Miles Bletchley (mileslefttogo) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-02-07 04:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | miles bletchley, tracey davis |
Who: Tracey Davis and Miles Bletchley
What: Coffee after unexpected mail
Where: A cafe in Diagon
When: Monday morning
Rating: Low
Miles was still unnerved by the arrival of his coin, and his hand was now treated and wrapped. Practice wasn't until afternoon, but he knew that unless his hand healed ridiculously fast, it was going to a bit uncomfortable. Maybe he'd have the team Healer take a look at it, see if she could help it heal faster.
For now though, he was not at all opposed to the idea of company, and considering Tracey had received the same gift as he had, he was curious as to how she was really doing. Waking up to discover he'd been targeted by Death Eaters was not high on his list of ways to start the day.
He was only waiting outside the Leaky when he spotted her. Walking in her direction, he held up his left hand. "Good thing I write with the other one," he said, trying to make light of the situation. "But it's cold, let's get inside."
The cafe was only a few doors down, and while Miles didn't generally go there, it was convenient and had good coffee. And it afforded them a reasonable measure of privacy, as there were some more secluded tables. Walking with her, he led her inside and to the counter, where they could order, get their drinks and food, and then be left alone.