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sweetpinkpixie · 02-06-2014, 02:13 AM

Knowing full well that Jorge would be doing anything BUT Daily Prophet work this evening, Basil cleared out his not-so-busy evening schedule to attend the event. He had even bothered to put on one of his best red plaid sweaters for the shindig. While he would have preferred to attend this as his other self, slip in inconspicuously and be more of a 'fly' on the wall, face time with the world was also necessary. Plus, he could at least show his reporter that he DID get out.

Even if it was to this place where germs were EVERYWHERE.

Spraying his hands with his tiny tiiiiiiiiny bottle of rubbing alcohol, he approached the prize table and made sure not to touch anything. He was also going to be sure to disinfect his ticket once he got it. No telling just where all it had been prior to landing in his hands.

While he was sure that it was going to be Harley that would take longer to get ready tonight, his hair had ended up being a bit more of a struggle than he had anticipated. However, after about an hour in front of the mirror the crisis had been averted. He knew his hogging the mirror had probably made Harley one grumpy woman, but he was hopeful that the fact that she got to dress up and look even more knock-out-ish than usual would put her in good spirits.

He was counting on it anyway.

Or should could pretend that the pins she was knocking down were his face until she let all the annoyance at him out. That could work too. He just hoped she was in a good mood come midnight.

Taking the bowling boots he had bought out of his black leather bag, laces tied together so he could sling them over his shoulder, he looked at his girlfriend and grinned. "So, between the two of us, who do you reckon will get the most strikes tonight?"

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,976 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	#100141 astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Knowing full well that Jorge would be doing anything BUT Daily Prophet work this evening, Basil cleared out his not-so-busy evening schedule to attend the event. He had even bothered to put on one of his best red plaid sweaters for the shindig. While he would have preferred to attend this as his other self, slip in inconspicuously and be more of a 'fly' on the wall, face time with the world was also necessary. Plus, he could at least show his reporter that he DID get out. Even if it was to this place where germs were EVERYWHERE. Spraying his hands with his tiny tiiiiiiiiny bottle of rubbing alcohol, he approached the prize table and made sure not to touch anything. He was also going to be sure to disinfect his ticket once he got it. No telling just where all it had been prior to landing in his hands. While he was sure that it was going to be Harley that would take longer to get ready tonight, his hair had ended up being a bit more of a struggle than he had anticipated. However, after about an hour in front of the mirror the crisis had been averted. He knew his hogging the mirror had probably made Harley one grumpy woman, but he was hopeful that the fact that she got to dress up and look even more knock-out-ish than usual would put her in good spirits. He was counting on it anyway. Or should could pretend that the pins she was knocking down were his face until she let all the annoyance at him out. That could work too. He just hoped she was in a good mood come midnight. Taking the bowling boots he had bought out of his black leather bag, laces tied together so he could sling them over his shoulder, he looked at his girlfriend and grinned. "So, between the two of us, who do you reckon will get the most strikes tonight?" __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes Last edited by Govoni; 02-06-2014 at 02:47 AM.