- Messages
- 761
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Wand
- Knotted 14 Inch Rigid Spruce Wand with Doxy Wing Core
- Age
- 3/2001
Irene wiped her hands on a cloth and placed her hands on her hips as she looked over her work. Not bad, she thought, clearly impressed with her own work. She didn't cook very often since she was the only one in her home usually, but today she was going to have a guest over. She hoped that toiling over a hot stove all day would be worth it. Irene was supremely grateful to be a wizard because even with a wand and a bunch of charms at her disposal, she'd still spent a lot of time running around her kitchen. As she peeked at the pie baking in the oven once more, Irene glanced at the time and let out a little shriek. It was nearly the time she'd told Damien to be over by.
Racing upstairs, Irene waved her wand and her outfit flew out of the closet towards her and she threw it on. It was times like these that she wished she were a metamorphmagus. With a sigh, she looked in the mirror and began to quickly apply blush, then eyeshadow and then lip gloss. She kept an ear out for the sound of the door because she'd left it unlocked for him.
Racing upstairs, Irene waved her wand and her outfit flew out of the closet towards her and she threw it on. It was times like these that she wished she were a metamorphmagus. With a sigh, she looked in the mirror and began to quickly apply blush, then eyeshadow and then lip gloss. She kept an ear out for the sound of the door because she'd left it unlocked for him.