Narrative
Who: Oliver, Lisa, Gram
Where: Gram's house
When: December 21, afternoon.
Rating: NC-17
Status: Complete
Summary: Lisa arrives at Gram's house for Christmas.
Lisa had made sure her things were all packed about four times so far. She felt like she was going to Hogwarts for a new school year, really. She had packed up quite a bit of clothes, since she would be staying there for awhile. She didn't even know what to bring. Dressy, casual... She knew she had to bring warm clothes, but... What if it got really warm in the house? Then she would be all sweaty and disgusting. Oliver wouldn't want to kiss her and his family would think she was a sweaty pig! With that thought, Lisa left her fireplace and went back into her bedroom, packing some lighter clothes in her bag as well. Thank Merlin it was a magical bag, or else she probably would have had quite a load to carry with her. For the fifth time now, Lisa pulled all of the contents out and looked them over. Coat, scarf, gloves, three different pairs of shoes, skirts and dresses and trousers, jeans and blouses. And that was just the clothes. She felt like she had over packed, yet she also felt as if she had not packed enough.
God, she had to calm down. She just wanted to make a good impression on Oliver's family. Ten minutes later, when everything was packed once again, she forced herself to the fireplace. She told herself to stop worrying and stepped into the fireplace, yelling out her destination. And a few moments later, she arrived, stepping out into Gram's living room and making sure she was soot-free. Nobody was in the room when she arrived, so she bit down on her lip and hesitated to move or do anything else.
"Gram?" she called out. "Ollie?"