<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>Returning to Hogwarts and searching for Flynn<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/>When Flynn came to a full stand, Viola gulped audibly. Her lashes blinked furiously as the sight of him in a grungy shirt truly hit her mind. Thankfully, she hadn’t been so distracted that she lost her will to speak. Actually, talking was the only thing she had to hold onto in order to keep up the facade that she was completely unaffected by his sweaty appearance.<br/><br/>But, once she ran out of things to say, Viola’s gaze fell. Hearing him speak as he looked the knitted gift over, Viola barely registered what he was saying, and instead focused entirely too much on the way his shirt clung to him in places, was damp in others, and his skin glistened in the sun. If he asked her a question, she didn’t hear it, but just nodded her head and hummed, as if that were an answer.<br/><br/>She had to admit, when he first took hold of the bird, she cringed a little – inwardly – at how dirty he was making her handmade gift just by touching it. But, that thought hardly burrowed in her mind when she was faced with the glimpse of Flynn’s stomach, and subsequently, the trail of hair from his navel downward.<br/><br/>The lower that her gaze descended, the more her throat clenched and her breathing halted. By the time his shirt lowered again, she had to breathe in a huge gasp of air to make up for the lack of oxygen for the last few seconds. “Yeah… dirty.” She cleared her throat a little too loudly, then shook her head, as if snapping out of some sort of daydream. To his offer for a drink and to catch up, Viola nodded, a sheepish smile taking over her face.<br/><br/>“Yes! Let’s go… do that.” She awkwardly worded her sentence, before making her way to the grand doors and yanking one open as hard as she could. “My trip wasn’t too bad. The flight is always ridiculously long, but I had my little tablet to make things easier. And that was nice – I could finally catch up on some Netflix series I’ve been meaning to watch.”<br/><br/>“And then visiting my family is always the same. They like to ask if I have any prospects yet, and when I’ll give them grandkids. It’s mostly my mom pushing it, actually. My dad feels bad that I completely shut down when she goes there, and then he tries to patch things up. It’s basically like that every time.” Viola sighed. Once she felt like she was rambling, Viola turned to look at Flynn, walking with him all the while toward the great hall.<br/><br/>“How was your time here? Did you miss me?” She asked in a friendly enough tone.