Davina - Blog Posts
I'm actually obsessed with her it's painful
David Tennant as DAVINA in Rab C. Nesbitt | S03E02 ‘Touch’ | 10/?
Also if u have a specific character or scene you'd recommend pls comment it <3
Rewatching I believe in unicorns cuz idk if I should break up with him or not (I kinda feel like Davina rn)
How do we like this theme? Think like unicorns, fairies, witchcraft, lana del rey, whimsical, old fantasy films from the 60s, girlhood, vintage, pinks and purples, mazzy star, candles, sparkles, the stars, the moon, Davina (I believe in unicorns), Cecilia(Virgin suicides) vibes ets etc. I'd like some feedback or any ideas that you think would be cool so that tomorrow I can edit my whole blog to kind of be cohesive to one theme tyy
-xoxo Mel
Serra sits down all poise and elegance, the diamond tennis bracelet Antonin had gotten her for her birthday teamed with necklace Malcolm had sent her for her birthday a couple of years ago. "It is truly a shame, but I do understand, Paris is lovely this time of year. You missed a lot, I came into the party single and ended it engaged. To Malcolm." Her parents had done it that way on purpose, she could not cause a scene in public after all.
"Well when you put it that way, I don't mind the company," Davina replied, gesturing to the open seat. She glanced at Serra from across the table. "I'm sorry I missed your birthday. I was in Paris," Davina lied. She hadn't attended because it was gauche to attend a party without a gift. "I hope that it was everything that you could have wanted. I would love to hear all the gossip, though, so sit and tell me everything."
"They are." She grimaced in annoyance. What were all those people doing in here? Shouldn't they go to work or something? Surely not all of them were as well off as she was, not having to work at all. "And I would much prefer sitting at your table than at the one of the likes of some of these people."
Location: Diagon Alley, Cafe Open to all
"Hm?" Davina glanced up from the magazine she was perusing. It never got easier, looking at fashion magazines with the knowledge that she couldn't buy things the way that the other socialites could. But she certainly had gotten good at mimicking their designs so it appeared that she was just like them. After all, appearances were more important in her mind than actually affording them. At least that was what she told herself when she felt particularly low. And lately, that feeling seemed to follow her everywhere she went. But her mother kept telling her it wouldn't last forever, and she was trying to believe her.. "Oh, are all the other tables full? I suppose you can join me then. If you must."
