RP: Dinner and a movie
Date: November 29, 2004 (early evening).
Character(s): Jack Sloper, Ginny Weasley
Location: Second and River
Status: Private
Warning: Gains maturity as the evening progresses.
Summary: Jack has Ginny over for dinner and a movie.
Completion: Complete
Ginny looked at the half packed trunks in the corner of her bedroom with a resentful glare as she pulled another jumper out of her armoire. Holding it up in front of the mirror with a critical eye, she tossed it back into the carved cabinet and grabbed her standby favorite, a french-cuffed white button down and her favorite worn-demin hip hugger jeans.
You seem nervous for just a friendly dinner.
'I am not nervous. There's nothing wrong with wanting to look... decent.'
Suuurrreeee... You're just glad that little furball isn't around to get his shed all over that.
'You're doing that thing again.'
What thing?
'That talking thing.'
Finally satisfied, the petite redhead grabbed her leather bomber jacket and disapparated to the ward line and from there to the corner of Second and River, a six rack of butterbeers in her hand.
Her heart was thumping steadily as she raised a hand and knocked firmly on Jack's door.
Character(s): Jack Sloper, Ginny Weasley
Location: Second and River
Status: Private
Warning: Gains maturity as the evening progresses.
Summary: Jack has Ginny over for dinner and a movie.
Completion: Complete
Ginny looked at the half packed trunks in the corner of her bedroom with a resentful glare as she pulled another jumper out of her armoire. Holding it up in front of the mirror with a critical eye, she tossed it back into the carved cabinet and grabbed her standby favorite, a french-cuffed white button down and her favorite worn-demin hip hugger jeans.
You seem nervous for just a friendly dinner.
'I am not nervous. There's nothing wrong with wanting to look... decent.'
Suuurrreeee... You're just glad that little furball isn't around to get his shed all over that.
'You're doing that thing again.'
What thing?
'That talking thing.'
Finally satisfied, the petite redhead grabbed her leather bomber jacket and disapparated to the ward line and from there to the corner of Second and River, a six rack of butterbeers in her hand.
Her heart was thumping steadily as she raised a hand and knocked firmly on Jack's door.