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RP: 'Girls Night In'

Feb 09, 2007 11:33

Date: February 9, 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Irma Pince
Location: Hillview
Status: Private
Summary: Rita and Irma have a 'girls night in' and watch some muggle films on the box thingy. All of Rita's selection have significant sapphic undertones (how uncanny, I had no idea)
Completion: Complete

( Rita hopes it might turn into a 'sleepover' )

irma pince, place: private residence, february 2005, rita skeeter

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shh_irma February 9 2007, 15:19:34 UTC

Irma breathed heavily upon reaching the top level at Hillview. The trip to visit Rita had enabled her to take a brisk constitutional walk from work - she didn't dare apparate when she hadn't been there before - and it felt good to get the blood flowing. Glancing at the door, she knocked briskly.

shh_rita February 9 2007, 15:41:41 UTC

When the knock came on the door, Rita rose. She paused briefly to check herself in the mirror near the door - nothing special, that evening, just a simple dark grey skirt and plum satin blouse (she didn't want to unnerve the woman, looking like she was ready for what she'd been planning) - then moved to open the door.

Merlin on a bicycle, had Irma walked? She looked flushed and breathless and damn, how could she not know that she looked perfectly decadent like that?

Rita smiled. "Evening, Irma; come in." She pulled the door open all the way and stepped aside to let the other woman past. "How are you?"

shh_irma February 9 2007, 16:03:39 UTC

Irma smiled briefly as she greeted Rita. "Hello. I am well, thank you. I've come almost straight from work. How have you been since I last saw you?"

She began to unbutton her brown coat as the other woman talked. When it finally was off, she took it on an arm. "Erm, you wouldn't happen to have some place I can put this?"

shh_rita February 9 2007, 16:24:42 UTC

She closed the door behind Irma and moved a little further inside. "Oh, busy, mostly - I trust you saw the Prophet. The Minister meant I spent my last weekend in London publishing and distributing. I think it was well-received, though."

She moved forward and took Irma's coat from her, hung it on a rack of hooks on the wall beside the mirror. She hadn't even put it there, the mirror. It seemed her muggles had been every bit as vain as she was.

"Straight from work? They must be keeping you occupied. Would you like a drink? Something to eat as well, maybe, if you've been at work all day. I'm sure I have something in here that isn't pathetically single-woman-who-prefers-pubs." She chuckled, leading Irma toward the kitchen.

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shh_irma February 13 2007, 11:44:08 UTC

"I suppose I shall have to see if I can acquire some more of these moving pictures," Irma only said. "I can see that it is an excellent way to spend an evening."

She took a sip of her drink. "We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don't blow them, who else will?" she quoted. "Certain aspects of the film were familiar."

shh_rita February 13 2007, 11:55:22 UTC

An excellent way to spend an evening. Rita smiled. Only Irma could be so practical about things so artistic and beautiful. She chuckled. She suspected Irma was practical about everything.

"Definitely," she replied, leaning her head back against the lounge. "I think anything that captures humanity in any sort of real way will be familiar. I was... I don't know. Young, when I saw it. Nine or ten, maybe. Interesting what you remember and what you forget. All those glamorous, beautiful women. I wanted to be them." She looked at Irma again.

shh_irma February 13 2007, 13:21:16 UTC

Irma rolled her shoulders. They were stiff from sitting still for so long. "I suppose it is an universal feeling. We want to be admired, for something. We dream of becoming someone - a Quidditch star, a journalist or an author."

shh_rita February 13 2007, 13:38:32 UTC

Rita sipped her drink again, thought about that. "I don't think my dreams were as concrete as that, as a child. I just wanted to be in the thick of things, and I learned fairly early on that I had a talent for storytelling. What about you? What was your dream?"

Surely she hadn't grown up wanting to be a librarian. Not that there was anything wrong with that - Rita had quite a respect for it - but she couldn't image it having been someones childhood dream.

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shh_irma February 14 2007, 20:57:02 UTC

Irma only looked on in shock as Rita pin by pin released her hair. What did this mean? What was happening? Her mind tried to come to terms with the situation, and what it was.

Rita wanted her? She frowned. Rita wanted her? Irma Pince? She bit her lower lip, and pulled slightly back ( ... )

shh_rita February 14 2007, 21:41:04 UTC

Shit. She could hardly move as Irma rose, knowing it was pointless - she'd seen from their last night out that once something spooked her, nothing could stop her from running away.

Fuck. Fuck and Merlin and jesuschristfuck, she'd gone too fast after all.

Direct and to the point will usually get you what you want, rather than beating around the bush. She heard Irma's voice in her head, and snorted. Liar.

Well, Irma certainly couldn't say she hadn't been warned now. Rita just hoped she hadn't scared her off completely.