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dh_penelope (dh_penelope) wrote in darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-04-24 10:13:00

Entry tags:

april 2008, charlie weasley, oliver wood, owl, penelope clearwater

OWL: To Charlie & Oliver
Date and Time: April 24, 2008 - morning
Characters: Penelope Clearwater, Oliver Wood, Charlie Weasley
Location: Through the skies
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Penelope reads something interesting in the prophet
Completion: InComplete

Leafing through the pages of the Daily Prophet, Penelope was making sure that her ad in the paper for an assistant for the clinic was run without any errors. It was spring, which meant a lot of new creatures were being born - and not just the cute, lap creature variety either. Hagrid had to contact Penelope about a Thestral that was birthing breach just that past weekend and it had exhausted her for several days after.

She never usually stopped at the Social/Entertainment section of the Prophet since it was filled with a lot of Rita Skeeter's nonsense, but Oliver's name popped up across the flipping papers and Penelope stopped to read the article. It mentioned about his falling out with Cordelia Chase - the model whom Penelope had met at the Yule Ball.

"Gods, Oliver. What did you say to piss her off that much?"

The article was none to flattering and although probably a lot of it was embellished by Skeeter, there were elements of it that Penelope could see being said and done. She sighed and shook her head, then tossed that section of the Prophet onto her desk to be used in the owl cages later, as she normally did.

After finding and inspecting her ad - everything looked fine and just as she had requested - Penelope mulled an idea over in her head before deciding to open the clinic. It was early and though Oliver may still be sleeping, she knew Charlie would at least be up. He usually was at the sunrise.

Charlie,

I know you usually have Thursday evenings off from your duties. Have an idea of infiltrating Oliver's personal space for the evening. I miss my mates and if I don't get out soon I may tear my hair out.

Sound like a plan? Owl me back.

Yours,
Pen

Then she took up another piece of parchment with a grin, and wrote a note to Oliver.

Ollie,

Saw the Prophet - looks like you're famous all over again. Have owl'd Charlie so make sure you're free tonight.

Cheers,
Pen

	dh_oliver 2008-04-25 04:11 am UTC (link)
	Oliver was in his office at the clubhouse when the owl found him. He grumbled as he read Penelope's note. One-cent, When am I not famous? I'm free after 7. My flat? -Wood (Reply to this)