RP: The best of plans... and all that...
Date: 30 March 2005
Characters: Romilda Vane, Cormac McLaggen, Colin Creevey
Location: The House on Copper Street
Status: Private
Summary: Romilda is looking forward to her date with Cormac and Colin, but she's having a few issues before she even gets dressed.
Completion: InComplete
Romilda was sitting on the end of the bed, still not dressed, as she pulled every last dress and skirt out of the cupboard. They were supposed to be going on their date to Roma tonight - a date she had been looking forward to for a couple of days.
But looking at the clothes strewn on her bed, and the miserable results of her attempts at transfiguring them, she was ready to burst out into tears. This was the last thing she needed, as nothing fit, or felt comfortable. She was beginning to feel like a bloated whale, and the fact that her only decent party dress didn't really fit at all just took her to her wit's end.
It seemed that every single day her clothes wanted to fit differently, and nothing felt right. She was even beginning to notice an uncomfortable tightness in her working apron at the Apothecary, but she had no time to wibble about that with the work she was doing. Not even the new clothes she bought with Colin the week before felt even remotely comfortable now, and she just wanted to scream. She didn't have any robes that she could easily hide under (well none that she could wear to a posh restaurant like Roma), and the way she felt right now, hiding her body under them would be just the ticket. That or hiding in her room until October.
She was standing in front of the mirror as she tried yet again to transfigure the bra to fit, and with an emotional scream, she whipped the stupid thing off, and threw it across the room in a fit of pique.
Only then did she turn and see that Cormac had come in to the room with a worried look on his face. He caught the bra in one hand, and she burst out into hormonal tears of anger and frustration. "Stupid fucking body. Stupid bloody pregnancy. I'm the size of an elephant, and I'm just getting bigger by the minute." She flopped down in the chair in front of the dressing table, naked but for a pair of knickers, and a hand on her barely increased girth.
Characters: Romilda Vane, Cormac McLaggen, Colin Creevey
Location: The House on Copper Street
Status: Private
Summary: Romilda is looking forward to her date with Cormac and Colin, but she's having a few issues before she even gets dressed.
Completion: InComplete
Romilda was sitting on the end of the bed, still not dressed, as she pulled every last dress and skirt out of the cupboard. They were supposed to be going on their date to Roma tonight - a date she had been looking forward to for a couple of days.
But looking at the clothes strewn on her bed, and the miserable results of her attempts at transfiguring them, she was ready to burst out into tears. This was the last thing she needed, as nothing fit, or felt comfortable. She was beginning to feel like a bloated whale, and the fact that her only decent party dress didn't really fit at all just took her to her wit's end.
It seemed that every single day her clothes wanted to fit differently, and nothing felt right. She was even beginning to notice an uncomfortable tightness in her working apron at the Apothecary, but she had no time to wibble about that with the work she was doing. Not even the new clothes she bought with Colin the week before felt even remotely comfortable now, and she just wanted to scream. She didn't have any robes that she could easily hide under (well none that she could wear to a posh restaurant like Roma), and the way she felt right now, hiding her body under them would be just the ticket. That or hiding in her room until October.
She was standing in front of the mirror as she tried yet again to transfigure the bra to fit, and with an emotional scream, she whipped the stupid thing off, and threw it across the room in a fit of pique.
Only then did she turn and see that Cormac had come in to the room with a worried look on his face. He caught the bra in one hand, and she burst out into hormonal tears of anger and frustration. "Stupid fucking body. Stupid bloody pregnancy. I'm the size of an elephant, and I'm just getting bigger by the minute." She flopped down in the chair in front of the dressing table, naked but for a pair of knickers, and a hand on her barely increased girth.