Usually by Wednesday Zelda could see through to the end of the week, but tomorrow was Roslyn's dinner, and she was fairly confident that she was going to pass away during. So. She was stressed. She had been biting her nails at work all day and it still wasn't tomorrow, and there was only so much rattling around the Fisk house she could take before she decided that simply wouldn't do. She was also quite evidently being annoying, because it was easier to get herself released to take the floo to Dio's than it usually was.
Zelda didn't know what she was looking for, here - maybe just reassurance that Dionisia would be chill at this dinner, because Zelda certainly wouldn't - but most of her stress about her own love life vanished once she stepped out of the green fire in the floo and found Dio frozen, surrounded by letters.
Zelda wasn't in the habit of reading other people's mail, but there was a difference between reading other people's mail and simply seeing an addressed letter. Ben Crouch. Zelda looked at the letter, looked at Dio, and quirked an eyebrow which spoke volumes.
Zelda didn't know what she was looking for, here - maybe just reassurance that Dionisia would be chill at this dinner, because Zelda certainly wouldn't - but most of her stress about her own love life vanished once she stepped out of the green fire in the floo and found Dio frozen, surrounded by letters.
Zelda wasn't in the habit of reading other people's mail, but there was a difference between reading other people's mail and simply seeing an addressed letter. Ben Crouch. Zelda looked at the letter, looked at Dio, and quirked an eyebrow which spoke volumes.
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AMAZING set by MJ