Phoebe Callwell
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 167
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Age
- 6/2028
Phoebe Calliwell in all her stubborn glory stood next to Rudolf wearing the uncomfortable gown her mother requested she wear. There was a huge regret in Phoebe's stomach when she mentioned the boy she was going to be hanging out with this summer was taking her to a nice restaurant in Italy. Phoebe hadn't been back to Italy since she'd been moved out of Rome for the religious views of witchcraft. Her parents had been afraid she'd be discovered and harmed - though witch hunts hadn't happened in such a long time the worry seemed unfounded to the blonde. Her mother insisted that red suited her best - and then smacked her behind her head when she agreed. Her mother didn't take her blind jokes as lightly as she did.
"Rudolf are you sure we're allowed to be at dinner unescorted? Your parents are going to think it's a date." She hissed the last word playfully. The Gryffindor was too proud to admit that she'd begun thinking it was as well. After all, the minute she started to like Rudolf was game over if she were honest. He deserved someone going somewhere - considering he was going to be a famous auror one day she was sure. The blonde waited, dissallowing Rudolf any sort of lead and using a point-me stick instead.
"Rudolf are you sure we're allowed to be at dinner unescorted? Your parents are going to think it's a date." She hissed the last word playfully. The Gryffindor was too proud to admit that she'd begun thinking it was as well. After all, the minute she started to like Rudolf was game over if she were honest. He deserved someone going somewhere - considering he was going to be a famous auror one day she was sure. The blonde waited, dissallowing Rudolf any sort of lead and using a point-me stick instead.