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Aidan M. Chambers (aidans) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-10-08 21:21:00

Entry tags:

aidan chambers, tracey davis

Tag to Tracey :)
WHO Tracey Davis & Aidan Chambers.
WHERE Aidan's flat. London.
WHEN Wednesday evening.
WHAT Aidan tries to woo Tracey and starts by cooking dinner. This might not have been one of his better ideas.

He had neglected her. Aidan knew that far too well and even though the Ravenclaw was aware that his exams (as well as his little 'side-project') with Terry had left him without any other choice, he nevertheless felt bad about not seeing Tracey as often as he would have liked to. Of course, there was the nagging doubt at the back of his head that kept reminding the Ravenclaw that perhaps she had gotten bored with him in the mean time and that he needed to find a way to keep her interested, but Aidan repressed that thought vehemently. And yet...his conversations with some of his friends kept returning, making him feel insecure again.

Aidan sighed and turned back to the food. He was going to do things right tonight. He had prepared a wonderful dinner (by the way, was the meat supposed to look so scorched? And that weird sparkly thing the potatoes displayed couldn't be right...), there was candlelight and some soft jazz music. It was going to be perfect.

...unless he killed them with his cooking.

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withouta
2008-10-08 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Tracey shouldn't have agreed to dinner. She knew that. No matter what she'd told him before - something about strings - she knew it wasn't something she should pursue. She had plenty of other things to keep her occupied - plenty of other men to spend time with - so she was really in no need of a halfblood who was more muggle than wizard.

That didn't explain, however, why she was standing in front of his flat now and rapping impatiently at his door. She'd have to come up with a reason for it later.

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aidans
2008-10-09 07:06 am UTC (link)

Aidan was still staring the thing that was supposed to be dinner with a dreamy expression when the knocking brought him back to the present. He didn't even notice how his face lit up with a smile as the Irishman rushed to the door and opened it with a flourish, completely oblivious of the fact that he was still wearing an apron with the oh-so-dignified depiction of a leprechaun who said: Kiss me, I'm Irish!

"Tracey." Aidan beamed at her, then tried to reign in his enthusiasm. "Hi."

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	withouta 2008-10-09 11:11 am UTC (link)
	Greeted with the ridiculous sight of Aidan beaming at her with undisguised glee and wearing his atrocity of an apron, Tracey could only think of one thing to say: "What's burning?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	aidans 2008-10-09 01:54 pm UTC (link)
	"What?" Aidan frowned, sniffed, then turned abruptly, a nice selection of gaelic obscenities pouring from his mouth in rapid succession. He ran back into the kitchen. "Come on in, Tracey. I'll see if I can save the kitchen." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

withouta
2008-10-09 02:56 pm UTC (link)

Tracey followed him into the flat slowly, leaving the door open so some of the smell of burnt food could get out. She should be getting out too, really. Aside from him being a halfblood and completely unsuitable, he also had awful taste in fashion, had too much puppydog enthusiasm to behave himself, and apparently couldn't cook anything but pancakes. That last bit wouldn't have been an issue, since Tracey thought that cooking was best left to house elves, if it weren't for the fact that Tracey had a secret passion for cooking herself.

"What've you done?" she asked, coming into the kitchen now. With her wand, she opened the windows and sent the acrid air out.

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aidans
2008-10-10 08:45 am UTC (link)

"Why darlin', I've been cookin'." Aidan answered in a dry tone as he opened the oven and promptly started coughing in the face of the thick fumes coming out of it. Blinking away the tears that the biting fumes had triggered, Aidan straightened up and retreated a little. Obviously saving a person's life was far easier than cooking. Planning a rebellion, too, come to think of it.

"For the record, I'd like ter stress that the salad is okay." Mostly because there was nothing he could burn.

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withouta
2008-10-10 11:36 pm UTC (link)

"Cooking badly," Tracey countered, waving her hand frantically in front of her to keep the acrid smell of burnt...whatever it was from reaching her. With her other hand, she waved her wand continuously to direct the fumes out the window. The urge to just yank him out of the kitchen and show him how cooking was really done was incredibly strong, but she managed to resist - mainly by busying herself with clearing the kitchen of the fumes. "Is there going to be enough salad to eat, or should I just order takeaway?"

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