Romi Vane (vanegirl) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-06-14 12:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: romilda vane, location: residence, time: 2009 06 |
RP: It's no secret, it's just none of your business.
Who: Romilda & Ryanne Vane (her mum, NPC)
When: Wednesday June 14, 2000, evening
Where: Romilda's home, floo call.
What: Ryanne has read WW and Romilda can't avoid her anymore.
Warnings: Language.
Romilda had just floo'd home from the Writers Room in Scotland when her floo lit up, right on time. She hadn't even gotten her shoes off or her pajamas on - her ritual the second she made it back into the flat lately - so she ignored it. Less than ten minutes later, pouring herself a glass of French wine (she hadn't had a taste for Spanish in weeks), it lit up again. This time she at least looked to see who was trying to poke through, though she was sure she already knew the answer. Her mother's face, bright in the burning coals, looked around as if it could see into the apartment. But of course it couldn't. Romilda hadn't set the spell to allow that. She ignored it again.
She'd been avoiding both of her parents since the first news of Oliver's infidelity broke, but her mother had gotten more and more persistent over the weeks.
Ryanne, it seemed, would not be avoided any longer. This time it was 4 minutes and 13 seconds between calls. Taking a deep break, Romilda muttered the charm and put a smile on her face, standing not far from her fireplace, but not too close either.
"Hello Mum," she said. She'd never had a particular warm relationship with her mother - she was a daddy's girl, all the way - but there had never been any direct tension between the women. Now, though, even through the floo, she could feel the frustration rolling off of her mother.
"And when were you going to tell me?" Ryanne asked, clearly crossing her arms in front of herself though Romilda couldn't see her torso. Romi took a steadying breath before answering.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." She gave a tightlipped smile.
"My daughter is splashed all over the tabloids by that trash of a man, her heart broken in front of the entire world, humiliated--"
"Mum! Mum, I get it. I didn't want to talk about it. I still don't. I just want to move on. I said my piece in Witch Weekly and now I just want to move on." She tried breathing through her nose, her own arms coming up to cross, mirroring her mothers. Maybe they were too much alike. Maybe that was their problem.
Ryanne narrowed her eyes, "I am not anyone else, I am your Mother. You talk to me before you go in the press! Your father's had calls all week from clients asking about this!"
"Mum, I know how the press works, I worked for the Prophet for years, remember?" She didn't mention that she was personally responsible for the garbage gossip the Prophet printed, as her parents had never known, but still... She knew the system. Which is one of the reasons she'd gone to Patil. "Listen, I just got home, I really don't want to discuss this. Ever. So, I'm going to go. Tell Daddy I'm sorry if I disrupted his work but my romantic life is exactly that: mine. It is none of your business." Romilda hadn't ever even come out as bi to her parents, she certainly wasn't going to tell them anything about her stupid fling with a stupid quidditch stupid star. Moving on. That was all that Romilda wanted to do now. Especially having spoken to Ryanne. As the older woman tried to argue back, Romi incanted the spell to end the connection and went straight back to her wine. A bubble bath sounded particularly appealing now...