RP: Relaxing?
Characters: Madam Rosmerta
Location: Upstairs room at the 3Bs
Date: November 3, 1999
Status/Warning:Private/Swearing
Summary: Rosie lets out her frustration
Completion: Complete
Crash! Glass shattered as it hit the wall. "Fucking arsehole!" she shouted. It had been three days since the party and the fight. While she was thankful nothing had been seriously damaged. Just a few broken chair legs, which she fixed with a quick sticking charm. However, the fact that he was part of the fight made her blood boil. So she was upstairs in her living area, throwing things at the wall in to hope get relieve herself of all the anger she had inside.
Picking up another empty wine bottle and tossed it against the wall. CRASH! What was he thinking? What was I thinking? I should have been paying more attention. Mask. He was wearing a bloody mask to hide. Rosmerta began to pace the floor murmuring to herself. She was having an internal struggle with who she was more mad at; Malfoy for coming the party or herself for not noticing.
Screaming, she threw another empty bottle at the wall. Better security. That is exactly waht I need. Is there a charm that would keep someone out? she thought. Finally, exhausted from all her bottle throwing, she sat down on the couch. With a flick of her wand, Rosie cleaned up all the broken glass that was scattered around the room. Why couldn't he have just stayed away?
Location: Upstairs room at the 3Bs
Date: November 3, 1999
Status/Warning:Private/Swearing
Summary: Rosie lets out her frustration
Completion: Complete
Crash! Glass shattered as it hit the wall. "Fucking arsehole!" she shouted. It had been three days since the party and the fight. While she was thankful nothing had been seriously damaged. Just a few broken chair legs, which she fixed with a quick sticking charm. However, the fact that he was part of the fight made her blood boil. So she was upstairs in her living area, throwing things at the wall in to hope get relieve herself of all the anger she had inside.
Picking up another empty wine bottle and tossed it against the wall. CRASH! What was he thinking? What was I thinking? I should have been paying more attention. Mask. He was wearing a bloody mask to hide. Rosmerta began to pace the floor murmuring to herself. She was having an internal struggle with who she was more mad at; Malfoy for coming the party or herself for not noticing.
Screaming, she threw another empty bottle at the wall. Better security. That is exactly waht I need. Is there a charm that would keep someone out? she thought. Finally, exhausted from all her bottle throwing, she sat down on the couch. With a flick of her wand, Rosie cleaned up all the broken glass that was scattered around the room. Why couldn't he have just stayed away?