RP: With a straight line like that Who: Cho Chang, Marcus Flint When: October 29 Where: Flint residence Rating: TBA Warnings: TBA Summary: A conversation
Cho had been skimming idly through her journal when she'd spotted familiar handwriting complaining about dressing up for the mascarade. She'd been meaning to talk to him about that and here was the perfect opening. She shooed Reggie out of her lap and abandoned the warm nest of blankets and pillows she'd constructed in a sheltered corner of the garden as a place to read that didn't make her feel like she was intruding on Mrs. Flint like relaxing in the library did half of the time. Reggie slid down into the hollow her body had left in the nest; he was more than willing to take advantage of the heating charms she'd cast there even if they would fade quickly without her there to shore them up with her shoddy replacement wand every half hour or so.
She wandered through the house until she found Marcus. "You could always go as a Roman Emperor," she teased, "I think you could pull off a toga."