<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f5/10/31/f51031136ba444fdf81f23418bb9f355.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Viola Drewitt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079450#msg16079450)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>1st September, 2022 | Late morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Walking the grounds<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with this skirt, tights, and flats (https://i1.wp.com/www.society19.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/tights.jpg?resize=255%2C616&ssl=1)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdmbjaReGmY)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Flynn Huxley (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Viola only noticed that Flynn had stepped up close when she smelled his musk and felt his presence looming over her. He cast her in shadow as she turned to look up at him and let out an unintentional squeak. She scurried away quickly thereafter, though it wasn’t so much away as it was just shuffling down the hallway, where Flynn was set to follow her anyway.<br/><br/>He laughed loudly at her parents' antics, and like it or not, his laugh was contagious, so she was laughing soon after as well. “Oh, well that’s not fair!” Viola pretended to pout after Flynn admitted that it seemed easier for guys to have to deal with prying parental questions. When he mentioned that she could tell her parents she was well versed in the act of making babies, Viola gasped.<br/><br/>Of course, his point in bringing that up was to proclaim that such an answer would likely help to get her parents off her case. “Oh, I could never go into those kinds of details with my parents. Besides, I’m a terrible liar and they’d definitely be able to tell that I was full of it. Not that they’d need that much information into my personal life.” She concluded, wide eyed.<br/><br/>Flynn picked out a table and scrubbed himself off with a napkin, mostly cleaning the dirt and grime off of himself. It was now his turn to talk about his summer, which he detailed was busy but lonely. “Aww,” she cooed, and frowned. A pitcher and two glasses appeared just then, magically, and Flynn started to pour a bit into each one.<br/><br/>Easily, he spoke about how he had missed her, even calling her his favorite person to talk to. Viola swooned visibly, her hands going to her chest as if to keep some sort of a lid over her heart, to contain it where it was, and not allow it to burst out of her chest. Flynn sat himself down with an old man noise and Viola grinned, but kept from laughing at it too overtly.<br/><br/>She joined him on the bench, sitting just a short bit away and claiming the other glass of pumpkin juice. Flynn mentioned that he’d need a long, hot shower before the welcoming feast and Viola opted not to say anything then, but rather, took a long gulp of her juice. In fact, she drank so much that some even leaked out and created a line down her jaw, dripping down her neck.<br/><br/>Reaching over for a napkin, she pulled one out of the holder and blotted it against her where the juice had managed to create a creek on her skin. Flynn finally asked if she had missed him while gallivanting through America, which made her grin. “Of course I did! But, it wasn’t like I was doing all kinds of cool things in America. Mostly just enjoying the lack of rain.” She smiled.<br/><br/>With a shake of her head, she let out a contented sort of sigh. “But this is really my second home.” She thoughtfully spoke. “When was the last time you returned to America?” She asked, while taking another sip.