celia wood (theyoungestwood) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-02-07 16:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: celia wood, retired character: theseus rosier |
who: celia wood & theseus rosier
where: rosier manor
when: sunday evening, after this
what: apologies
status: closed/ongoing
To say Celia felt horrible would have been an understatement. Talking about Quidditch brought out her competitive side more than anything else, and it was like she'd been right back at school where she'd been the very proud and relentless captain of her house team. Having a chance to play was something she was looking forward to, but the fun of it happening at all didn't exactly drown out her desire to win. Plus all the trash talk with Charlie... she'd been so far in her element she hadn't realized she was saying something potentially hurtful. To Theseus. A deep pit had formed in her stomach as soon as Oliver said something about it, and she'd spent a good few minutes simply staring at her journal, feeling worse every second. She didn't know how to fix it, but she knew she had to do something because they'd just become friends and she liked being his friend - not just because of the food, either. Because he was nice, and danced with her, and didn't just make her feel like her brother's sister. So she threw a coat on over the clothes she was already wearing lounging around her apartment and left to go to the bistro. After many knocks on the door, and peeking in the windows, Celia figured Theseus wasn't there, and for lack of knowing where else to try, she apparated to Rosier Manor. If he wasn't there, she didn't know where else to try and would have to resort to some other way of talking to him, maybe an owl or something, she wasn't sure. She didn't want to think that far ahead, so she knocked on the door and took a step back, folding her arms across her stomach and waiting. |