RP: Bedtime
Who: Rita, Neville (ghost?)
When: Monday Nov 5, night
Where: Bedroom 1
Rating: PG
Summary: Rita and Neville get ready for bed.
Status: Complete
The note had said her things had been moved into Neville's room. And they had. Unceremoniously. Everything was back in her trunk with no order whatsoever. Some spell has just hurled it all in there and moved it from one room to the other.
Bastards.
For the first time in quite possibly ever, Rita wondered about her nightclothes. Merlin. When she slept with people, she usually didn't wear any, owing to the reason for sleeping with them. Now, though... was she underdressed? Overdressed? Surely her usual outfit of knickers and an oversized man's shirt was enough, and not too much, considering...
Oh, for Salazar's sake. Stop being ridiculous.
She brushed her teeth, removed her makeup charms and released the curls from her hair. Tied it back into a small ponytail behind her head, knowing it would fall out by the morning anyway. Took her glasses off and laid them on the bathroom sink, staring at her face in the mirror, now slightly blurred around the edges.
When Rita thought she'd given him long enough to change, she padded back into the bedroom.
When: Monday Nov 5, night
Where: Bedroom 1
Rating: PG
Summary: Rita and Neville get ready for bed.
Status: Complete
The note had said her things had been moved into Neville's room. And they had. Unceremoniously. Everything was back in her trunk with no order whatsoever. Some spell has just hurled it all in there and moved it from one room to the other.
Bastards.
For the first time in quite possibly ever, Rita wondered about her nightclothes. Merlin. When she slept with people, she usually didn't wear any, owing to the reason for sleeping with them. Now, though... was she underdressed? Overdressed? Surely her usual outfit of knickers and an oversized man's shirt was enough, and not too much, considering...
Oh, for Salazar's sake. Stop being ridiculous.
She brushed her teeth, removed her makeup charms and released the curls from her hair. Tied it back into a small ponytail behind her head, knowing it would fall out by the morning anyway. Took her glasses off and laid them on the bathroom sink, staring at her face in the mirror, now slightly blurred around the edges.
When Rita thought she'd given him long enough to change, she padded back into the bedroom.