Post by Brigid Finnigan on Dec 5, 2012 4:44:03 GMT -5
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Hey, girl, what's up? It's been a while since Parents' Day, which translates as a while since I saw your beautiful smile and you had a fashion-hopeless to impart wisdom on, seeing as your friends are all wonderfully dressed.
I met a girl the other day; she's into fashion design like you. Except she's older than me - not by much, I don't think - and she's very Australian. She was at this thing - it was called a "press conference", but it's hardly as if London is overrun with magical newspapers, so it was more like a trumped up mass interview - because her boyfriend knew the Keeper, I think? It wasn't important. She ended up talking to me by default, I think - I was the only girl there not sexually harassing a player for an interview, and on top of that, I was wearing "ridiculously unflattering robes". They were my uniform, but whatever? Anyway, she's an Alexander McQueen intern, and she's very glamorous - long blonde hair, legs that she knows how to showcase and all of that. I swear that half of the boys' eyes fell out of their sockets. She gave me her card, which obviously I'm not likely to use seeing as I already have an amazing fashion guru sister - and I don't think she liked me all too much. Then again, she didn't exactly seem like a girl that liked anybody very much - but I kept it anyway, in case, I don't know, you ever wanted to meet her. Her name's Georgia something. Deveaux? Levereaux? Devereux? Something fancy-sounding, and not very Australian.
How's school, ladybug? Fuck that, I hate school, that should never be the basis of a question - how's life, including school?
I guess I'll be seeing you soon, seeing as Da's already sending me letters about how I should be there all holiday and tell Coach to go to hell with training. I doubt that'd go over well, but either way, I'll see you. And hey, if the house gets too small and everything else gets too big, you can always kip with me at my place. There's three rowdy boys in the apartment opposite me, but they've all got sisters and cousins around your age - like your friend Vera! David lives opposite me, I'm not sure if I ever told you that - so they'll be all chill with you hanging around, if you wanted.
Love you, buttercup. xxx
- B
((ooc: she misses moira quite a bit, and she feels very out of the loop with everyone's lives, thus the strange endearments she's giving out. she does that when she's concerned. :L))
Hey, girl, what's up? It's been a while since Parents' Day, which translates as a while since I saw your beautiful smile and you had a fashion-hopeless to impart wisdom on, seeing as your friends are all wonderfully dressed.
I met a girl the other day; she's into fashion design like you. Except she's older than me - not by much, I don't think - and she's very Australian. She was at this thing - it was called a "press conference", but it's hardly as if London is overrun with magical newspapers, so it was more like a trumped up mass interview - because her boyfriend knew the Keeper, I think? It wasn't important. She ended up talking to me by default, I think - I was the only girl there not sexually harassing a player for an interview, and on top of that, I was wearing "ridiculously unflattering robes". They were my uniform, but whatever? Anyway, she's an Alexander McQueen intern, and she's very glamorous - long blonde hair, legs that she knows how to showcase and all of that. I swear that half of the boys' eyes fell out of their sockets. She gave me her card, which obviously I'm not likely to use seeing as I already have an amazing fashion guru sister - and I don't think she liked me all too much. Then again, she didn't exactly seem like a girl that liked anybody very much - but I kept it anyway, in case, I don't know, you ever wanted to meet her. Her name's Georgia something. Deveaux? Levereaux? Devereux? Something fancy-sounding, and not very Australian.
How's school, ladybug? Fuck that, I hate school, that should never be the basis of a question - how's life, including school?
I guess I'll be seeing you soon, seeing as Da's already sending me letters about how I should be there all holiday and tell Coach to go to hell with training. I doubt that'd go over well, but either way, I'll see you. And hey, if the house gets too small and everything else gets too big, you can always kip with me at my place. There's three rowdy boys in the apartment opposite me, but they've all got sisters and cousins around your age - like your friend Vera! David lives opposite me, I'm not sure if I ever told you that - so they'll be all chill with you hanging around, if you wanted.
Love you, buttercup. xxx
- B
((ooc: she misses moira quite a bit, and she feels very out of the loop with everyone's lives, thus the strange endearments she's giving out. she does that when she's concerned. :L))