Who: Veronica Robards & Oliver Avery What: Calming Oliver down before he has a bitchfit Where: First Slytherin common room, then corridors When: Saturday, 14 October, 11ish Rating: PG-13 for language Status: Incomplete
She knew it was bad, but probably as a product of attending Hogwarts for seven years, Veronica was growing bored of it already. She'd already seen all she wanted to see of the castle and the village, and it was only mid-October. Ordinarily, she liked to go for a walk in the mornings, not out of any great kinship with the outdoors or because she wanted to be in shape; no, simply because she knew exercise and diet, not just one, would keep a girl looking trim. However, thus far, Veronica had chosen to be lazy for Saturday.
She was giving herself the excuse of it being too cold to bother, even though she could just put on one of her many fashionable sweaters or take a walk inside. Veronica was choosing instead to curl up by the fire (still in a fashionable sweater and leggings; retro and comfy!) for the morning and flip through fashion magazines--or at least, that's what she was planning on doing, but her plan changed when she heard someone coming up the boys' dormitory steps, glanced over her shoulder, and noticed Oliver looking like he had his own personal stormcloud floating over his head.
Veronica frowned ever so slightly; such a sullen expression, as sexy as it could be on occasion, was simply not fit for such a handsome face. It might give him lines, and that would be nothing short of a tragedy. Deciding she would occupy her time instead with cheering him up, Veronica called out (not shouted, she would never shout) "Oliver?" She sounded rather more concerned than she had intended, but she waved him over anyway. Once he was close enough, she rose from her seat and kissed him lightly on both cheeks, as was their tradition. "What's eating you, mon coeur?" said Veronica affectionately, both wrists still resting lightly on his shoulders.