RP: Dark Windows
Date: 19 December, 1998
Characters: Ron Weasey, Eloise Midgen, anyone at WWW
Location: WWW
Status: Semi-Private, give us a ping?
Summary: Ron and Eloise have lunch
Completion: Complete
Ron was picking his way through the mud puddles and cobblestones. It was muggy and wet, the streets fairly free of people and those who had ventured out all carried umbrellas or wore jackets and wellies that had been Imperturbed. Ron was one of the former, having taken one from the stand upstairs to get lunch from the Leaky Cauldron. It was a little difficult to manage the large brown bag as well as the umbrella, but Ron figured it was better than levitating the soup and sandwiches in the rain, as Ron - and everyone else who had given him an order, he was willing to wager - didn't fancy soggy bread.
He rounded the little bend in the Alley and saw someone standing outside the shop, holding a purple and red spotted umbrella that mostly obscured their figure but Ron was fairly sure it was a girl. Luna? He didn't see the tell-tale scraggly blond hair peeping out from under the garish pattern though. She stepped closer to the window, ducking under the eaves of the shop to peer into the dark interior, and the umbrella shifted.
It was Eloise. Ron grinned, shifting the lunch sack and moving faster as he angled his own umbrella to shield himself from her view. Once he was a few yards away, he shouted, voice deep and booming, "Hey! What do you think you're doing there, missy!"
Characters: Ron Weasey, Eloise Midgen, anyone at WWW
Location: WWW
Status: Semi-Private, give us a ping?
Summary: Ron and Eloise have lunch
Completion: Complete
Ron was picking his way through the mud puddles and cobblestones. It was muggy and wet, the streets fairly free of people and those who had ventured out all carried umbrellas or wore jackets and wellies that had been Imperturbed. Ron was one of the former, having taken one from the stand upstairs to get lunch from the Leaky Cauldron. It was a little difficult to manage the large brown bag as well as the umbrella, but Ron figured it was better than levitating the soup and sandwiches in the rain, as Ron - and everyone else who had given him an order, he was willing to wager - didn't fancy soggy bread.
He rounded the little bend in the Alley and saw someone standing outside the shop, holding a purple and red spotted umbrella that mostly obscured their figure but Ron was fairly sure it was a girl. Luna? He didn't see the tell-tale scraggly blond hair peeping out from under the garish pattern though. She stepped closer to the window, ducking under the eaves of the shop to peer into the dark interior, and the umbrella shifted.
It was Eloise. Ron grinned, shifting the lunch sack and moving faster as he angled his own umbrella to shield himself from her view. Once he was a few yards away, he shouted, voice deep and booming, "Hey! What do you think you're doing there, missy!"