RP: Fortune Cookies
Date: April 11, 2005
Character(s): Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: Outside SHH
Status: Private
Summary: Roger and Hermione spend Wednesday evening together.
Completion: Complete
They saw each other every Wednesday, so it shouldn't be an issue that he'd not be picking her up this time. Not so long as she'd seen the note he'd left on the counter at Bookworm this afternoon.
Hey.
Meet me at seven, at that place we went on pinball day.
Roger
Well, as long as she'd seen it and could read his scrawl, at any rate. Wednesday was a good day for relaxing, where Sunday was generally their day for adventures -- whether it was the out of town ones, or the more everyday adventure of Would he or Wouldn't he Burn Dinner. He laughed at himself as he set the bag laden with Chinese food in the sand to the side of the blanket he'd spread out.
He'd got lemon chicken for Hermione, and sweet-and sour shrimp for himself. It was generally pretty presumptuous to order food for a woman, sure, but it was what they'd each had the last time they'd been here, so it was probably fine. He pulled a battery-operated radio out of the bag and set it out, switching it on. It was a bit old; he'd found it in one of the cabinets under the sink in the kitchen of his place. It had flecks of paint on it. But it worked, even if the sound that came out was small compared to the sound of the water. He didn't mind that, though, and Hermione likely wouldn't, either.
The man on the radio said the time in a tiny voice, and Roger figured Hermione wouldn't be there for a little while. He lay back on the blanket. He was tired; it had been a long day. Wednesday was usually the day he started that push to get things done in time for the weekend. And today he'd started another project, to layer onto the others. He'd brought some of the pews out of Rabastan Lestrange's church and taken them to his shop to disassemble. The shelves he would build from them were for the study in the church. He'd been intrigued by the project, even if he'd taken it somewhat reluctantly. He didn't trust Lestrange, no matter how solicituous and friendly the former Death Eater had been.
But it wasn't the time to think of that, he thought as he closed his eyes. Hard to do, anyway, in this place. He rested a hand behind his head and one on the middle of his chest as he settled back, feeling the give of the sand under him. He'd not fall asleep. Just drift for a bit until Hermione arrived.
Character(s): Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: Outside SHH
Status: Private
Summary: Roger and Hermione spend Wednesday evening together.
Completion: Complete
They saw each other every Wednesday, so it shouldn't be an issue that he'd not be picking her up this time. Not so long as she'd seen the note he'd left on the counter at Bookworm this afternoon.
Hey.
Meet me at seven, at that place we went on pinball day.
Roger
Well, as long as she'd seen it and could read his scrawl, at any rate. Wednesday was a good day for relaxing, where Sunday was generally their day for adventures -- whether it was the out of town ones, or the more everyday adventure of Would he or Wouldn't he Burn Dinner. He laughed at himself as he set the bag laden with Chinese food in the sand to the side of the blanket he'd spread out.
He'd got lemon chicken for Hermione, and sweet-and sour shrimp for himself. It was generally pretty presumptuous to order food for a woman, sure, but it was what they'd each had the last time they'd been here, so it was probably fine. He pulled a battery-operated radio out of the bag and set it out, switching it on. It was a bit old; he'd found it in one of the cabinets under the sink in the kitchen of his place. It had flecks of paint on it. But it worked, even if the sound that came out was small compared to the sound of the water. He didn't mind that, though, and Hermione likely wouldn't, either.
The man on the radio said the time in a tiny voice, and Roger figured Hermione wouldn't be there for a little while. He lay back on the blanket. He was tired; it had been a long day. Wednesday was usually the day he started that push to get things done in time for the weekend. And today he'd started another project, to layer onto the others. He'd brought some of the pews out of Rabastan Lestrange's church and taken them to his shop to disassemble. The shelves he would build from them were for the study in the church. He'd been intrigued by the project, even if he'd taken it somewhat reluctantly. He didn't trust Lestrange, no matter how solicituous and friendly the former Death Eater had been.
But it wasn't the time to think of that, he thought as he closed his eyes. Hard to do, anyway, in this place. He rested a hand behind his head and one on the middle of his chest as he settled back, feeling the give of the sand under him. He'd not fall asleep. Just drift for a bit until Hermione arrived.