- Messages
- 621
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Straight 15" Ash Wand, Essence of Mermaid Scale
- Age
- 45
The last thing Gabrielle wanted was to be set up on a date. Not only did it reinforce the idea that she was sad and lonely and only had history books for company (which was true, but completely unnecessary to point out), but she had more important things to be doing. The History of Magic curriculum was in dire need of an upgrade, so she had been spending the school break preparing a proposal for the Ministry, as well as trying to fix up her lesson plans to make them engaging. Students who weren't so magically inclined liked History, others hated it. It all kept her busy and in far more pleasant work-Gabrielle mode, even when there weren't classes to be teaching. Non-work-Gabrielle was a different beast altogether.
Still, as she looked at one of her appalling microwave meals, she heaved a great sigh and decided it was best to at least go and say she had. Gabrielle was pretty lazy with her appearance most of the time, so she hadn't the slightest idea of how to put on makeup. Which meant she ended up with lips that were far too bright and horribly lined eyes, hastily blotted away with tissues and leaving slightly smudged remnants. There was little she could do with her hair, and she only had the one nice dress. Which strained a little as she put it on. The food at Hogwarts was far too good, she thought, desperately trying to make everything sit right as she wobbled in strappy heels and apparated near the destination. It was probably a good idea not to go in expecting the absolute worst, though Gabrielle didn't exactly have high hopes. She forced a smile anyway, a tiny part of her hoping she'd be proven wrong. Gabrielle was pretty much always right, though, so she doubted she would.
Still, as she looked at one of her appalling microwave meals, she heaved a great sigh and decided it was best to at least go and say she had. Gabrielle was pretty lazy with her appearance most of the time, so she hadn't the slightest idea of how to put on makeup. Which meant she ended up with lips that were far too bright and horribly lined eyes, hastily blotted away with tissues and leaving slightly smudged remnants. There was little she could do with her hair, and she only had the one nice dress. Which strained a little as she put it on. The food at Hogwarts was far too good, she thought, desperately trying to make everything sit right as she wobbled in strappy heels and apparated near the destination. It was probably a good idea not to go in expecting the absolute worst, though Gabrielle didn't exactly have high hopes. She forced a smile anyway, a tiny part of her hoping she'd be proven wrong. Gabrielle was pretty much always right, though, so she doubted she would.