RP: A Day in the Sunshine
Date: 23 June 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Ollivander, anyone else
Location: Brendon and the Modesty Rabnott Golden Snidget Reservation, Somerset
Status: Public-ish
Summary: Rita and Ollivander head out for the day.
Completion: Complete
Rita certainly hadn't thought this through. Oh, she still wanted to go, of course - enjoying wizarding markets and sunshine would be quite lovely, but just what type of shoes did one wear when they expected to be making at least a short visit into a nature reserve? Logic would say sensible shoes - possibly those horrid white things with laces, but Rita didn't have any sensible shoes, and damned if she'd be caught dead in a pair of transfigured trainers.
No. No, these heels would have to do. If and when they went walking on grass, she'd test the softness of the ground and transfigure her shoes accordingly. She was not wearing flats. Merlin. She was short enough as it was.
Satisfied with her decision and problem-solving skills, she apparated to the shop and knocked on the door. Apart from the night he had rescued her from alcohol poisoning at the Five Alarm, Rita didn't think she'd actually been out in public with Ollivander, as such. Not that she minded being seen with him, of course, and not that anyone was likely to know them, anyway. Just an interesting thought.
What would Irma Pince call this? A social outing? What would Caradoc Dearborn call it? A date?
Rita chuckled. She didn't think either word came even close to describing a day out with Ollivander.
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Ollivander, anyone else
Location: Brendon and the Modesty Rabnott Golden Snidget Reservation, Somerset
Status: Public-ish
Summary: Rita and Ollivander head out for the day.
Completion: Complete
Rita certainly hadn't thought this through. Oh, she still wanted to go, of course - enjoying wizarding markets and sunshine would be quite lovely, but just what type of shoes did one wear when they expected to be making at least a short visit into a nature reserve? Logic would say sensible shoes - possibly those horrid white things with laces, but Rita didn't have any sensible shoes, and damned if she'd be caught dead in a pair of transfigured trainers.
No. No, these heels would have to do. If and when they went walking on grass, she'd test the softness of the ground and transfigure her shoes accordingly. She was not wearing flats. Merlin. She was short enough as it was.
Satisfied with her decision and problem-solving skills, she apparated to the shop and knocked on the door. Apart from the night he had rescued her from alcohol poisoning at the Five Alarm, Rita didn't think she'd actually been out in public with Ollivander, as such. Not that she minded being seen with him, of course, and not that anyone was likely to know them, anyway. Just an interesting thought.
What would Irma Pince call this? A social outing? What would Caradoc Dearborn call it? A date?
Rita chuckled. She didn't think either word came even close to describing a day out with Ollivander.