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Govoni · 10-14-2015, 11:01 PM

Simply for the sake of getting to know her Ministry co-workers, Marilyn firmly click!-clacked! her way across the Atrium's hard stone floor; dress swishing and eyes sharp as she entered the venue being used for orientation.

Naturally, she was the last to arrive; not for nothing, of course. Olivia had been in the states over the past week with her father, for a muggle Disney trip, and she'd just returned that afternoon. So, Marilyn had been spending much needed time with her daughter, whom she'd been a little lost without if she were being honest. Even if the small blonde was painfully Gryffindor at this point...AND it had been perfect timing since Liv wouldn't have forgiven her mother had she not been able to help her dress for an event. Fashion was something they did together, and as odd as it might've seemed, she valued her daughter's opinion. Olivia already had a sharp eye for it...and she was only ten. Marilyn had absurdly high hopes for her future.

Face schooled with her usual calculating look, she parked herself at one of the small tables without notecards, glancing around at other occupants as she adjusted her dress. Also, it definitely had a speed-dating feel, but that was ridiculous. She was NOT sat here for that reason...So, if anyone dared approach, they'd better only have platonic intentions in mind or she'd roast them.

Figuratively...or literally. It was dependent on the approach.

10-14-2015, 11:01 PM	#8 (permalink)
Govoni MO & DMLE Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Dragonstone Posts: 15,584 Hogwarts RPG Name: Lyric Bayliss-Black Slytherin Fourth Year x12 x12	We wants to plaaaay! Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese Simply for the sake of getting to know her Ministry co-workers, Marilyn firmly click!-clacked! her way across the Atrium's hard stone floor; dress swishing and eyes sharp as she entered the venue being used for orientation. Naturally, she was the last to arrive; not for nothing, of course. Olivia had been in the states over the past week with her father, for a muggle Disney trip, and she'd just returned that afternoon. So, Marilyn had been spending much needed time with her daughter, whom she'd been a little lost without if she were being honest. Even if the small blonde was painfully Gryffindor at this point...AND it had been perfect timing since Liv wouldn't have forgiven her mother had she not been able to help her dress for an event. Fashion was something they did together, and as odd as it might've seemed, she valued her daughter's opinion. Olivia already had a sharp eye for it...and she was only ten. Marilyn had absurdly high hopes for her future. Face schooled with her usual calculating look, she parked herself at one of the small tables without notecards, glancing around at other occupants as she adjusted her dress. Also, it definitely had a speed-dating feel, but that was ridiculous. She was NOT sat here for that reason...So, if anyone dared approach, they'd better only have platonic intentions in mind or she'd roast them. Figuratively...or literally. It was dependent on the approach. __________________ We live in cities you'll *never* see onscreen..._______________________________________________ So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a *palace, within our dreams...____________ We're on each other's team*._____