User: confusion_fall (posted by tending_mills) Date: 2010-05-13 23:25 Subject: Ron and Neville's Flat. Midnight on a Wednesday. Open to anyone who might be there. Security: Public

Mills apparated into the livingroom looking none to pleased. "Oi, Gryffie," she called down the hallway. "Come here." She headed to kitchen, found a beer in the fridge, and took it with her to the couch.

Ron had been hearing plenty about how intolerable Blaise was being lately. Over the last three months, he'd had four of his songs on the wireless from a handful of bands. Finally, money was rolling in and trampy little witches were creeping out of the house in the morning. The best bet was that this late night visit was also about Blaise.

User: ron_tastic Date: 2010-05-15 22:31 (UTC) Subject: (no subject)

Ron kissed Millie and wrapped his arms around her before answering. "Maybe. I don't think so, I haven't heard anything from that direction in a few hours. Why?" He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.