sometimes the honest thing never comes true /moira

[Brigid Finnigan]

Brigid slapped the bug that was crawling up her arm, before flicking it off her skin and grimacing at the slight stain. Tergeo-ing it, she chucked her wand into her boots, before resuming her search for Moira. Lavender had arrived with Brigid, and was off somewhere looking for Patrick, most likely, and Brigid thought Seamus had mentioned coming earlier to look for Siobhan, but she wasn't certain.

She was looking for Moira. She'd even worn a dress, specifically chosen to gather Moira's opinion - that Australian lass that she'd run into at the dress shop had seemed glamourous enough, but there was no opinion in fashion that Brigid trusted more than her sister's. The dress was orange - strapless, short, with buttons, a belt to cinch in the waste, and pockets, because Brigid couldn't bear to wear something that seemed completely useless - and while the girl had decided the dress suited her (despite her initial frustration that her doll aka Brigid refused something more glamorous), Brigid wanted Moira's opinion. She knew she didn't look bad, and she didn't really care, but she figured that it couldn't hurt to get her sister;s opinion on the odd time she got to see her.

Spotting a familiar girl, Vera, with a girl with long brown hair, before Vera split off, Brigid cupped her hands around her mouth and called out, "Moira!"

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ooc: is this okay? and here - dress

[Moira Finnigan]

Moira was a little less excited about Parent's Day than she thought she would be. She loved her parents and wanted to see them, but with everything going on at school - her slipping grades, her oversleeping, her falling asleep during lessons, and so on - she really didn't want them around. They were going to be so disappointed. She had seen them coming and had managed to evade them skillfully, then went about looking for someone she knew.

There were a lot of people in the castle, making it a little difficult for Moira to breathe. She hated crowds. It was a new fear; she felt as if she couldn't escape quickly if she needed to. She felt insecure and afraid not having an easy exit route. As she tried to make her way towards the entrance to get some fresh air, a swirl of orange caught her eye. She did a double-take, because it was so vibrant against the rest of the colors, and recognized the body and the hair and the face, though she could only see half of it. Then she heard the girl, her sister, call out her name.

Pausing, Moira turned and slipped her way through the crowd. She came up beside Brigid and touched her arm gently. "Excuse me!" she said over the burst of laughter of the crowd next to them. "Have you seen my sister?" The dress, the color, the everything... it was not Brigid. She looked gorgeous, yes, but Moira never would have thought that her sister would have worn a dress like that.

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((ooc: it's perf! and i love that dress ^^ this is moira's outfit, paired with these!))