Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 21:38:28 GMT -8
The sight of the owl was not alarming. She'd seen it once before. It had come with an apology note from Mr. Rabastan Lestrange. He was a handsome enough bird, to her at least. She found his misshapen face and often disheveled feathers to be rather charming. Integra rather liked owls actually. Where as most people found them pesky and nippy, Integra admired their looks and the misleading imagery they posed. The more loathsome the better. This particular bird always had a foul expression in his large orange eyes which very much pleased Miss Echoes. The book in her hand made a soft thud as she closed it and sat up in her lounging chair. How the bird had gotten into the common room, she didn't know as she had not been paying attention. "Well??
The bird gave her an irritated hoot and perched on the back of her chair looking down at her and nipping at her propped up knees. "Oi!! Quit that! She swatted at him lightly and took the parchment from him. "No need to be pushy. I get it." He gave her another low somber noise and then picked at her hair a bit before leaving. She didn't pay any attention to where he went or how this time either as she was now busy fixing her eyes on the sharp slanted penmanship of Rabastan Lestrange.
Integra,
I'd like it very much if you could accompany me for the evening. I will be in Diagon at 6 and hope to see you. I apologize for the short notice.
Your's,
Rabastan.
It sounded more like a formal invitation to a dinner party or ball or something stuffy like that. She'd been to Purist Dinner Parties before as a child. Her mother had even hosted a few. They were dull and boring and her mother always made her look just perfect with little shoes and dresses and curls. Sickening. She was just glad the letter wasn't from her father or mother. Again. Naturally the girl would have just ignored it in that case. However, coming from Rabastan, Integra grew more and more curious about what it was he wanted. It was only 4 now and a trip into Knockturn didn't sound horrible. She had been meaning to restock on poison candles.
With a hefty sigh, her legs swung off the arm of the chair and she made her way to her dorm. Suppose she'd have to change. "Oh what ever shall I wear?! The girl cackled at her mocking tone and threw the book on her nightstand. Crap. What the hell was she going to wear? Did he like the way she dressed or did he think she should be more conservative? Or maybe it wasn't revealing enough?? That was hardly possible. She'd been practically naked on some weekends. The weather was now her one deciding factor. It was growing more and more chilly as the year faded away and Integra was cold as it was.
Her arms reached far into her trunk as she dug around in it. She'd found some boots she liked, and some pants but the top was tricky. Finally she settled on a dark green blouse with a droopy neck line and very low cut back. Why was she even bothering to dress up? She'd never tried this hard before. Then again, part of his trying hard to be her boyfriend required her to actually give it an attempt to be a girlfriend worth trying for. She dressed rather quickly and took a second to pretty her face. The ugly scar on her eyebrow was annoying but nothing could be done about it and she'd grown used to it over the years.
Magic was wondrous and she was glad her mother had made her read all those girl magazines to pick out a dress because she could now magically curl her with out difficulties. With a few pins and a little more magic, Integra swooped it to one side and tucked it over her right shoulder. This was going to have to be good enough as she simply could spend no more effort on her looks. It was exhausting. She still had about an hour now and decided she had better be off if she wanted to stop for a few things first.
Pulling her emerald cloak around her shoulders Integra left her dorm and was in Knockturn Alley in seconds. The floo network was a lovely thing if you knew how to manipulate it's barriers. Integra loved Knockturn Alley. She'd stayed here with family over Christmas vacation when she was little and had adored it since. With her nose pushed against the glass of a window she was watching the price of that spine she wanted so badly. Alas it was a little out of what money her father had let her have for the time being. "You'll have to earn the rest, you selfish little brat."
He was such an ass. Turning from the shop window she made her way to the candle store and stocked up on what she was looking for and tucked them away in her enlarged cloak pocket. She really needed to get going and began creeping through the dank and musty alley way toward the Diagon gate. Turning right, Integra made her way down to Florish and Blots and looked into it's windows as well. The cafe's around the alley were growing busy and Integra was growing weary of all the crowds but once her eyes set on a stack of books about hexes and how to make them last, she was perfectly content with the people moving around her.
A few moments went by and as she glanced up at the sea of people, there was one absolutely unmistakable head. His long hair was a dead give away. As was the jutting way his face poked from behind it. He looked...bloody gorgeous even surrounded by happy bustling do gooders. Swallowing, Integra looked back at the books pretending not to have seen him. It was a coy move on her part. Her being dazzled by something she knew he loved. And looking so damn lovely while doing it. Her cold hand reached up to brush the tiniest of hairs out of her eyes as she marveled at the pages. Of course she knew how to look stunning. And she knew how to keep it looking realistic. Even if she was just trying to get his attention.
