oliver wood (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fullwood) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hfrrpg,@ 2008-01-23 17:37:00 |
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WHO Oliver & Katie
WHAT Cooking & eating & chatting ;D
WHERE Olivers humble little three room appartment, stacked with Quidditchjunk collectables?
WHEN Sunday 20 January, evening.
RATING unknown.
Oliver rubbed his hands over his face, which was currently settled at a nice shade of rose petal red. Thanks, Katie. At least he hadn't said it with her face to face or else he'd have probably dug himself a hole to die in. He gave a long sigh and waited for his owl to return, and when he did, he got up, closed the window and walked out of the door. No jacket, no keys, one wand and his wallet. It wasn't a long trip to the store, a good ten to fifteen minute walk, or if he could be bothered, a five minute jog. But today he couldn't be bothered, and considering that Katie needed to get there too he decided to take the slower option so he wouldn't be stood out there like a twat, in the cold, looking like he had been stood up for a date -- to the grocery store.
He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and shook his head, re-thinking the words he'd written on paper. He should have kept his hand steady and thought before he replied with a question like that. Of course she hadn't meant cooking in the nude, only weird people did that. Oliver rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself - look at the state he was in. It was only Katie, best-friend, ex-team mate, crush? Eh, he didn't know. People told him he acted differently with her but he never saw it like that. He was just being himself.
Once he arrived, he saw Katie walking towards him from a distance and went inside as soon as she greeted him. The shopping had been hard, mainly because each of them wanted different meals. Oliver didn't want to stand for burgers and chips, nor did he want fish fingers and sweetcorn, or little smiley faced potato things. After a few tin throwing contests and a race down the isles on trolleys (because they were kids at heart, maybe they should have got the smiley faces and chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs) they paid for their stuff and walked back to his apartment.
Oliver let Katie in first, and lugged the small bag of uncooked food into the house. He laid out the ingredients on the table and stared at Katie, hoping she'd know exactly where to start. "I don't own any cook books." he finally admitted with a grin. They were pretty much buggered, right?
WHAT Cooking & eating & chatting ;D
WHERE Olivers humble little three room appartment, stacked with Quidditch
WHEN Sunday 20 January, evening.
RATING unknown.
Oliver rubbed his hands over his face, which was currently settled at a nice shade of rose petal red. Thanks, Katie. At least he hadn't said it with her face to face or else he'd have probably dug himself a hole to die in. He gave a long sigh and waited for his owl to return, and when he did, he got up, closed the window and walked out of the door. No jacket, no keys, one wand and his wallet. It wasn't a long trip to the store, a good ten to fifteen minute walk, or if he could be bothered, a five minute jog. But today he couldn't be bothered, and considering that Katie needed to get there too he decided to take the slower option so he wouldn't be stood out there like a twat, in the cold, looking like he had been stood up for a date -- to the grocery store.
He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and shook his head, re-thinking the words he'd written on paper. He should have kept his hand steady and thought before he replied with a question like that. Of course she hadn't meant cooking in the nude, only weird people did that. Oliver rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself - look at the state he was in. It was only Katie, best-friend, ex-team mate, crush? Eh, he didn't know. People told him he acted differently with her but he never saw it like that. He was just being himself.
Once he arrived, he saw Katie walking towards him from a distance and went inside as soon as she greeted him. The shopping had been hard, mainly because each of them wanted different meals. Oliver didn't want to stand for burgers and chips, nor did he want fish fingers and sweetcorn, or little smiley faced potato things. After a few tin throwing contests and a race down the isles on trolleys (because they were kids at heart, maybe they should have got the smiley faces and chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs) they paid for their stuff and walked back to his apartment.
Oliver let Katie in first, and lugged the small bag of uncooked food into the house. He laid out the ingredients on the table and stared at Katie, hoping she'd know exactly where to start. "I don't own any cook books." he finally admitted with a grin. They were pretty much buggered, right?