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hogwartsexpressed2021-05-08 04:07 pm
amaryllid) wrote in hogwartsexpressed2021-05-08 04:07 pm
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for dromedablack
[OOC: from here!]
The shopping area she'd suggested was not as central to gossip as Diagon or surveillance as Knockturn. Going out among Muggles was really too big a risk on two fronts—the Muggles themselves, and being reported.
The tea room Meda recommended looked all right: charming and inconspicuous. Cissa paused outside. She wasn't given to fidgeting—she'd had a poise since childhood that could conjure tiny crystal quadrupeds and oversee a score of Elves on house finance while balancing four books and Aunt Walburga's cat on her head. It gotten her praise from the Parents and driven Bella raving. (…what didn't, though…) Right now, though, the fingers of one gloved hand worked at those of the other.
Cissa hoped she'd dressed correctly. She wanted to show nicely enough as befit their shared House (because, yes, in the important ways, she and Meda would always remain sisters Black) to show respect and welcome, while also inconspicuous (usually the opposite of intent). Oh well. Cissa was rather good at Glamours, but that felt foolish, so nothing to do about it now. She entered the tea room.
The interior matched the outside with a nice balance of formality and comfort. They may not be at the heart of Society here, but this place still knew how to comport to it. Meda's choice of table, as agreed, was not in its own separate room but in a far corner for privacy. Good. In all ways, Meda's once-unchallenged taste and judgment was nicely displayed.
Cissa couldn't help stiffening her shoulders and back. Once, Meda was the only company Cissa could relax with. They'd see how things were, now…
The shopping area she'd suggested was not as central to gossip as Diagon or surveillance as Knockturn. Going out among Muggles was really too big a risk on two fronts—the Muggles themselves, and being reported.
The tea room Meda recommended looked all right: charming and inconspicuous. Cissa paused outside. She wasn't given to fidgeting—she'd had a poise since childhood that could conjure tiny crystal quadrupeds and oversee a score of Elves on house finance while balancing four books and Aunt Walburga's cat on her head. It gotten her praise from the Parents and driven Bella raving. (…what didn't, though…) Right now, though, the fingers of one gloved hand worked at those of the other.
Cissa hoped she'd dressed correctly. She wanted to show nicely enough as befit their shared House (because, yes, in the important ways, she and Meda would always remain sisters Black) to show respect and welcome, while also inconspicuous (usually the opposite of intent). Oh well. Cissa was rather good at Glamours, but that felt foolish, so nothing to do about it now. She entered the tea room.
The interior matched the outside with a nice balance of formality and comfort. They may not be at the heart of Society here, but this place still knew how to comport to it. Meda's choice of table, as agreed, was not in its own separate room but in a far corner for privacy. Good. In all ways, Meda's once-unchallenged taste and judgment was nicely displayed.
Cissa couldn't help stiffening her shoulders and back. Once, Meda was the only company Cissa could relax with. They'd see how things were, now…
sorry for the delay!!
The fact that they'd corresponded in the first place was more than she'd ever hoped for and that Cissa was willing to meet her... and okay, she was nervous. Not that anyone could likely tell other than those familiar with mannerisms. Meda had checked her outfit (because once a Black always a Black) and smoothed out her hair. Ted was at work and Nymphadora was visiting with her grandparents, it was the right time to get away and spend time with her sister.
She'd arrived earlier than agreed to ensure everything was just right because the last thing she wanted was for either of them to be uncomfortable. She was pleased when the table she'd requested was just right and nodded approvingly, giving her thanks to the host. In the minutes that passed from her arrival to Cissa's, she'd gone from thinking time was moving far too fast and time was moving far too slow.
When Cissa arrived, Meda stood from the table and walked around the table to greet her with a warm smile. Cissa, to no surprise, looked so poised and flawless - something she had always admired in her sister. "Cissa, it's wonderful to see you," she said and reached out a hand, not daring to go for a hug as she would want to do.