_tracey_ (_tracey_) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-04-03 17:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: daphne greengrass, char: tracey davis, location: residence, time: 2009 04 |
RP: Moving in.
Who: Tracey & Daphne
When: Mon 4/3/09; evening
Where: Daphne's apartment in Muggle London
What: Tracey's finally moving in.
Warnings: Potential language.
Tracey had finally come to her wits end. Her mother had suddenly decided that being a year and one month from 30 years old meant the countdown had begun in earnest and a husband was just around the corner. She'd gone on and on about that stupid line in the Prophet about Tracey and Logan and had said that he shouldn't ~be a coworker anyway because she shouldn't be working, on a ~television show of all things, and that Tracey should quit her job and marry him because the Wood's were a very nice old family. And rich to boot. Tracey had lost it when Brooke had pulled out the latest edition of the Prophet this afternoon and said at least ~Daphne knew a good one when she saw him and that Tracey would be an old spinster before she knew it, babysitting her best friends kids with the Wood boy.
It didn't help any that Brooke had seemingly taken an interest in all things entertainment gossip. She loved mentioning that one of her coworkers was dating that handsome man from the Montrose Magpies.
Tracey huffed once more and put the last of her things from her bedroom into a suitcase. She then shrunk the whole lot and tossed them all into an oversized handbag. Her bedroom's worth of things would have to do, and she knew Daph had a bed already in the extra room at her place. She could worry about the rest of this - things she needed, she wanted, the repercussions - later. For now she needed her best friend and a large bottle of red wine, waistline and pending spinsterhood be damned.
With a snap she apparated from her room to Daph's flat, her mother's whispered shouting the last thing she heard from her childhood home.