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Alicia Spinnet (sky_high_al) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2017-09-10 19:13:00

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!retcon, alicia spinnet, dec 2002, katie bell, loc: private residence (greater britain), type: rp

Food and Friends
Date & Time: Sunday, 29 December 2002 | Brunch
Post Type: RP
Status: In Progress
Character(s): Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, optional: Angelina Johnson
Location: Alicia's flat, Truro, Cornwall
Summary: Katie and Alicia (and Angelina?) make brunch, chat, and learn what's happening in the world.

Alicia paid the owl that swooped through with her Sunday morning Prophet and then tossed it onto the table before continuing her preparation of the the brunch peripheries. She always left the majority of the cooking up to Katie. Not that Alicia couldn't cook just fine when she wanted, but she didn't have the same flair or enjoyment as her friend. She certainly wasn't complaining about the scents that had flooded her flat within about two minutes of Katie arriving. She was a balanced breakfast kind of girl, but that was pretty no-nonsense most days, so this was especially luxurious.

"I hope Ang can make it," she said over her shoulder as she took her tray of butter, jams, creamer, and other items over to the table. Her little studio flat wasn't really ideal for such gatherings, but she'd dragged the table over to the end of her bed so that at least it could sit three comfortably. She liked hosting on occasion, though, so that the other two weren't always the ones who had to do the night-before cleaning session. "It seems like it's been forever since we've seen one another."

It hadn't actually, since they'd all been at the Christmas Ball, but they hadn't been there together. Plus, considering how the night had turned out, it wasn't exactly a happy event for the scrapbook.

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katie__bell
2017-09-12 01:59 am UTC (link)

"Me too," Katie replied, glancing back with a smile as she tossed the contents of one of the frying pans gently. The fire beneath it flared a little, but she paid it little mind, since that's what she needed for the dish she was currently working on. The hair piled on top of her head wobbled a little as she bopped to the music coming from Alicia's wireless, and she hummed along for a moment. Her gaze turned suddenly rueful at the gently frying slivers of potatoes and peppers of the Potatoes O'Brien, prodding them with a wooden spoon and adding a few more spices to the mix. "Yeah, it's been too long."

Alicia's insistence on brunch had been almost like a life-line, since all she'd really done since the fiasco that was the Christmas Ball was go to work and hole up in her apartment, stress baking and cooking. The people in her department actually begged her to stop bringing in food for everyone, so she just started leaving it in the common break areas and then collecting the empty dishes at the end of the day. It was kind of a wretched cycle to be in, but, no matter what she tried, she just couldn't pull herself out of it. She couldn't have even said what had her so down.

Well, no, that wasn't quite right.

Her discussion with Angelina had been a constant in the background of her thoughts since they'd had it. It had led to a lot of self-reflection, and realization that she didn't really care for the person she'd become in the last few months. And she couldn't have even said for sure when or how that had all started in the first place. She mentally shook her head at herself, and tabled the thoughts in favor of seeing to the meurette sauce she also had going. "It won't be too much longer. Brunch, I mean. Just need to do the eggs." She shifted to one side of the oven. "Do you mind checking the scones?"

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sky_high_al
2017-09-30 10:41 pm UTC (link)

"They smell really good, so they better be done," Alicia said, pulling open the oven and flicking her wand at the tray to levitate it out just enough to get a good look at them. She smiled in satisfaction at the perfect level of golden brown, then proceeded to put them in the little basket that was ready for them. It was probably a good thing that they were steaming hot, or she might not have been able to wait to pinch off a bit and give them a taste.

She danced a bit to the music as she added that to the table, then grabbed the eggs from the fridge as she danced back into the kitchen, placing them at Katie's elbow. She snagged the bottle of wine that Katie was using for the sauce and sniffed it. "Bit stiff for brunch," she teased, then took a swig from the bottle anyway. She made a face. Not her favourite, but it would do in a pinch, if she was actually inclined to drink with breakfast. "You know, when I asked you to cook, I didn't necessarily mean it needed to be fancy. Not that I'm complaining, but this is pretty ambitious, even for you."

Alicia poured herself a cup of the freshly-brewed coffee and raised the pot in question.

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katie__bell
2017-10-22 06:54 pm UTC (link)

Katie laughed when Alicia took a drink of the wine. "That's why the gods invented mimosas and bellinis," she quipped, "a perfectly reasonable excuse and societally accepted reason to day drink."

She deftly saw to the eggs in a trice, poaching them perfectly, and then adding the sauce on separate plates. The potatoes were done soon after, and put into a serving dish. To Alicia's offer of coffee, Katie smiled. "Yes, please." She had the decency to finally look a little cowed as Alicia pointed out the excessive nature of the brunch food she'd prepared, raising a shoulder in a small shrug. "Well, it's either this, or sitting at home baking my way through my pantry. I think my oven might be on its last legs at this point. I thought I ought to give in a break- for today, at least."

Katie began to send most of the rest of the food to the table Alicia had set up. The wireless cut in with the news of the top of the hour, but she barely paid it any mind. "If it wasn't a completely ridiculous enterprise, I'd think about opening up a restaurant or cafe of my own." She'd mused on it before, but it really was nothing more than a passing fancy. She shot Alicia a wide grin. "That way I'd never have to stay in my head for very long at all!"

She shook her head once, dismissively, and then sipped at her coffee. "How's it been with you lately? Do things slow down a bit because of the holidays, or-" She cut herself off as a name uttered by the wireless announcer caught her attention.

"-Haussler has been suspended from Falcons pending a full investigation of the incident at yesterday's game. The Wasps' Zimmerman is still in St Mungo's. The Daily Prophet has also reported that Oliver Wood, keeper for the Falcons, has voluntarily joined in Haussler's suspension in protest of the allowance of the events that precipitated the incident. Neither of the Falcons' players have issued any further statements, and team management could not be reached for comment. The League is expected to release a statement tomorrow morning."

The announcer continued on to the next bit of news, but Katie wasn't paying attention anymore. She was staring at Alicia, mouth open in shock. "What in Merlin's name happened at yesterday's game?"

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