By the time they reached the front steps of Mr. Darrow's home Delight had taken to fixating on things such as the feeling of hot tea against her tongue, the woody smell of the fireplace, the general warmth associated with being indoors—anything to distract her from the fact that her robes were damp against her body, her tendrils of curls were weighed down and dripping icy water down the back of her neck, and that she could hardly feel her nose, which was presumably about ready to fall off by now. Or maybe she was being dramatic; she knew it was a distinct possibility, but for some reason she didn't care.
She tried to pull together what dignity she had left as she stepped behind Zelda, so close behind her in a desperate attempt to find whatever warmth the Darrow home had to offer that she stepped on the back of Zelda's shoe and stumbled the rest of the way through the door. With a sigh she met the warm air, but the atmosphere, it seemed, was colder than the icy air outside. Mr. Darrow was not alone, and although she knew to be different than most men, the way the emotion was immediately lost from Zelda's voice in favor of a robotic professionalism told her it was not just a given that he'd be alone with a random woman.
Or a not-so-random woman. Zelda didn't ask who she was. Merlin, was it too late to turn around? She could make it to the Ministry.
She cast out those thoughts because obviously it wasn't an option now, and pulled her lips into a tight, tired smile. "Hi," she said, lifting a hand in an ungraceful wave and managing to send little water droplets across the room.
She tried to pull together what dignity she had left as she stepped behind Zelda, so close behind her in a desperate attempt to find whatever warmth the Darrow home had to offer that she stepped on the back of Zelda's shoe and stumbled the rest of the way through the door. With a sigh she met the warm air, but the atmosphere, it seemed, was colder than the icy air outside. Mr. Darrow was not alone, and although she knew to be different than most men, the way the emotion was immediately lost from Zelda's voice in favor of a robotic professionalism told her it was not just a given that he'd be alone with a random woman.
Or a not-so-random woman. Zelda didn't ask who she was. Merlin, was it too late to turn around? She could make it to the Ministry.
She cast out those thoughts because obviously it wasn't an option now, and pulled her lips into a tight, tired smile. "Hi," she said, lifting a hand in an ungraceful wave and managing to send little water droplets across the room.
— DELIGHTful set by lady <3 —