Florence Thicknesse (frivolady) wrote in wingardiumrpg, @ 2011-01-15 23:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon flint, florence thicknesse flint |
14 August 1975
When Kenny canceled his tea with her, Florence decided it'd be best to do something with her day, since it was more than likely her friends had made plans (they were popular girls, after all). She might have preferred Phine to Diagon, but who knew what charming Ministry workers of importance could show up at the Leaky Cauldron about this time for lunch? She did her face, put on a lovely outfit and settled in at the Leaky with the day's copy of the Daily Prophet, even if it'd bore her to tears.
Unwilling to spend another day being bored at home, Damon decided it would be a perfect time to wander around Diagon Alley for a couple of hours. He pushed open the door to the Leaky Cauldron, and pushed past a few customers before he spotted a familiar face and backtracked. "Well well, who do we have here?" was his greeting to Florence.
She looked up at him, raised an eyebrow, and lowered her copy of the Prophet. "Did you forget me already?"
Damon took a seat across from her - uninvited, as always. "Who said I forgot?" he asked, grinning, and then took notice of her appearance. "Meeting someone?"
"Hopefully," Florence said, mock cheerful.
He raised an eyebrow. "Hopefully? You strike me as the sort of girl who likes to have every little detail planned out."
"I had plans but they were canceled," she said delicately.
"Well now that's a shame," Damon replied. "Whomever it was should have known better."
Florence did her best not to look as though she enjoyed that comment. "I have to agree," she said airily.
Damon indicated to her newspaper. "Surely you're not reading that for enjoyment?"
"Oh, completely," Florence defended, "I love..." she looked at the section she hadn't been reading at all that was right in front of her. "... business."
Damon did his best to mask his laugh, but wasn't all that successful. "I'm sure you do," he told her, amused. "Your own business, perhaps."
"I'm very good at attending to my own business," she agreed, smiling broadly. "And surely you have some of your own to attend to?"
Damon shrugged. "Not really, no. Unless my business includes escaping my house for awhile then yeah, I guess I do. I am a free man today, lucky you."
"So you just showed up here and decided to chat me up," Florence checked. She was never going to get rid of him.
"Well I didn't know that would be here," Damon pointed out.
"You are lucky. Pity I've got shopping to do," she decided, set the paper down, and stood up.
"Shopping? Really?" Damon asked. "What could you possibly have left to buy?"
She flashed him an insincere smile. "They keep making new clothes, Damon, you don't seem to have noticed."
He shrugged. "Robes are robes are robes, aren't they?"
She shook her head at him, astounded and sad. "Not even slightly."
Bloody girls. They were are essentially the same. At least the ones he knew the best, anyway. "Yeah, alright. Whatever," Damon replied.
Florence considered him. "Well, I could wait to shop if you've got a better idea," she said, easily shifting the conversation.
"Trust me, I can think of loads more things that are better ideas than shopping," he said wryly.
She leaned against the table casually. "Try me."
"Where do I begin?" he pondered. "Let's see. History of Magic class. Revision. Getting drunk. Watching Quidditch. Sleeping. Bothering Regan... You know. Basically everything else."
"You and your parties." She paused. "You know, if you weren't going to show up in these raggedy old robes -- " she picked at his sleeve, teasing -- "I might invite you to mine."
Now that came as a surprise. "Who says I haven't got a set stashed away somewhere?"
"That'd mean you wasted your time shopping," she said blithely.
Damon wasn't actually sure if the robes in question actually evn fit him anymore, but he wasn't going to tell her that. "So. Tell me more about this party."
"It's a party," she said simply. "What more do you need to know?"
"Who else are you planning to invite, for one," Damon told her. "I mean, other than your roommates, because that's a bloody given."
Florence eyed him. "I'm hosting it with my brother Kenny, Narcissa Black and her friends will be there as well," she said. "So if you want to come you have to behave."
"So you are inviting me," Damon said, as more of a statement than a question.
She smirked. "I'm inviting you if you behave, and if you don't there'll be consequences."
He raised his eyebrows again. "Consequences?"
She nodded. "But it should be a good time!"
"And just when is this blessed event going to occur?" Damon asked. He knew that if people like Narcissa Black were going to be there then he bloody well had to pull up his socks. He wasn't completely thick.
"Twenty-second. My house. By invitation only," she added, and joked, "Any gatecrashers'll be handed over to Lauren."
"Oh, ouch," Damon said, making a note of that. "Going straight for the kill, aren't you?"
"No fun otherwise," Florence reminded him, and stood up straight. "So I'll let you go get drunk then, if that's what you were going to do," she added casually.
"it's the middle of the day, do give me some credit," Damon remarked. "That's for later."
"Oh of course," she said dryly.
"Have to stay classy and all," he replied, grinning.
"Right. I suppose you'll be stuck with the business section then," Florence said, mock-cheerful.
"Okay, I'm not that classy," Damon said quickly.
She tried hard not to let her smirk become a smile. "I know that."
"Only one business I care about, really."
"Your family and your Floo."
"But only just the slightest bit essential to the Wizarding World, and all. Not a big deal."
Florence flashed a smile. "Well, I can Apparate."
"And so can I," Damon echoed. "But it can't get you in everywhere."
"Oh, your daddy taught you well!" she teased him.
Now that was encouraging. "But of course! Groomed from an early age, and all," Damon sent her another grin in return.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "And they call me spoiled," she deadpanned.
He just shrugged, amused. "Well. You certainly enjoy it, don't you?"
"Don't you?"
"I never said I didn't, did I?"
She hid her sudden laughter into her hand at how absurdly circular the conversation had gotten, a little mortified. "All right, lovely chat but I really should go," she tried to excuse herself.
"Of course," Damon replied, nodding. He was almost surprised she had given him the time of day for this long.
Lauren was going to mock her for hours for this, if she owned up to it. "Cheers," she said lightly, and sauntered out of the Leaky Cauldron again.
"Cheers," Damon echoed as he watched her leave. Shaking his head slightly, he figured since he was here, he might as well get something to drink.