valesco ; a harry potter rpg

Who: Marissa and Otto
What: Sigh
Where: Otto's apartment
When: Tonight

( Why should I care what you'd like...? )

Sturgis dropped his head back against the wall, counting down the seconds to one o'clock. Marissa had insisted on having lunch, and while he often put up a fight about these forced social interactions, Sturgis had been looking forward to it. Since his impromptu heart-to-heart with Otto that had gone sourly, if not terribly, he couldn't get his mind off of what it could mean, what it meant, it---Marissa was the only one who could really understand.

What was he supposed to do with this knew knowledge, that Otto wasn't going to worry his life away because of things that had happened half a decade ago? Was he supposed to invite him out to drinks? Name his first kid after him? Find out what his favorite quidditch team was and get him tickets? Sturgis let out a breath; he knew Otto favored the United over the Wasps, that wasn't new.

The door leading into the Experimental Charms department opened and Sturgis twisted his neck to look down. He had refused to enter the department a few years ago, after he'd entered normal and left with feathers sprouting from his left arm. They'd taken hours to pluck him clean.

"Don't you have a famous and rich fiancé to take you out to lunch?" he grumbled, but his smile betrayed the already weak tone of annoyance.

Liz's knees bounced as she sat on the high stool, spinning idly around, and around, and around. The squeaky white room of the Ministry was nearly blinding, but she supposed it made sense to be void of distractions when practicing spells and charms that could potentially blow the whole building up. Biting her thumb, she stared over at Marissa, who seemed rather preoccupied with her wand and a large pineapple.

She'd been hanging around the ministry a lot these days...for work, because she was officially one of the favorite go-to photographers for Ministry posters, brochures, events...boring shit that Liz did because it paid well and she couldn't get much else. There was also the fact that Otto seemed to know ever crick and corner of this place that was good for a quick snog. Liz winced at the crack of her nail between her teeth and began to spin around again.

Her stress levels were high. Marissa needed to figure out what the hell she wanted to do with that pineapple so that they could go to lunch and she could spill her guts.

"You know a bit about being a cheater, right?"

Or, she could spill out her deepest concerns and worries like a bloody goon. Liz blanched, wanting to punch herself in the face. "I mean, not that---I'm just saying----I don't know what I'm saying, I'm an idiot, ignore me, forget I said anything. Can we make piña coladas?"