RP: Happy Birthday Date: 18th March 2006 Characters: Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Andromeda Tonks, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley Location: 93 High Street Private/Public: Private Rating: PG-13? Warnings: None Summary: Dora's done her best to whip together a small dinner in honour of Remus' birthday.
Horrible in the kitchen as she was, Dora thought that maybe, just maybe, she'd pulled this off. There was an actual chicken in the oven. Yes, a chicken. A chicken that was actually seasoned. It was in the oven, now the trick was not to forget about it. It was completely possible. She'd forgotten about a good deal of food after sticking it in the oven or turning a flame up on the stove. It was that alone which really made her such the bad cook she was. That and the fact that she often had no idea what certain ingredients were, so she substituted for things that, well, sounded the same.
That never quite worked out the way she was supposed to.
She hadn't done that tonight. She'd made sure she understood what she was supposed to do before attempting to start doing it. It had taken a good deal of patience, something she tended to lack, but Dora thought that perhaps she'd managed. It was less for her mum to do and she was proud of that, but she did hope she'd bring the cake promised. Dora didn't think she should press her luck trying to whip up one of those. The more she thought about it, it was probably best to let her mum handle the rest of the chicken as well.
With the chicken in the oven Dora turned her attentions to putting water on for tea and coffee. There were a few beers around as well and some juice somewhere. All and all she felt quite well stocked. Wasn't this something/ she had thrown together a dinner party. Even if someone else would be doing most of the cooking, she'd put together a party. Maybe she was slightly more domestic than she'd thought.
Now just to wait for her guests. They were close friends and she didn't feel the need to dress up very much. Just a bit of time with a hairbrush and maybe a different shirt. She'd managed to spill quite a bit on her current clothing.
Thirty minutes, she thought, glancing back to the clock above the stove. And just about ten before people were set to arrive. She had time.