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Asteria Elizabeth Greengrass ([info]othergreengrass) wrote in [info]unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-09 22:22:00

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Entry tags:asteria greengrass, roger davies

WHO: Roger and Asteria
WHEN: Backdated to Monday
WHERE: Roger's Home
WHAT: Moving In
RATING: prolly light
STATUS: Closed / In Progress


This was the part Asteria had nervously dreaded. It really had nothing to do with Roger. She actually liked him. He was sweet and had gone out of his way to make her as comfortable as possible, which went a long way with her. Her nervousness stemmed from being firmly taken from her home and replanted in a space that didn't really seem to belong to her. In a weird sense it was almost like Hogwarts again...though, thankfully without the large number of people.

So far, she thought she was doing rather well. She'd only managed to break three objects by dropping them and there had been a moment where she hadn't heard Roger approach and he'd startled her when he had asked her a question. Other then that, she was slowly getting the hanging of this living with someone else business. On top of that, she had suddenly realized that she had a lot of stuff ... far too much stuff.

Some of the things she'd be sending to her parents. All the things she really wouldn't need would be sent to her room there. There was no point in cluttering up Roger's apartment with useless objects.


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[info]othergreengrass
2008-07-17 11:22 am UTC (link)
"Cake batter?" she asked, wrinkling her nose. That didn't sound very appetizing. Anything that typically had raw eggs in it wasn't exactly a flavour she thought she be imitated by ice cream. She did agree on moving away from the strange looking orange one. Anything with gooey black stuff in it couldn't possibly be very good.

At the mention of bubblegum, she perked up. "Ooh, I think I'm going to get bubblegum." she responded. The childhood love bubble gum had stuck long past her childhood. It wasn't very often when she purchased the stuff, but she did enjoy it when she could. It didn't help that the ice cream happened to be a swirl of bright colours. Very nice presentation, if she did say so herself. "Know what are you getting?"

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