Closed RP: In which a birthday is celebrated.
((Not back-dated or forward-dated or anything!))
Bombalurina was looking forward to this. She had planned it surprisingly carefully, ever since she had accidentally found out about Dean's birthday, and had actually found some delight in adding the final touches of her plan. She had a dress that she knew showed off her... assets, and she had persuaded a House-elf to prop the door to the Gyrffindor common room open for her as well. She'd asked for a cupcake from the kitchens, had even put a birthday candle in it, but that was a minor detail compared to what she had done to add to her already stunning good looks.
The dress would probably do the trick. But Bomba had gone through some extra lengths, just to make sure Dean would be... impressed. Black, strappy heels made her a good few inches taller and showed off her legs very nicely, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders in the most scandalous red curls. She had been bathed, groomed and make-uped, hair had been removed from several places of her body, her knickers were itty-bitty and lacy and black, and thanks to an utterly divine perfume she now smelled like jasmine flowers.
And now it was time.
Bombalurina carefully put the cupcake aside for now and straightened her back. Then she knocked on the door to Dean's room, allowing a soft smile on her face. The boy was in for a treat. She really hoped this would help matters, at least a little. Not having Dean around was boring.
Bombalurina was looking forward to this. She had planned it surprisingly carefully, ever since she had accidentally found out about Dean's birthday, and had actually found some delight in adding the final touches of her plan. She had a dress that she knew showed off her... assets, and she had persuaded a House-elf to prop the door to the Gyrffindor common room open for her as well. She'd asked for a cupcake from the kitchens, had even put a birthday candle in it, but that was a minor detail compared to what she had done to add to her already stunning good looks.
The dress would probably do the trick. But Bomba had gone through some extra lengths, just to make sure Dean would be... impressed. Black, strappy heels made her a good few inches taller and showed off her legs very nicely, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders in the most scandalous red curls. She had been bathed, groomed and make-uped, hair had been removed from several places of her body, her knickers were itty-bitty and lacy and black, and thanks to an utterly divine perfume she now smelled like jasmine flowers.
And now it was time.
Bombalurina carefully put the cupcake aside for now and straightened her back. Then she knocked on the door to Dean's room, allowing a soft smile on her face. The boy was in for a treat. She really hoped this would help matters, at least a little. Not having Dean around was boring.