Calypso Zabini (calypsozabini) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-05-29 13:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: blaise zabini, char: calypso zabini, location: other, time: 2009 05 |
RP: Play the field
Who: Blaise & Calypso
What: More Brotherly Advice
When: May 10th (backdated)
Where: Blaise's Office
Warnings: More brotherly advice, helping Callie move on
It had been a few days since Saturday, and while Callie was still mortified enough by the entire thing to be avoiding seeing Astoria just yet… She knew she needed to see Blaise. She didn’t want to stay home any longer to wallow. She wanted to get out this weekend, see about tagging along to the Quidditch finales, and turn in her travel piece. At least.. The pieces were an excuse to go see him. Calypso didn’t want to talk about Saturday… Though she had a feeling that the second Blaise saw her, he’d try. It was why she had come to his office, hopeful he might not mention it there. She knew the chances of that were slim, his office was made for keeping secrets. Still, she was going to try.
Just after lunch, Calypso showed up at Blaise’s office. She had debated bringing lunch, but really she had just gotten home from her morning run before she left. She hadn’t wanted to eat and if she watched Blaise eat, she knew she might be sick. Her stomach had been a mess of emotions for a few days now, just enough to create that nausea when she wasn’t hungry.
Since she was hoping to go unnoticed, and not bump into Astoria, she had showed up in just a pair of those muggle yoga pants, with a large white cotton tee that came down to her knees, cinched at her tiny waist with a black belt. Her short locks were left in their natural little curls, a bit of a poofed out mess, though her sunglasses were now resting in said mess on the top of her head. She had worn them up until the point that she had stepped into his office. If she had a ball cap, she likely would have worn it in her attempt at going unnoticed. She was just relieved that Blaise hadn’t had any appointments and she was allowed to just walk right in.
“You’re going to the finales, right?” She asked, already moving to fall into a chair. She knew her behavior since Saturday night had been a bit suspect, she was spending all of her free time focusing on her animagi training with Blaise. When she wasn’t wrapped up in that she seemed to be doing some sort of exercise, something to keep herself busy. Her yoga had turned into Piyo, her morning run was getting longer and longer each time she went, she was spending hours doing laps in the pond… She was doing anything to quiet her mind.