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Oh, oh, oh, Morgana! Jovi hummed the tune along in her head as she slipped her slippers on. Okay, so they were less slippers and more fluffy heels but whatever, she liked to look good day or night. It ran in the family on both sides. The Rowle's were rich and powerful. They had style beyond wildest dreams. The Parkinson's had style but weren't powerful or exactly what she would consider rich but Dora had enough to get by on while she was living with Fin. Jovi was relatively certain that Fin was buying her clothes. Why Dora just didn't cut her losses and settle down was beyond Jovi. She was a pureblood, one of the sacred 28, even with what her father had apparently done. There were plenty lesser purebloods that had enough money and could take care of her but she wasn't ready to settle down, Jovi was even certain Dora felt like she didn't deserve it but that was ridiculous. Hello! Sacred 28! Did she think that meant absolutely nothing?! At least she had Fin to fall back on. Her Gay, not gay, best friend or whatever then hell she liked to refer to him as.

Jovi made her way to the mirror, checking her face and hair before fixing her pyjama's before leaving her room. She knew very little about Fin but what she did know she rather liked. He was handsome, rich, sacred 28, single. What more was there to know? He had his own business, a night club, and it was one of the most popular places in the magical world. Or at least in London any how. It was a shame he was so much older, well, a few years, but she could wait. She didn't much like the idea of guys that dated girls still in school, it just screamed pervert and gave Jovi the creeps. A year apart maybe wasn't so bad but anything more than that was something that should probably get looked into by actual professionals, people like her dad made a lot of money out of people with issues and people wouldn't be running out of issues that needed fixing or complaining about any time soon.

Fin's house wasn't as large or as extravagant as she'd thought it would be. It was lovely she supposed and it was absolutely immaculate, but after having seen him at all those fancy soirees she thought he'd be the type to have a large mansion. Something with at least 75 rooms, this had what? Less than 35 probably. She supposed he was still single. Perhaps he'd have something larger whenever he settled down. If he ever settled down. He was the last of his line so it was his duty to produce some heirs but he was young, hot and completely loaded. There was no way a guy like that was going to settle while he didn't have to. Jovi figured if he was still single next year then maybe she'd try for a little fun with him, see if he was the type she might one day settle down with, but she wasn't holding her breath, there were plenty of guys around and every single one of them was the same.

Walking through the manor was rather lovely. Fin had decorated it - or had had it decorated - rather tastefully and the layout was simple enough to not get lost, or perhaps it was just because she was good with directions or because the place wasn't all that large. Either way the kitchen was downstairs and Jovi had neglected to take a glass of water to bed with her. A night out with Dora was all sorts of fun but Jovi wasn't prepared to face the consequences of little to no water overnight after quite a bit of drinking was going to require more than just potions to assist in rehydration and pain relief or really just plain pain avoidance. She'd never had a hangover before and she didn't fancy starting now.

Twirling her wand in her fingers she absentmindedly walked down the hallway quietly. She turned a corner to hear voices coming from the kitchen up ahead and she stopped, not wanting to interrupt. Well not while she was unaware for the conversation topic at hand. So tiptoeing silently along the hall Jovi listened in carefully to the conversation, words becoming clearer the closer she got but what were they saying? Jovi hovered a little near he doorway, waiting and listening, recognising both the voices, a sly little smirk across her lips wondering what her cousin Rodolphus and Fin would have to talk about in Fin's home at this unmagical hour. Perhaps, and she was holding out hope for this, but perhaps it was something dark and exciting. Jovi bit the bottom right side of her plump lip, holding it in place with her brilliantly white teeth, wand no longer being toyed with but resting gently in her hand, held pointed to the ground.

Tag: Finley Charles Avery and Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 833
Notes: <3 Mwahahahaha! Let the fun, begin!
Outfit: Sweet Dreams!