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Terence Higgs (terence_higgs) wrote in tinworth,
@ 2009-11-28 21:24:00

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character: npc, character: terence higgs, date: november 2003, place: tinworth

Characters: Charlotte St. George, Terence Higgs
Locale: Tinworth Teas
Date: Saturday afternoon, two o'clock
Warnings? TBD

Terence wasn't entirely sold on the Ministry's reasoning for assigning Charlotte St. George to his case--that she could somehow rehabilitate him--but the therapy sessions were a requirement of his parole. If he was honest, he would have to admit that he didn't mind these meetings too much. Charlotte was always interesting to talk to, and a conversation with the medi-witch once every week or so was a small price to pay to be free of Azkaban.

Thus it was that he let the brisk salt-tinged wind blow him through the door of Tinworth Teas a full five minutes before the appointed meeting time, the bells above the door jingling merrily to announce a customer. Terence forced the door shut behind him and turned to scan the tiny shop. Apparently he'd managed to arrive before Charlotte.

Hanging his cloak over the back of a chair, he sat down at one of the tables to wait for her.

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npc1
2009-11-29 06:48 am UTC (link)

Charlotte finished her letter to Emmeline, reassuring her that she didn't mind having missed seeing her at the magical creatures exposition the weekend before. It wasn't entirely truthful, but she was at least understanding of the fact that seventeen year old girls had better things to do than hang out with their mothers on their weekends in town.

Righting her quill in the stand and stoppering the ink, Charlotte tied the letter to Anais, the family owl, and sent her off on her way to the school before stepping into the yard and Apparating out to the shelter afforded by one of the stone cottages tool sheds, on the edge of the Cornish sea. She shivered, as the wind was monstrous cold enough to speed her feet directly to the door of the unmarked, mysterious tea shop.

"Terence," smiled Charlotte, settling into the chair opposite her party, but leaving her coat on for the time being. "It's bloody freezing in Corwall this time of year; I'll ask you to better define the term 'lovely' for me next time, I think."

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	terence_higgs 2009-11-29 06:12 pm UTC (link)
	"It's brisk," Terence corrected, all innocence. "Gets the blood pumping, doesn't it?" Right. This was Charlotte, after all. He grinned, dropping the act. "The biscuits here are very nice, if I remember correctly. I'll treat, if you'll forgive me?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

npc1
2009-12-15 03:29 am UTC (link)

"We'll go Dutch," Charlotte insisted, picking up the card on the table that listed the selection of teas, scones, and sandwiches. "It's business, after all." She both loved and hated tea; it was either a sentence of eating the world's smallest, least flavorful sandwiches in quantities just enough to make you hungry without filling your stomach, or an excuse to eat four kinds of cake in the afternoon.

Happily, the menu looked like the latter. "I'll have a pot of Earl Grey, cinnamon scone, chocolate creme petit four, raspberry tart, and two hazelnut meringues," Charlotte told the pretty waitress who had put down her book to take their order before returning her attentions to Terence and whatever his order might entail.

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terence_higgs
2009-12-19 02:58 am UTC (link)

"Ooh," Terence couldn't hold back a rather unmasculine crow of delight at the mention of so many sweets. "The same for me, but no tea, thank you very much." He withdrew a monogrammed silver flask from a pocket of his robes and waggled it enticingly at Ms. St. George.

"Care to trade?" His smirk took in Charlotte and the waitress both. The flask was exactly the sort of thing a warlock would carry, the better to indulge in a surreptitious nip of firewhiskey. In this case, any heat radiating from the flask came from the warming charm Terence had cast on it not a quarter of an hour before. He opened it and let the scent of coffee waft across the little table.

"French roast. I was under the impression you preferred it to tea?"

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