potter; EVAN (potterlings) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-01-07 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !bingo, !thread, character: evan potter, character: ginny weasley |
who ? evan potter and ginny weasley
when ? 8th january, early morning
where ? ginny's flat
what ? evan needs help with cooking
status ? complete
bingo ? tbd
It was the second morning Evan had woken up in Ginny's flat. She had been right, the sofa was really quite comfortable. It still wasn't the best sleep he had ever had, but it served it purpose just fine. Jim had a box in the corner of the room, which also seemed to suit the cat fine. Evan still hadn't seen it actually sleep, but sometimes he'd just sit in the box and stare at Evan reading on the sofa. Today, however, when Evan woke up, Jim was gone. Presumably to where ever it was Jim went. The window was left ajar, leading Evan to presume that the cat had gone out that way. Evan wasn't really going to question it, since at least he now didn't have to worry whether Daisy's ordered one of their fake uncles to murder Jim. It had been very nice of Ginny to take them in, even if temporarily.
The flat was quiet, so Evan presumed that Ginny was still asleep. He made himself a cup of tea, absent mindedly scratching his pyjama clad stomach. It growled in response and Evan frowned. He had eaten all of Ginny's bread last night, which left him with a few options but all of them involved a type of cooking. Evan was many things but he really wasn't particularly gifted when it came to cooking. Whilst he was completely convinced that Harry was worse, Evan would not have taken an offence if his brother, too, loudly proclaimed that Evan couldn't cook.
He sort of knew the basics, he supposed. Like, Evan had seen Daisy cook and he had seen mum cook, so yeah, he knew how to cook. He just didn't... practice it. From looking around the kitchen, Evan decided that he could make pancakes. Ginny seemingly had all the things Evan knew were required for pancakes. So he carefully laid out eggs and flour and sugar and milk, he then found a bowl and whisk and set them next to the produce. And then stared at it. He'd need oil. Yes. And a pan.
When the sound of pottering had clearly awoken Ginny, even if that had not been Evan's intention, and she entered the kitchen, Evan had managed to pour flour in a bowl, have an argument with the sugar and smash one egg against the sink. It wasn't going great, put it that way.
"Oh, GinGin," he sighed dramatically looking over at his host. "I might be in a strong need of assistance," as illustrated by majority of Evan's left leg being covered in flour and a piece of raw egg sticking a bit of his hair together.