RP: Treating onesself.
Date: Monday, 23 October 1999
Characters: Muriel Beamish, anyone.
Location: Aphrodite, Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Muriel waits for a haircut.
Completion: Incomplete
Muriel dabbed at her nose with a white handkerchief, then tucked the square of cloth back underneath her bra strap. Merlin, this cold was lingering. It had knocked her flat for a few days - including that of the Autumn Ball - and she was still feeling the effects a week on.
Sighing, Muriel flicked the page of the copy of Witch Weekly on her knee. This copy was a few months old - in all her life, Muriel had never visited a salon that had up to date magazines - but it was mindless enough to pass the time while she was waiting.
This was the first day Muriel had felt up to leaving the house since the fever had gone down. It wasn't that she'd felt terrible the past two days, but her nose had been ridiculously red from too many tissues, and she wouldn't leave the house looking like Rudolph.
A trim and some expert drying charms would make her feel better though, she knew, and she was even contemplating flooing to London afterwards to show it off do a little bit of shopping. Something nice for herself. Sheet music, perhaps, or a new hat.
She flipped the page of the magazine again, feeling her eyes glaze over at the sight of another recipe.
Characters: Muriel Beamish, anyone.
Location: Aphrodite, Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: Muriel waits for a haircut.
Completion: Incomplete
Muriel dabbed at her nose with a white handkerchief, then tucked the square of cloth back underneath her bra strap. Merlin, this cold was lingering. It had knocked her flat for a few days - including that of the Autumn Ball - and she was still feeling the effects a week on.
Sighing, Muriel flicked the page of the copy of Witch Weekly on her knee. This copy was a few months old - in all her life, Muriel had never visited a salon that had up to date magazines - but it was mindless enough to pass the time while she was waiting.
This was the first day Muriel had felt up to leaving the house since the fever had gone down. It wasn't that she'd felt terrible the past two days, but her nose had been ridiculously red from too many tissues, and she wouldn't leave the house looking like Rudolph.
A trim and some expert drying charms would make her feel better though, she knew, and she was even contemplating flooing to London afterwards to show it off do a little bit of shopping. Something nice for herself. Sheet music, perhaps, or a new hat.
She flipped the page of the magazine again, feeling her eyes glaze over at the sight of another recipe.