|Charlie Weasley (tamethebeast) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-03-08 11:56:00
|Current music:||david bowie - the jean genie|
|Entry tags:||!1998: 03, !incomplete, charlie weasley, penelope clearwater|
|WHO:| Charlie Weasley | Penelope Clearwater
|WHEN:| Monday, 8 March, 1900
|WHERE:| A rather eccentric restaurant in London near Diagon Alley
|WHAT:| Penny and Charlie agreed to have dinner and catch up.
|STATUS:| Incomplete | Closed
Once he received directions to the restaurant—he felt lost in his own country sometimes. It was not as though Charlie had a terrible sense of memory or never got out, it came down to the fact that he did not spend time in London—they never had the money growing up to make London trips (and everything in the city was far more expensive than other places in England). He only ever saw Diagon Alley and King's Cross Station.
"Oh, bloody hell," he mumbled, "I think I passed it three times." Laughing, Charlie headed into the restaurant. It was not that the directions Penelope provided were bad, Charlie just had been unable to let things go: his mind on various other things. He constantly reminded himself to relax, which applied for the previous night when he had dinner with Hesia. And I cannot afford to keep eating out. This has got to be the last time for a while unless I can force myself to only get coffee and a scone. Doubtful... he thought to himself as he headed inside.
The restaurant was just as Penny described it: a muggle's interpretation of magic, complete with crystal balls. It put a smile on his face, to be sure, and the smells coming from the kitchen made him anxious to finally eat something. Waiting until 7 o'clock after lunch around noon seemed an impossible feat for him.
Spotting Penny, he told the host he was meeting a mate and headed towards Penelope's table. "Penelope Clearwater," he said, a grin as he hung up his coat. "You look fantastic! It's been ages, hasn't it? How are you?" he asked, hugging her a bit and kissing her on the cheek. Slowly, but surely, he would get used to small affectionate gestures. And, truly, Penelope looked great. Charlie was very much impressed with how people turned out, and Penelope was certainly one that was doing well: research, and Charlie thought that was admirable. "How's the research going?" he asked as he took a seat across from her.