J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. Teaparty ::Semi-Screened for Female Chars Under 30::

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Madam Rosmerta has cleared away most of the usual tables and booths. There are still a few small tables scattered around the large room, and a cheery fire is crackling in the fireplace. Along one wall are long tables loaded with tea sandwiches, scones, petit fours, candies, biscuits and other rich treats. On the opposite wall there is tea with all the accoutrements, a fountain type punchbowl, and coffee for those who prefer it to tea. Butterbeer is also available on request.

The tables hold bouquets of early spring flowers -- snowdrops, narcissus, and crocus in pink, yellow and white. There are soft yellow, pink, and white ribbons on the candle sconces, as well.

In a back room, the models from Gladrags are bustling around, changing into the various cloaks and robes they will be showing the attendees. They can't be seen, but it is possible to hear their indistinct chatter.

After checking the arrangements with Madam Rosemerta, Ginny stands near the door, nervously waiting for Emma to show up, and worried about whether the party will come off well, and very excited about her friends meeting each other. She's dressed in an aqua green Muggle dress with small yellow flowers, and wearing the new silver snitch necklace Harry gave her.



((While screened for female characters under the age of 30, the Three Broomsticks is a public facility, so it is possible for other characters to crash the party. It'll be a lot easier if they're disguised as a female under thirty, though. *wink*))

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[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*loves kitties and animals of all sorts; bends down to pet this one, who seems a bit familiar*

Hullo, kitty. How'd you get in here, then? You'd best be careful or Madam Rosmerta will throw you out.

*slips the kitty a saucer of cream and a bite of tea sandwich*

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*very startled to see Professor McGonagall there in place of the kitty*

Oh! Errr, hullo there, Professor. *isn't about to suggest she doesn't belong, even though it's obvious she doesn't.

Um, no, you're not intruding at all. *it's a free pub, after all* It is our JAILBAIT teaparty, but I'm sure no one will mind your being here, too. One of the new Professors is also here. *wasn't sure if this was a good thing to say, or not*

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh, thank you, ma'am. You like very ... nice yourself today. *looks over at Glory, sitting at a table drinking wine* It's the new Astronomy Professor, the Magnificent Glor-, err, Professor Glory. Have you met her? I believe she's in our new *cringing* House.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Oh, well that's nice.

*has no clue what a couple of adult ladies would consider important issues, but since it probably has nothing to do with boys or Quidditch, assumes it's something dreadfully boring; tries very hard not to let how boring she thinks it might be show*

*looks over at Glory* It's rather hard to tell with gods, isn't it?

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

The younger gods are less self-controlled? I'm afraid I only know the gods I've met here at school this year, and they seem nice enough, but you would know more than me, of course.

Of course I don't want you to leave, Professor McGonagall! *is utterly horrified that she might have implied that* Have you had a chance to look at any of the fashions yet?

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*smiles warmly at her* The girls don't wear much plaid anymore, no. But some of the boys do, sometimes. *doesn't realize that might have been the wrong thing to say because she was too busy thinking about one of Harry's shirts*

I'm sure Professor Glory would like that very much. No need to be a cat, at all. *thinking cats have an easier time spying out mischief* Please do stay, as yourself, Professor. I'm sure it's very, errr, reassuring to the other girls to have you here watching over us.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, good evening then, Professor and thank you for coming.

*wanders off to gossip with her friends and try some more of the spiked punch*