted marble inlays and a deep green carpet with what smelled suspiciously like Slytherin pride. "Love?" he called, keeping up appearances just in case her family were about.