RP: In which a picture is worth a thousand words WHO: Josiah Plunkett, James Dorny WHERE: Dorny's flat WHEN: January 2, 2000 WHAT: The press ratted them out INCOMPLETE.
Josiah had just come back from his pre-dawn (at this time of year) run and was rustling around in kitchen for breakfast when a tap-tap-tap at the window snagged his attention. He let the scraggly looking ancient bird in and gave him a piece of the bacon that he'd about to toss in the frying pan as he relieved the poor thing of the package tied to his claws. "Hey, Wonka. What's Mum got you delivering this time?"
He opened the letter attached to the flat package and scanned through it. It started off with the normal admonishments about not visiting enough (never mind all the time he spent at home over the holidays) and how he was too thin (lies - he worked hard to be able to eat what he wanted and keep his girlish figure). Most letters then segwayed into the 'and why haven't you found a nice girl' segment. This one, however, was different. This one gushed about how pretty his girl was and how naughty he was to keep her all to himself and how they were expected to come by for dinner very soon.
"What the hell?" Josiah muttered. Who had been spreading tales out of class?
He opened the package, expecting to find book or something, but what he found was not that at all. It was a framed piece of the Propet showing a particular instance tenderness between himself and one James Dorny on the dance floor of the Seedy Club. He had to admit it was a very good picture and a very telling one. Too bad James was going to go ape-shit over it.
Sighing, he put his breakfast makings up, shoved a cold crumpet in his mouth and Apparated to the landing outside James' flat. Might as well meet this one head on.
Josiah knocked on the door and waited patiently as he gnawed on his less than stellar breakfast.