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.

[potion_failure]

"So what?" Romilda snorted. "I still make my own choices, don't I?"

She rolled her eyes. She was not too keen on drugs in general and she knew she was a bit of a hypocrite for giving into the temptation of alcohol, but she'd shush herself by telling herself it simply came with the job application.

[nevilletherebel]

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to offend..." He flushed and looked away, sipping again at his drink and then setting it down on the grass, closing his eyes. "It takes a little longer than if you take it any other way, but it's far better."

He looked briefly towards the house, as though expecting someone else to join them.