RP: Pigmentation
Date: 8 July 2005
Characters: Ginevra Weasley, Rabastan Lestrange
Location: Ginevra's Home on Observatory Hill
Status: Private
Summary: Ginevra feeds Rabastan for a change.
Completion: Complete
Rabastan made his farewells and left the reception at the Museum at 5:30, giving him time to apparate home and change out of his more formal wizarding robes into comfortable linen trousers and a green shirt. He had become quite spoiled by his muggle tailor and considered having his magical tailor try to incorporate the lines of his more comfortable muggle business wear into a set of business and formal robes. The old man was very good, but very traditional. Being asked to used a newer cut might be the death of the old Italian robe maker.
By 5:55, Rabastan had apparated most of the way to Ginevra and finished walking the rest of the way in. The tattoo at his ankle was tickling as it answered the wards, and Rabastan decided that he would have to analyze Miss Granger's technique someday when he had some spare time. Walking up the road, he curved around the side and knocked on Ginevra's front door, then turned to admire the forest below while he waited.
Characters: Ginevra Weasley, Rabastan Lestrange
Location: Ginevra's Home on Observatory Hill
Status: Private
Summary: Ginevra feeds Rabastan for a change.
Completion: Complete
Rabastan made his farewells and left the reception at the Museum at 5:30, giving him time to apparate home and change out of his more formal wizarding robes into comfortable linen trousers and a green shirt. He had become quite spoiled by his muggle tailor and considered having his magical tailor try to incorporate the lines of his more comfortable muggle business wear into a set of business and formal robes. The old man was very good, but very traditional. Being asked to used a newer cut might be the death of the old Italian robe maker.
By 5:55, Rabastan had apparated most of the way to Ginevra and finished walking the rest of the way in. The tattoo at his ankle was tickling as it answered the wards, and Rabastan decided that he would have to analyze Miss Granger's technique someday when he had some spare time. Walking up the road, he curved around the side and knocked on Ginevra's front door, then turned to admire the forest below while he waited.