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WHERE: the City's shopping district.
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WARNINGS: None. Except Sally being her usual pushy self.
SUMMARY: Sally lies and instead of talking business she decides that Snape needs to upgrade his 19th century wardrobe.
FORMAT:
Sally was a horrible, no-good rotten liar, and she didn't even feel an ounce of guilt. After catching news that Danny had gone, she mourned the City's loss of another swell fella before taking it as a sign that she needed to get her head in the game and start planning for both the ball and the date auction. It was like the weight of the world was back on her shoulders, but at the very least she had some shadowy figure helping her behind the scenes.
And of course, she had been genuine when she contacted Snape, telling him to meet her at that cafe where they first met to talk about business-related things. But upon mulling it over as she waited outside the cafe, she realized that perhaps she should take advantage of this and actually own up to her threat of taking him out to buy an updated wardrobe.
After all, it was sort of business related. She wanted him to show up to the finished event, and she wouldn't let her behind-the-scenes man stalking around like some overgrown bat or something. She was half-tempted to consider taking him to a hair stylist who would know what to do with that hair of his, but clothing was a less touchy subject than hair and might as well fix up one thing for a man who fussed as much as her seven-year-old kid.
not_polish and bestunrevealedWHERE: the City's shopping district.
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon
WARNINGS: None. Except Sally being her usual pushy self.
SUMMARY: Sally lies and instead of talking business she decides that Snape needs to upgrade his 19th century wardrobe.
FORMAT:
Sally was a horrible, no-good rotten liar, and she didn't even feel an ounce of guilt. After catching news that Danny had gone, she mourned the City's loss of another swell fella before taking it as a sign that she needed to get her head in the game and start planning for both the ball and the date auction. It was like the weight of the world was back on her shoulders, but at the very least she had some shadowy figure helping her behind the scenes.
And of course, she had been genuine when she contacted Snape, telling him to meet her at that cafe where they first met to talk about business-related things. But upon mulling it over as she waited outside the cafe, she realized that perhaps she should take advantage of this and actually own up to her threat of taking him out to buy an updated wardrobe.
After all, it was sort of business related. She wanted him to show up to the finished event, and she wouldn't let her behind-the-scenes man stalking around like some overgrown bat or something. She was half-tempted to consider taking him to a hair stylist who would know what to do with that hair of his, but clothing was a less touchy subject than hair and might as well fix up one thing for a man who fussed as much as her seven-year-old kid.
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Spinner's End wasn't like that, but he knows Grimmauld Place was, certainly. Of course, it was it's own special brand of creepy, and not because it was run down.