Adelaide Riley Quinn (ohriley) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-06-21 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-06] june, adelaide quinn, dedalus diggle |
Who: Dedalus and Riley
When: Saturday, June 21, 1979 // Dinnertime
Where: Dedalus's parent's house in Kent
What: Dee invites Riley over for dinner, in which they eat, play chess, and commit other highjinks!
Rating: D for Dedalus!
Status: PLACEHOLDER
It hadn't begun to occur to her that she was meeting Dedalus's parents for the first time until much later. A quick reflection of the week proved her ignorance -- started way back whenever when he invited her over to eat (his mum's cooking was, of course, amazing, something she knew first hand from her snags of his sandwich and cookies and whatever else he had for lunch whenever she opted to go to the DMLE during break). Mrs. Diggle was making Shepherd's Pie, for Merlin's sake! How could Riley miss something like that? She supposed it was odd -- they had known each other for a while but she had never really interacted with his parents beyond the occasional courteous greeting and gift exchanges come Christmas eve (though they always were quite nice folks with an excellent taste for pie) -- but it was not odd enough for her to pay too much attention to it, and so for the most part the event was an eagerly anticipated gem in her mind -- a nice, peaceful, tasty Saturday dinner to end a week of normalcy (of course being friendly with Barty and Regulus, being drunk, and singing about brains were extremely normal events in her life). The whole thing seemed normal enough -- dinner (Shepherd's Pie being the high point, though anything Mrs. Diggle made was bound to be amazing), chess (something she felt completely unnecessary -- who played chess now-a-days anyways?), whatever else -- she wasn't too sure what was planned for the night, but she was for the most part, excited for it. Now those earlier feelings of excitement had completely quelled, or more like crashed. She now felt that unwelcome queasiness in the pit of her stomach -- the idea that his parents thinking she was absolutely bollocks and never allow Dedalus to partition a portion of his lunch to her ever again had crossed her mind multiple times. Whatever. Breathe. That was of course the most important part -- if she didn't breath how else would she function? So she donned her favorite yellow sundress, and, draping a cloak over, apparated to his house. The first step, was of course, the knocking. One more deep breath and she managed to suppress the bitter taste in her mouth long enough to tap lightly on the door. With the world being in the state that it was, there needed to be more time spent on lighthearted indulgences, if only to prevent insanity. Dedalus was very proactive about his family and looking after them. They were understandably high on his list of priorities, regardless that both his parents were healthy, aware and completely capable of taking care of themselves. There was never a weekend that wasn't spent at his home back in Kent. He visited because he wanted to visit, not because he felt obligated. And with the recent murders having no noticeable reason or direction, Dedalus wanted to keep them as safe as his abilities would allow him to. When he heard the gentle knock, he excused himself from the kitchen and made his way towards the entrance, forgetting to remove the floral-printed cooking apron he was wearing over his shirt and trousers. "Riley. Very good of you to come. Dinner's just about ready," he said after pulling the door open and waving her inside. Once she stepped in, she would notice his mother and father sitting casually in the living room in front of their wireless -- they smiled widely and greeted her. Their dinning room table hardly ever got any proper use. The first thing she saw was an expanse of flowers, so blatant that she didn't even need to look at his face to guess who he was -- D. She laughed, sort of a half laugh and a snort as she looked up to see -- of course -- Dedalus, in his silly apron look like a total goof. Her hand came up to cover her face before pushing aside a strand of hair, raising an eyebrow in complete amusement. "You -- you look stunning," she said, trying to restrain herself from bursting into spurts of giggles. "Really -- that apron is so becoming," she said before she reached up to pinch his nose slightly and walking in -- tripping, really, the idea of her waltzing gracefully into his house was somewhat of a foolish thought, as she was really quite the klutz. She giggled a bit sheepishly before she noticed a pleasant looking couple -- Mr. and Mrs. Diggle. A large smile pulled up the corners of her lips and softened that weird pit in the bottom of her stomach. They seemed friendly so far, and the prospect of a decent dinner seemed not too far from their minds. "Mr. and Mrs. Diggle," she said, walking towards them with a hand outstretched. "Really -- it's so kind of you to have me over," she said as genuinely as she could. His mother and father were far more relaxed than their son was. They greeted Riley like she was their own, as warmhearted and welcoming as they could possibly be. His mother cupped the bottom of her chin and attempted to discreetly wink at Dedalus after looking her over. It would have then been obvious to Riley where Dedalus received those admirable qualities from, although his were at times incredibly exaggerated. With a smile, Dedalus ushered Riley into the kitchen where he was finishing up. The Shepherd's pie was fresh out of the oven, and he hoped Riley would like it. "Don't mind mum, all right? And how is your job? Don't know whether or not you're allowed to say," he raised his eyebrows. She caught the wink, but for a moment it hardly registered in her mind until -- oh! The epiphany struck, and she giggled slightly. Their greetings were warm and cordial, sufficiently loosening the knot in her stomach. It seemed dinner wasn't going to be canceled due to "Strange Complications" after all! (Which, by the by, she flatly denies ever happening, that Katsopolis kid and her folks did not cancel anything on Riley -- they never scheduled anything in the first place!) Then she felt herself be ushered towards that sweet smelling pie. Another large grin appeared as she eyed it and leaned towards it, looking up at Dedalus like a mischievous puppy pretending to be forlorn. "Could I maybe have some?" she said hesitantly, pouting her lips. Laughing, she registered his next comments. "Nah -- you're mum's fab and so is your dad. Think we could trade?" She then folded her arms across her chest, looking up slightly, thinking. "Well, D, being an Unspeakable kind of requires you to un-speak, so --" She leaned in towards him, a mischievous glint in her eyes and laid a finger vertical on his lips, the sign when something was either a secret or should be quiet, before finishing her sentence. "--it's confidential." She laughed, amused, before asking, "And you? How's slaving under that lion of a head?" "I don't believe I'm allowed to complain. Secretarial work is easy compared to what you must do on a daily basis. And having to keep it all confidential? I don't think I could do that," Dedalus snatched a small plate out of one of the cupboards and placed a large slice of pie on it. It still hot and it smelled wonderful. He thought about how difficult it was keeping his business with the Order from his mother and father. Sometimes he felt like he was lying to them, even though he knew his actions were for the best. And as he mulled his other more honest options over, crossing his arms over his chest, his mother poked her head into the room. She had obviously been eavesdropping outside the door -- the sly smile she wore was as all too telling. She took Riley's plate from her to fix it up properly, piling on very generous helpings. |