Violetta Crouch
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- Wand
- Ebony Wood, 9'¼" Essence of Unicorn Tail Hair
Standing in the kitchen with her hands clasped around the body of her wine glass, Violetta waited calmly for her date. The knock at the door at the door seemed to take forever, but at last it came. The mature woman approached the front entrance, unlatching the mechanism after a halting moment of peering through the spyhole. The man of the hour had arrived.
"Do come in," Violetta beckoned, her sense of hospitality never too far off. The man stepped inside the house, wiping his thunderous feet against the scrubbing bristles of the welcome mat. He nodded his thanks, the ring which hung from his nose twisting forward and back as he did so.
"I trust your journey was a swift and safe one?"
Violetta stepped back to allow the door's closing. The weather outside remained fresh and calm in the wake of this muscular man. She watched him passing her by and heading straight towards the coat rack, lifting off his jacket and drawing flowers from within. He proceeded to present these as a gift.
Violetta fluttered her lashes, a rosen smile laid heavily across her cheeks. "They're beautiful," she shined, gracefully accepting the bouquet, "thank you."
Leading him into the open-plan space of the living room, Violetta motioned invitation for him to sit, before summoning two glasses and a bottle to her side. "Wine?"
"Do come in," Violetta beckoned, her sense of hospitality never too far off. The man stepped inside the house, wiping his thunderous feet against the scrubbing bristles of the welcome mat. He nodded his thanks, the ring which hung from his nose twisting forward and back as he did so.
"I trust your journey was a swift and safe one?"
Violetta stepped back to allow the door's closing. The weather outside remained fresh and calm in the wake of this muscular man. She watched him passing her by and heading straight towards the coat rack, lifting off his jacket and drawing flowers from within. He proceeded to present these as a gift.
Violetta fluttered her lashes, a rosen smile laid heavily across her cheeks. "They're beautiful," she shined, gracefully accepting the bouquet, "thank you."
Leading him into the open-plan space of the living room, Violetta motioned invitation for him to sit, before summoning two glasses and a bottle to her side. "Wine?"