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Post by Roger Davies on Jan 25, 2014 1:41:06 GMT
"Oh... I just needed to relax a little after a day of Quidditch practice" Roger said, although rough was not really the right word to use. The worst day of Quidditch practice in his life would have been more appropriate.
"So where are you going in such a hurry?" he asked her. He got the feeling she was going through a rough time also. Maybe she also needed to take her mind off everything.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jan 25, 2014 3:22:54 GMT
"Home." Nodding, Roslyn gave a slight shrug. "I have a lot on my mind. I'd hoped coming here would help, but it only served to remind me that alcohol is not a source of comfort for me." Laughing Roslyn shook her head. "I don't mean to be a dead end, Roger." Looking up at him, Roslyn gave up on her façade of everything being okay. "I've a lot to deal with, and I won't drag you into my affairs. So on that note... I'll see you around."
Making her way towards the door, Roslyn tried to shake off the faint sense of guilt. She wasn't usually one to turn down a conversation with someone familiar, but in all honesty with her current predicament talking to Roger would be of no help. Imagine that, seeking comfort in a man she'd slept with in order to get away from thoughts of the one she'd fallen for. That was a mess Roslyn refused to be apart of if she could help it. She had enough to deal with.
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