wiped (![]() ![]() @ 2011-02-18 15:20:00 |
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Tracey wasn’t one to invite men into her room without a lot of thought, however, times had changed. Between short discussions with Pansy and Millicent, it was decided that they were to go along with the Marriage Decree and to find a suitable husband. The choices were limited, the time was a challenge. If there was nothing more that she loved, it was a challenge. So there she lay, dressed as she would have been before being confined to the castle, hair perfectly curled, makeup applied as though nothing had changed. Even though she knew that eventually someone would choose her or be chosen for her, Tracey knew that any choice of her own was better than a choice someone made for her. Now she waited, patiently. Sitting on her bed with books around her, idly flipping through the pages until Adrian, no, Pucey came to her door. It was more of an informal date, something to make her feel less like an applicant and more of a decision to be made. She had been trying her best to smile and be friendly to those that she had not known before but the world was different now. People who cared for her were gone; her job at the bookstore replaced with hours of reading and counting goods that could be used, sparingly using items that could no longer be replaced. If she dwelled it depressed her, if she ignored it, it angered her. It hadn’t been more than ten minutes but she felt herself fidgeting. Every fiber of her being wanted to run around the room and straighten things up, to make her bed, to put on nicer shoes. What did it matter? Either he would appreciate her company or he would not. The most she was really hoping for was a laugh, or at least someone to connect with outside of the few friends she had left. |