Evan Rosier (martialmagic) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-08-17 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | evan rosier, remus lupin |
Who: Evan Rosier and Remus Lupin
What: Brunch and school discussions. Possibly unintentional catching up? We'll see what all happens!
Where: The Cafe
When: 15 August. [Backdated.]
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete/Ongoing
To be very honestly, Evan really didn't know what else there was to talk about when it came to school. He supposed he could ask about if there were any new or specialty classes offered that weren't offered at Hogwarts, and he could ask about how the schedule would be tailored to fit his own experiences with fifth year. Lupin had mentioned that, hadn't he? Or should he call him something else? He didn't know. Back in his own... his own place, he honestly didn't think about him all that much. He knew who he was, sure, and he had notes on him, but he never went out of his way one way or another to interact with him. As such, he'd never truly had a reason to refer to him by any name in most situations. But at least in his own place, in his own life, he knew the options. Here? He had no idea what to refer to him, especially since they were no longer peers. Sighing to himself, he decided to call him by nothing at all unless it came up.
Evan hadn't wanted to be late, and so, instead, he was early. He still didn't know his way around this place, but, to be fair, he'd only been there about ten days. Others had more time to adjust than he had, and he didn't want to be late on the basis of not knowing his way to the cafe. It had also given him a bit of time to try to learn where a few other landmarks were, as well as how to get from the castle to the village proper. He even managed to stop by the bookstore that that Potter bloke mentioned, though he wasn't sure he enjoyed the idea of it being a glorified library more than anything else. Why not call it a library if he could only borrow books for two weeks and be fined if they weren't returned? Maybe he'd ask Lupin about that. Maybe.
Arriving early gave him time to investigate the menu. He'd never heard of a cold coffee, except when coffe sat out too long, and he wondered why anyone would pay for a cold coffee when he could just let it sit and get cold. Coffee didn't make sense no matter where he was, it seemed. To keep from accidentally holding up the line, Evan ordered a tea and two scones, hoping neither came out particularly cold. Despire the warmth outside, he didn't particularly want a cold breakfast.
He took his tea and scone when it came up and looked around, trying to find a decent place to sit. He didn't want to sit in the middle of things, so when a table emptied in a corner by the window, he made a beeline to it, sitting down in the chair facing the window and cafe as a whole. One lesson he'd been taught was to never sit with your back to the door. It'd stuck with him since he was a child. Just sitting at that table with a view of the cafe, door, and sidewalk outside made him more comfortable than he'd been a minute before. With a little sigh, he began fixing his tea to his liking and buttering his scone, glad to have arrived early.