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Post by astoria matilda greengrass on Nov 12, 2010 5:05:19 GMT 10
Sliding gracefully from the tub, Astoria pulled a plush bathroom (kept warm by a spell while waiting to be used) from its hook and wrapped it around herself. Padding over to a full-length mirror, she watched herself with a critical eye as her slender hands began to use the towel to dry herself off—always pat, never rub. Opening a drawer in the ornate dresser beside the mirror, the brunette pulled out a tub of expensive lotion and began to lather it over her warm, moist skin. Frowning, she paid special attention to her knees and elbows. It was a serious task, one that required all of her attention. These sorts of activities were calming for the young woman; they made her feel like she was in control of every aspect of her body. Her supple skin, her taunt muscles, her shiny hair; every aspect of her was something that could be manipulated, improved upon every day. She wasn’t getting ready for anything special. There wasn’t a ball to prepare for, or a dinner to attend. In fact, Astoria had very few plans for the day. She planned on spending the morning teaching cursive to seven-year-old girls, the only class that she had to teach for the day, and then having a friend of hers over for a nice lunch and chat. It had been a while since Lyra and Astoria had spent much time together. Between Astoria’s classes and Lyra’s work, they just had both been quite busy that summer. Astoria looked forward to having lunch with the older girl—she always had the best gossip and Astoria always relished in spending time with people a few years older than herself. Classes went fairly well—Astoria was a surprisingly patient teacher, and at that age the girls looked up to her enough to want her approval. She rarely had an disciplinary problems from such well-bred girls. Times like these always made Astoria happy to know that one day Mrs. Greengrass’ Etiquette School for Pureblood Ladies would be hers one day. After class, Astoria headed downstairs to the kitchen, where Ella and Mimsy where making cucumber sandwiches, miniature spinach pastries and iced tea for lunch. Ella and Mimsy where the Greengrass family house-elves—they were free and paid regularly, due to the fact that Astoria had had a surprisingly large meltdown when she was six upon finding out that her the house-elves she loved dearly were basically slaves. Her parents had kindly given the Mimsy and Ella clothes, but they loved working there too much to leave. Pulling out two sets of delicate china from the cabinets, Astoria helped set up lunch in the sunroom, which looked out to the beautiful garden in the backyard. Finally, Mimsy notified Astoria that a guest had arrived, so Astoria sat down and asked Mimsy to bring her in. As Lyra came in, Astoria gracefully stood back up and smiled, moving forward to kiss her friend on both cheeks, ”Lyra! Beautiful as always. How are you my, darling?’word count:: 504 tags:: Lyra notes:: sorry this took literally forever :/
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