Callidora Ismene Black (callidora) wrote in parsellemouthe,
@ 2008-02-05 20:56:00

Who: Callidora and Harfang
Where: The foot of the staircase, Great Hall, Hogwarts
When: Monday evening, seven-thirty.
What: Rounds!
Why: Sara wants to have some sort of vague, business-like relationship established- since they HAVE been in school together for SEVEN YEARS- before the shit hits the fan with Cedrella and Dora finds herself affianced to a Longbottom.

At seven twenty-five on the dot, Callidora Black appeared at the foot of the staircase. Evening it might have been, but her blouse and skirt were perfectly pressed and no hair on her head was askew; neither did she sit on a step to await her partner, or even lean. Her posture was ramrod-perfect. The Head Girl would keep up appearances no matter what, thank you very much.

Not that she relished the idea of doing rounds with the Longbottom boy. She didn't mind his company, certainly, but he was far from a friend, barely even a peer, really, and that only because his family had managed to retain its purity minus any wealth or dignity. And she'd been planning to spend the evening quietly, finish up some assignments, that sort of thing. But a Head Girl had to do what a Head Girl had to do. She glanced at the clock- not impatient, of course, that wasn't becoming, but not terribly pleased to stand here waiting either.

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harfang
2008-02-06 03:14 am UTC (link)

At slightly after seventy twenty-seven, post meridian, Harfang's head appeared from one of the stairwells leading down to the basement, the rest of his ungainly form following behind. For his own part, the heir to his particular branch of the Longbottom family had combed his hair and smoothed his jumper before leaving his dormitory. He'd made certain to leave a few minutes early in order to arrive before 7:30, and he couldn't cover up the crestfallen look that briefly tugged his features down when he sighted Callidora standing by the stairs.

Fighting the urge to jog, he made himself walk calmly over to the Head Girl, sweat-dampened palms itching to go into his pockets - but that wouldn't do, not in front of Callidora. "Good evening, Miss Black," he greeted the young woman in his most sophisticated tone. "Shall we begin?" He gestured with one arm, taking in the staircase and what lay beyond - their rounds.

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callidora
2008-02-06 04:11 am UTC (link)

Callidora had missed Harfang's approach due to her scrutiny of the clock, but she didn't jump at the greeting, just turned rather quickly and covered up her surprise with an absent-minded smile. He was not only on time, but early; that was good.

"Good evening," she returned with a nod. "I think we shall." She hesitated a moment, considering; etiquette said to let the man go first, of course, but she outranked him. Compromising, she took a few slow steps, hoping that he'd take the hint to walk along with her. And because silence wasn't polite- "How are you today, Mr. Longbottom?"

	callidora 2008-02-06 05:29 am UTC (link)
	Well, that sounded like a disparagement of his prefect duties, and that got a bit of a Look from Callidora, but she refrained from scolding him. "I'm sure you'll have time when you get back," she said evenly instead. "Or, if worse comes to worse, in the morning. I do hope it's all right," she added, relenting. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	harfang 2008-02-06 05:34 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, well, I doubt it's urgent..." Harfang scrambled to recover. "She just wrote that she was sneezing. Lacey, that is, not Pippa. Well, Pippa wrote that Lacey was sneezing." He exhaled sharply. "There's probably nothing I can do, but I thought I'd offer to help." He shrugged. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	callidora 2008-02-06 11:42 pm UTC (link)
	Again, Callidora had to stifle a giggle as Harfang stumbled over his explanation. Really, he was almost endearing. Almost all of the boys of her close aquaintance were a good deal more suave than this. "And are you much of a veterinarian, Mr. Longbottom?" she asked, taking care to keep her voice sweet in an attempt to put him at his ease again. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	harfang 2008-02-11 01:06 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, no, of course not!" Harfang insisted. But then, "Well, I mentioned it to Pippa, but only because she'd asked about my day! I'm sure she wouldn't have told anyone. Maybe it was Riley?" he offered sheepishly. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	callidora 2008-02-11 03:06 am UTC (link)
	Well. Callidora had to admit that that was reasonable. Still, respect was one thing, jumpiness another. "Do," she murmured after a minute. "It would actually be the most respectful thing, since I've requested it, don't you think?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	callidora 2008-02-11 03:17 am UTC (link)
	"Did you give warning that I'd be out?" Callidora asked after several minutes. "I haven't seen it this quiet since everyone was down with that awful fever two years ago, do you remember? Only it hadn't gotten into the Dungeons yet, so we Slytherins were pulling all the rounds, and everyone was too ill to sneak about." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	harfang 2008-02-11 03:21 am UTC (link)
	"Of course not," Harfang assured her, attempting, mostly successfully, to keep the nervous squeak from his voice. "I only told Pippa, and she had no reason to spread it about." A brief pause as he thought back to his fifth year, then, "Yes, I was in the hospital wing for three days, it was awful." (Reply to this)(Parent)