Oliver ran his hand through his damp hair, a beige towel was wrapped around his waist. He squirted some minty toothpaste on his green toothbrush and proceeded to brush his teeth, getting ready for today's activities. After rinsing his mouth with water, followed by mouthwash, he flossed real quick and threw the thin white thread away. He slipped on some boxers with lightly faded blue jeans and a dark gray v-neck sweater with his black jacket. He put on his black and white Nike sneakers and glanced at the letter he had received just before his shower. There was a new law that was recently approved through the Ministry, that anyone over the age of eighteen had to be married by the end of the year; and hear was the catch- you was matched with someone. The name on his letter was one he hadn't recognized, which could be a good thing, or a bad thing.
Alice Leigh Tearstone. The name in bold letters stood out to him. He was terrible with names anyways, but the name Tearstone sounded somewhat familiar. Sighing he folded up the paper and stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans. He had received another letter just a few seconds before about meeting for lunch, from the young woman; Alice Tearstone. He knew he'd have to make time for this, but it would be difficult to seeing as how Quiddich practice started in two weeks. The try-outs was last month, so at least that was out of the way.
He checked himself over once more spraying some Old Spice cologne on himself and heading to where they was meeting for lunch. He was a couple minutes earlier, and first to arrive. A wave of adrenaline rushed through him. He's only been on a blind date once, and it turned out terribly. So he was anticipating this. He found himself wondering what this girl was like, what she even looked like, if she was chubby or if she was slim, this helped pass the time.
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Evangeline, most often called Eva, was sprawled out on her bed. She had already showered, but hadn't began getting ready yet, and she didn't want to. This whole idea and getting married thing was stupid as hell, and she didn't want any part of it, but apparently she had no choice. Groaning after hearing her mom call after her for the third time, Eva got up out of bed and looked through her closer before grabbing a pretty dress, the color of lavender, it could go well with her milky skin and fiery red hair and blazing green eyes. She pulled it on. It flowed around her knees, the straps thin, the top criss crossing around the chest area. She put on white sandal wedges and dried her hair, letting it curl naturally. She applied natural make-up on her face after brushing her teeth and walked downstairs to meet her parents and youngest brother, Allen, who was dressed on khaikis and a orange Polo shirt. "Oh, honey, you looked adorable." Mrs. Hastings said, gawking at her daughter.
Eva rolled her eyes and forced a smile on her face. "Thanks, Mom. Where's Dad?" Eva asked, looking around for her father. "He is finishing getting ready himself, you two are so much alike." Eva smiled once again, having to force it. After Eva's father joined them, they headed to the Malfoys'.
Draco Malfoy, once a followed of the Death Eaters. Why she was matched to him, Eva would never know. The last she heard he was an awful person, she hadn't heard one nice thing about him, not to mention he was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor, and he was pure-blooded and Eva was half-blooded, or what he could call a "muggle". She stood in front of the door, watching her "muggle" father ring the door bell and her wizard mother standing behind him, Allen holding her hand, and Eva beside them. They waited for the door to be opened.
Alice Leigh Tearstone. The name in bold letters stood out to him. He was terrible with names anyways, but the name Tearstone sounded somewhat familiar. Sighing he folded up the paper and stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans. He had received another letter just a few seconds before about meeting for lunch, from the young woman; Alice Tearstone. He knew he'd have to make time for this, but it would be difficult to seeing as how Quiddich practice started in two weeks. The try-outs was last month, so at least that was out of the way.
He checked himself over once more spraying some Old Spice cologne on himself and heading to where they was meeting for lunch. He was a couple minutes earlier, and first to arrive. A wave of adrenaline rushed through him. He's only been on a blind date once, and it turned out terribly. So he was anticipating this. He found himself wondering what this girl was like, what she even looked like, if she was chubby or if she was slim, this helped pass the time.
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Evangeline, most often called Eva, was sprawled out on her bed. She had already showered, but hadn't began getting ready yet, and she didn't want to. This whole idea and getting married thing was stupid as hell, and she didn't want any part of it, but apparently she had no choice. Groaning after hearing her mom call after her for the third time, Eva got up out of bed and looked through her closer before grabbing a pretty dress, the color of lavender, it could go well with her milky skin and fiery red hair and blazing green eyes. She pulled it on. It flowed around her knees, the straps thin, the top criss crossing around the chest area. She put on white sandal wedges and dried her hair, letting it curl naturally. She applied natural make-up on her face after brushing her teeth and walked downstairs to meet her parents and youngest brother, Allen, who was dressed on khaikis and a orange Polo shirt. "Oh, honey, you looked adorable." Mrs. Hastings said, gawking at her daughter.
Eva rolled her eyes and forced a smile on her face. "Thanks, Mom. Where's Dad?" Eva asked, looking around for her father. "He is finishing getting ready himself, you two are so much alike." Eva smiled once again, having to force it. After Eva's father joined them, they headed to the Malfoys'.
Draco Malfoy, once a followed of the Death Eaters. Why she was matched to him, Eva would never know. The last she heard he was an awful person, she hadn't heard one nice thing about him, not to mention he was a Slytherin and she was a Gryffindor, and he was pure-blooded and Eva was half-blooded, or what he could call a "muggle". She stood in front of the door, watching her "muggle" father ring the door bell and her wizard mother standing behind him, Allen holding her hand, and Eva beside them. They waited for the door to be opened.