Finley slowly closed her laptop, and placed it on the coffee table in front of her. She took a deep breath in and tried to keep calm, though in her mind, she was just about freaking out. Roderick had popped up, and she was back from running away to New York, and they had started to talk again. And now she was about to go to his house, and she was so scared, because she was so certain that he wouldn't, he couldn't take her back. But she'd take her chance. And whatever happens, well, she would let it happen, with her head high, and her dignity in place.

She walked over to her closet, choosing a simple white shift dress, with a long black cardigan, black tights, and black boots. She wanted to look comfortable, not too dressed up, but... good, too. Confident. She wanted to look confident. She grabbed her phone, her wallet, and her purse, and found the little velvet jewelry box sitting on the counter. She placed that in her bag, and set it on her vanity. Her newly chopped hair needed a brush, but after she combed through it, she felt complete. Quickly petting Darcy and Luna, she shut off the lights, and shut and locked the door. 

After all of the events that had occurred over the past few days, Finley felt tired. She felt worn down and her head hurt and she felt as if she had aged 20 years in about two days. She was excited to see Roderick, as it felt like ages since they had seen each other last. But Finley was afraid she had lost her appeal. For Roderick had always seen her as this golden girl; a brilliant beam of sunshine. Right now, Finley felt like a heavy rain cloud.

She got dressed for their night together, for the fireworks. Now, she dressed for warmth and comfort, over vanity. She got all that she needed, heading out of her apartment, and waking to her car. She drove her old trick over to Roderick’s, parking outside. She walked to his door, knocking quietly, feebly. A sad, small smile crossed her face.

He was dead. She couldn’t believe he was dead. Roderick Faegan, the boy she all but loved. It boiled her blood, it did. Because it didn’t matter that he was part of Slytherin, and that she was pretty sure at the time of his life, he didn’t return her feelings. None of that mattered now. He was gone, and never coming back, and it made Finley feel absolutely numb. She would find out who killed Roderick, and avenge his death, she would. 

Finley couldn't stop the spread of a smile that lit up her face, when she shut her laptop. She had to sit back on the sofa for a second, and just relinquish the happiness that was surrounding her right now. She hadn't realized how much she had missed Roderick. She was fond of him. She missed his blue eyes, and the color of his cheeks when he blushed. She missed his long leather jackets, and the air of mystery that surrounded him every where they would go. She missed his cologne and his scruffy cheeks that tickled when they kissed, and she just missed him, a lot. And it wasn't until he suddenly reappeared online that she realized to the level her longing to see him was. It hit her a bit, like a fast train, but she was positively beaming, now that they had plans for dinner.

She stood up, and walked over to her closet. She wanted to look... good. She did, and she wouldn't deny herself of that. But she didn't want to look too fancy, she didn't want to look like she was trying too hard. She picked out a simple black romper- it highlighted her shape and sillouete, but wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest. She sported a pair of small black heels, which made her legs look they could go on for days. She brushed out her hair, waving it a bit, and applied her normal makeup - a black cat eye and bright red lipstick. She felt good. She was happy.