RP: Aches

[poisoned_quill]

Who: Rita, anyone
When: Sept 9th, evening
Where: Garden
Rating: TBA
Summary: This manual labour stuff is hard work, and Rita thinks she deserves a drink.
Status: Complete

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[potion_failure]

Romilda emerged from the house, just pulling her hair back into a ponytail. The job she had done with Neville had been finished well in time. She walked out into the garden, wanting to take another look at what they had done. She thought it looked great. Neville was a wonder when it came to plants and she had been all too glad that she had gotten to work with him.

[poisoned_quill]

Rita watched with some amusement as Neville threw himself down in the grass, then hastily righted himself when he rolled over and realised he was once again on his back in the garden in her presence.

And they were back to that, were they? The awkwardness? Rita refused to acknowledge it. She smiled and sipped her drink. "Evening," was all she said.

Actually, she wanted to tell him about the question she'd been forced to answer during Big Brother's punishment, but she'd not had a moment to talk to him in front of others, let alone in private.

The back door opened and Romilda emerged. Rita took another sip of her drink - perhaps a larger one this time. Speaking of awkward questions...

Right. Um. Moving on.

"I suppose we owe ourselves congratulations," she said to neither of them, or both. "It's looking great out here. I hope everyone pulled their weight."

[potion_failure]

Romilda looked over at Rita, ignoring her remark for a moment. "Are you going to drink that bottle all by yourself or do you intend to share?" She sat herself down and gave a small wave at Neville.

[nevilletherebel]

"I..."

Romilda appeared, and he was embarassed to be caught outside with Rita. It almost seemed ludicrous. He folded his arms around his knees and leant forwards over them. "I'd like a little to drink too, if it isn't too much trouble. I'd summon something but...I do hope we get our wands back tomorrow. Although there's some people I think don't deserve to get them back..."

[poisoned_quill]

"Go for it," Rita replied with a smile, passing the bottle over to them. "I didn't bring any spare glasses out, though, sorry."

She rolled her shoulders. Merlin, this work had taken its toll on her. There were two sets of muscles just below her shoulder blades that were particularly affected - the same muscles that were often used to propel wings.

"We'd better get our bloody wands back," Rita replied. "If we all get punished for the laziness of a few..."

[potion_failure]

Romilda got up with a sigh and walked into the kitchen, coming back with two more glasses. She sat herself back down and poured both of them, before handing one to Neville.

[nevilletherebel]

"I know...I just think it'd be their just desserts," He looked up at Rita as Romilda walked into the kitchen, opening his mouth to say something, but far too slow, because Romilda returned again.

"Th-thanks." He said, taking the glass.

[potion_failure]

"Welcome." She nodded and took her sip of her own drink, staring off into the garden.

[poisoned_quill]

Rita noticed Neville looking like he was about to talk, but then closing his mouth again as Romilda returned from the kitchen. Interesting. What had he been going to say?

"I suppose the people who put in the effort will get more points, though," she replied, swirling the drink in her glass. "Though I still haven't quite figured out what use the points will be to us. Do either of you have any ideas?"

[nevilletherebel]

"Maybe it all comes down to the win?" he asked, sipping his drink and closing his eyes. "If we last that long, of course. I'm surprised some of the people in this house aren't being more proactive, though. You'd think they'd be going out of their way to be more likeable...like you, Rita...; like Daphne and Pansy, too."

[poisoned_quill]

"I thought one of us would win simply by virtue of being the only one left, but I suppose the Ministry haven't been entirely forthcoming with us up til now, have they?" She snorted.

Sipped her drink again, then thought of something. "By the way, Neville - you've been holding out on us. You never mentioned that fabulous little crop we've got growing over there." She waved a hand in the general direction of the place she'd spotted a certain five-leafed herb thriving.

"I wonder if we might find some rolling papers and tobacco in the kitchen if we think hard enough. Do you think you could cut it for us?"

[nevilletherebel]

"Oh...oh, that." He glanced over towards the plants growing by the fence and then glanced back at Rita. "There are lots of potion herbs in this garden...I've used a few of them already."

He stood up slowly and went to the plants, brushing his fingers carefully over the leaves, then smiling and plucking a few of the flowers from the tips of the plant, leaning down to sniff them as he wandered back over to the group.

"I've got a much better idea." He leant over and dropped one of the flowers into each of their glasses. "Give it a shake first," he suggested, putting his hand over the top of his glass and shaking it hard, then dropping the hand away. "Firewhiskey is magically potent...it'll work much more efficiently."

[potion_failure]

Romilda cocked an eyebrow at the small leaf Neville dropped into her glass. "No, thanks." She muttered and put the glass aside.

[poisoned_quill]

Rita smiled and swirled the bud in her glass, then glanced at Romilda, arching a brow.

"No thanks?" she asked. "From Miss-Absinthe-for-Breakfast? Oh, come on..." she chuckled and took a sip.

The buzz was instant - mellow and strong, and she swirled the glass again, blinked and regarded them both over her glasses. "It's good to live with a herbologist," she remarked.

[nevilletherebel]

"Actually, this is no different to Absinthe." He sat up and looked between the two of them for a moment. "The only difference is that we're adding the marijuana ourselves, whereas in Absinthe, the wormwood has already been infused for you."

He blinked up at the pair of them and then licked his hand clean, closing his eyes. "A little acrid...they'll be much nicer tomorrow, with a little more sunshine."

He wiped his hand clean on the grass then took a sip of his drink.