Date: 6 January 2000 Characters: Roger Davies, OPEN Location: The Leaky Cauldron, London Warnings: A wee bit of alcohol Summary: Roger enjoys a drink while doing some writing about his travels Open/Closed: Open Status: Incomplete
This being the off-season, Roger Davies was thoroughly enjoying being home in London with his family, especially for the holidays. He had spent Christmas in Bethnal Green with his parents, sister Cecilia, and her fiancé Andrew. He was a good bloke; Roger liked him quite a bit. The two men had even gone out for a drink only a few days pervious. He had a good heart, Andrew. He was the kind of man Roger had always expected his sister to marry and he was happy for them both. Christmas for the small family went the way it usually did: presents in the morning, a humongous meal (practically a feast, really), that none of them could ever dream about finishing in a week, never mind in one day. Then they dropped in to see the Tallises, Roger’s mother’s side of the family. The Quidditch player had a tiny family, but that was how he liked it. He could never imagine being a member of the Weasley clan and having that many relatives. Though, technically he was related to the Weasleys somewhere, but marriage. But wasn’t everyone?
As much as Roger loved the holidays, he was itching to get back to Quidditch. Unfortunately, they didn’t even begin training again until February. So, in the mean time, the young man was working on an article for Which Broomstick. They had asked him for a piece that informed readers of what it was that Quidditch teams did during the off-season. Kind of a boring article compared to what he usually wrote, but he wasn’t complaining.
At the moment, though, Roger was suffering a spell of writer’s block, his mortal enemy. So, he ordered himself a tankard of mead and was nursing that as he mulled over his article in his head. It was growing closer and closer to dinnertime, so a steady stream of people were now coming in and out of the pub. The whole while, he just sat on his stool, staring off into nothing. Every once in a while Tom would slam something down on the bar a little too hard and Roger would be jolted out of his brain for a little bit. He suspected that the barman was doing it on purpose, to make sure the young man was still there. Not that he minded, Tom was a family friend so he had known him for a long time.
The Quidditch player continued to drink from his tankard, all the while scratching lines and swirls onto his notepad with his self-inking quill. Yes, he was in desperate need of a companion at the moment, though his brain was hardly willing to admit it. Normally he would be with Marcus, but his friend had a date tonight. With Marietta Edgecombe, of all people. Roger had dated her for a bit, but that was a long time ago, they had only been about fourteen. He hadn’t really fancied her all that much. At least, not after going out on a date with her. She was too shallow for him. Stop the world, Roger Davies dated someone who was too shallow. A lot of the girls at Hogwarts were like that, though. Well, except for the ones who played Quidditch, for some reason or another… That was something he still didn’t get. And now was apparently a good a time as any to puzzle it over in his brain.