Kalista Rosier (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shadowofarose) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco,@ 2016-07-04 21:31:00 |
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Kalista couldn't say there had been many upsides to catching a highly contagious, repulsive virus back in April. It had been most difficult, not being able to see her daughter, but was grateful that Astrid's perfect complexion hadn't been marred by grotesque purple blotches, and she hadn't fallen ill like her mother. Her time spent in Mungo's had not been pleasant, but there was one wizard in particular who had prevented a bad experience from being completely miserable - Julain Fawley.
Prior to the Spattergroit outbreak, she hadn't seen Julian in quite some time. The circumstances hadn't been ideal, but being trapped in Mungo's together had reminded her of how much she enjoyed his company. When they had both been cleared of their illness and sent back out into the world, she had kept in contact with him, and had even asked if he would like to join her and Astrid on holiday in Fiji at the end of May.
It had surprised her, to be honest, how easily the invitation had been extended over a casual lunch. She had mentioned that she was planning a vacation for the two of them, and the next thing she knew they were talking destinations, and she was including him in their plans. She was glad that she had, because Julian knew how to have fun, and...well, Kalista needed some fun in her life, after the hell she had been through. They parted ways by mid-June, but Kalista and Astrid didn't return home right away. They continued their travels, finally returning back to England in July, the many gifts they had bought abroad in tow.
One in particular was dangling off of one of her well manicured fingers, meant for the wizard who had been her traveling companion for a while. If anyone asked, she would deny the fact that she had spent an excessively long amount of time in front of the mirror before leaving her house, flatting out the front of one of the new dresses she had bought in Paris. She wondered why she was so concerned about her appearance around him, seeing how he had already seen her at her absolute worst, but...she felt a strange sense of anxiousness at the prospect of seeing him again, and maybe even excitement.
She removed and folded up her sunglasses as she entered Julian's building, and took the lift up to his flat. Stopping in front of his door, she adjusted the bag she was holding and knocked on his door. Her hands folded in front of her, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she waited for him to answer the door. When he did, her mouth did something that had been foreign to her up until this year - she smiled. It was small, but it was there, and she lifted up the bag that was still hooked on her index finger.
"I come bearing gifts."