- Messages
- 708
- OOC First Name
- Rowan
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Daisy ) ( Lesbian
- Wand
- Curly 14 Inch Sturdy Maple Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
- Age
- 4/2030 (31)
Tonight was the definition of bittersweet for Lizzie. This dance was a celebration, after all, both of love, and in Lizzie and Rose's case, a job well done. They had worked hard to organise the rose deliveries, and a day gone smoothly felt well worth celebrating. She would have made sure to find Rose and celebrate their efforts, but a date had fallen in the other girl's lap at the last minute, and Lizzie was happy for her, but it also left her with nobody in particular to talk to, and a strange, uncomfortable feeling that she could only call pre-nostalgia. This was really it. Lizzie's final ever school event. Graduation would be coming so soon, and then life in the world beyond. No more roses, no more dances, no more classmates, or Quidditch team, or house pride. It almost made Lizzie ache to think about. She felt like tonight had to be perfect, the epitome of a perfect high school dance, something to remember forever. But she didn't have a date to share it with, didn't have a friend to make memories with. All Lizzie had was the perfect dress she had been saving, and herself. Making her way to the snack table, Lizzie poured herself a drink, looking around for a moment. She would go dance soon, certainly, but she wanted to see if there was anyone around to talk to, maybe dance with. Make tonight special.