WHO: Tracey and Adrian. WHERE: Adrian's place. WHAT: Tracey comes over after work WHEN: Friday, February 22nd, 2001. Around 9:30 pm. RATING: tba. STATUS: in progress.
Tracey combed her blonde hair out of her eyes; she'd change her hair color back last week and she was quite satisfied with herself. She was currently reviewing pictures to send into a Witches fashion magazine, when she noticed what time it was. Deciding that she had plenty of time to go over these photographs tomorrow, she stood up and gathered her things together. It took her a good half an hour to clean up the store, from going over things that weren't folded or hung up properly, to making sure the front window was streak and fingerprint-free. Pulling her ponytail out of her hair, Tracey gave the store one more look-over, before going back into her office and finding her purse and coat. Buttoning the knee-length black pettycoat and swinging her purse over her shoulder, she looked down at her watch and decided that she did indeed have enough time to go to Adrian's; the question was...did she really want to?
She pursed her lips in thought and decided that there really was nothing to lose. Picking up her wand, she held her breath and apparated to the Adrian's place (at least she hoped she it was Adrian's--it was the last place she remembered him living at). Standing in front of the door, she brought her fingers up below the peep-hole and tapped gently. She wondered if he was still awake, and part of her hoped he wasn't. This was probably a bad situation to be in; but she'd already knocked and there was no turning back now. After a moment, she crossed her arms and turned her back to the door. She played with a lock of her lightly wavy hair and then swept it over her shoulder, maybe he was asleep...