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Savannah Davies ([info]jot_it_down) wrote in [info]valesco,
She let out a giggle at the mention of Gilderoy Lockhart’s ‘dreamy golden locks’, finding his laugh and smile to be contagious. “Oh, he makes sure you notice his hair within the first 5 seconds of an interview. ‘Isn’t my hair fabulous?’ ‘Don’t you just love the way it waves so gently and glistens in the sunlight?’” She rolled her eyes. “The man is handsome, I can’t deny him that, but he has the personality of a wet sponge…completely self absorbed.” Her eyes went back to looking at the menu, but his question brought her attention back to him. Her shoulders shrugged a little, and her fingertips played with the laminated page of the menu, eventually giving him an appreciative smirk.

“I suppose you’re right…” She gnawed at her lower lip again as she lowered her eyes away from his, thinking over all the reasons why she hadn’t tried to get away from Witch Weekly and enter a more prestigious form of journalism. “I’ve thought about it – leaving my job to do what I’ve always wanted…” Her eyes lifted again to meet his. Something about his gaze was calming, making her feel less antsy and jittery about the fact that they were on a date.

“I was prepared to pack up my things and leave a few years ago, but…I hit a few road blocks. New laws were passed, making it a bit more difficult for me to get a new job, let alone keep the one I already had. Now, I just have no excuse other than being afraid to take that next leap.” She shrugged again, and then flipped the page of her menu, even though she wasn’t done looking through everything. After that, she reached forward for her glass of water, took a small sip, and then placed it back down before turning to look back up at him.

“So, was playing professional Quidditch always your dream?” She didn’t want to monopolize the conversation and have it all be about her - partially because that felt rude, and partially because there were too many things she wasn’t sure he’d want to hear about on a first date, let alone the first time he was ever meeting her.


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