Post by camila calderón on May 30, 2019 11:43:50 GMT -7
February 23, 2025
The clock was ticking.
Camila's first outing as Julieta had been interesting, to say the least, but she knew that she probably didn't have much longer to spare before the effects of the Polyjuice Potion began to wear off. She kept checking the time everywhere that she could, just so that she stayed within her limits. Running through her head were constant calculations. Instead of the usual entrances and exits, it was how quickly she could get from place to place.
She had promised Germán, her manager, that she would not take this opportunity lightly. He had done her the favor of letting her pretend to be his niece, so the least she could do was not mess it up. Until she checked her phone for the time while looking through some blouses at a boutique called C'est La Vie.
She could see, too, that her hair—blonde as Julieta—was beginning to darken back to her own brunette. Was she seeing things in her reflection? Camila hurriedly shoved the phone back into her purse and glanced around. There were people everywhere—other shoppers in that same store, even. She had to find a way to get back to her security guard and Apparate away before she was found out.
Camila picked up one of the blouses, plus a few other garments nearby. With no intention of actually trying any of them on with time so against her, she had no reason to check the sizes. She just had to grab what she could and find a fitting room.
On her way over, she brushed past a girl who must have been around her age and wound up dropping one of the blouses she was carrying. Hastily, she picked it up again without making eye contact. She had to get where she couldn't be seen and wait, somehow, until she could leave without being spotted.
@helena
Camila's first outing as Julieta had been interesting, to say the least, but she knew that she probably didn't have much longer to spare before the effects of the Polyjuice Potion began to wear off. She kept checking the time everywhere that she could, just so that she stayed within her limits. Running through her head were constant calculations. Instead of the usual entrances and exits, it was how quickly she could get from place to place.
She had promised Germán, her manager, that she would not take this opportunity lightly. He had done her the favor of letting her pretend to be his niece, so the least she could do was not mess it up. Until she checked her phone for the time while looking through some blouses at a boutique called C'est La Vie.
She could see, too, that her hair—blonde as Julieta—was beginning to darken back to her own brunette. Was she seeing things in her reflection? Camila hurriedly shoved the phone back into her purse and glanced around. There were people everywhere—other shoppers in that same store, even. She had to find a way to get back to her security guard and Apparate away before she was found out.
Camila picked up one of the blouses, plus a few other garments nearby. With no intention of actually trying any of them on with time so against her, she had no reason to check the sizes. She just had to grab what she could and find a fitting room.
On her way over, she brushed past a girl who must have been around her age and wound up dropping one of the blouses she was carrying. Hastily, she picked it up again without making eye contact. She had to get where she couldn't be seen and wait, somehow, until she could leave without being spotted.
@helena
