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noodles · 02-06-2014, 10:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

After getting her raffle ticket from the prize table, Trixie headed towards the seating area where she could watch the main event from a perfect vantage point. The blonde chose a spot in the corner which had a decent view across all of the lanes. But the waft of food lingered around her nose and her stomach rumbled as she realised she had yet to have eaten since lunchtime and in fact she was pretty hungry.

Heading towards the table, she shot a brief glance around to see if there was anyone she knew nearby. Was that Vashti over by the lanes? Oh goodness, she would definitely be supporting her team then. There was no doubt that she missed the younger woman and mother of her godchild. Looking back to the food, the Healer scanned for a vegetarian option, finding the pesto palmiers and placing one delicately on her plate. She picked up a glass of the elderflower wine, inspecting the flute before agreeing that this would be enough for now.

She headed back over to her seat to consume her food in a ladylike manner.

Freddie's search for his wife brought him to the food and seating area. As he passed the food, he paused to have a look at what was on offer but being a finicky, unadventurous eater with a meagre appetite, he decided against the rich smelling food and opted for just a pomegranate firewhiskey instead. It sounded both refreshing and warming. Perfect for an evening like this.

Taking his drink, he spotted Trixie almost immediately. She looked lovely in a red evening dress. Freddie was his OCD, pristine self, but he was dressed casually and wished he had taken longer at home to make more of an effort. His hair was also shorter again. Not so drastically close shaved like it used to be, but neat and short cropped. He hoped, if he just acted casual, Trixie wouldn't notice. She was always weird about his hair.

"Hello, angel." The quietly-spoken man greeted his wife with a small smile and a kiss on the cheek. "..You look nice." He took a seat, and, like Trix had been doing not so long before, inspected his glass; not for measurement reasons, but to make sure it was clean. A routine habit of Freddie Broadmoor's even when he was at home, much to the irritation of everyone around him. Satisfied, he took a tentative sip. The drink was as deliciously sweet and warming as he thought it would be. A happy drink.

"Sorry I'm so late." He said, turning his attention back to Trix. "That essay was a nightmare.. but it's done. Finished. Over. ..Thank Merlin." He smiled a little.

"Have I missed much?"

02-06-2014, 10:34 PM	#19 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,260 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot After getting her raffle ticket from the prize table, Trixie headed towards the seating area where she could watch the main event from a perfect vantage point. The blonde chose a spot in the corner which had a decent view across all of the lanes. But the waft of food lingered around her nose and her stomach rumbled as she realised she had yet to have eaten since lunchtime and in fact she was pretty hungry. Heading towards the table, she shot a brief glance around to see if there was anyone she knew nearby. Was that Vashti over by the lanes? Oh goodness, she would definitely be supporting her team then. There was no doubt that she missed the younger woman and mother of her godchild. Looking back to the food, the Healer scanned for a vegetarian option, finding the pesto palmiers and placing one delicately on her plate. She picked up a glass of the elderflower wine, inspecting the flute before agreeing that this would be enough for now. She headed back over to her seat to consume her food in a ladylike manner. Freddie's search for his wife brought him to the food and seating area. As he passed the food, he paused to have a look at what was on offer but being a finicky, unadventurous eater with a meagre appetite, he decided against the rich smelling food and opted for just a pomegranate firewhiskey instead. It sounded both refreshing and warming. Perfect for an evening like this. Taking his drink, he spotted Trixie almost immediately. She looked lovely in a red evening dress. Freddie was his OCD, pristine self, but he was dressed casually and wished he had taken longer at home to make more of an effort. His hair was also shorter again. Not so drastically close shaved like it used to be, but neat and short cropped. He hoped, if he just acted casual, Trixie wouldn't notice. She was always weird about his hair. "Hello, angel." The quietly-spoken man greeted his wife with a small smile and a kiss on the cheek. "..You look nice." He took a seat, and, like Trix had been doing not so long before, inspected his glass; not for measurement reasons, but to make sure it was clean. A routine habit of Freddie Broadmoor's even when he was at home, much to the irritation of everyone around him. Satisfied, he took a tentative sip. The drink was as deliciously sweet and warming as he thought it would be. A happy drink. "Sorry I'm so late." He said, turning his attention back to Trix. "That essay was a nightmare.. but it's done. Finished. Over. ..Thank Merlin." He smiled a little. "Have I missed much?"