Fleur Weasley (parexcellance) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-12-11 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !date: 1997 - december, cho chang, fleur delacour |
Who: Fleur Delacour and Cho Chang
When: Evening of December 11th
Where: Fleur's flat
What: A dinner among friends a chance to gossip
Status/Rating: Closed//TBD but probably low-ish
Looking around the kitchen, Fleur had to admit it was a bit of a sight mess in the immaculate apartment. Yet, it was a good sign as she had not really felt motivated to actually cook in her kitchen since she got back two weeks ago. There was nothing like company to inspire motivation to actually do something productive. The product of her labor on this night was a simple, French style, lemon and rosemary chicken. It was a simple dish that was easy to dress up and had all the benefits of fitting most people's tastes. It wasn't like she was completely positive on Cho's preferences in food. Had she been feeling more inspired and had more time she would have attempted an Asian dish, but maybe that would be better left for a time when they could cook together. Being French, cooking was as natural to Fleur as breathing. It was a disgrace to grow up in France and not have an appreciation for food and learning how to cook it.
Fleur hurried over to the door, both greeting and allowing Cho in once she had arrived. "I am almost done," she told her friend after greeting her and allowing her into the apartment, more importantly the kitchen. The aroma of a variety of spices (rosemary, garlic, thyme, and parsley) floated in the room giving it a pleasurable smell. "I 'ope you like chicken?" She asked as she let Cho settle in before bombarding her with a plethora of questions. Fleur easily cut up more spices, with a well skilled hand, before tossing them into the simmering pan. "Too bad Bill is working... He would have liked to eat a proper meal probably." Fleur told Cho lightly in jest. "I 'ave been feeding him take out for the past two weeks." Since she had gotten back from her experience with the Death Eaters, but she left that out part out.
"So 'ow bad was 'our day at work?" Fleur asked her, recalling their journal conversation as she poured Cho a glass of white wine, a Gewurztraminer, and passed it to her. Fleur had grown up exposed to all kinds of luxuries, most she could give up if she had to, but wine was the one exception. Her collection held all of the most expensive wines and almost every type imaginable. "You should like 'his one. It is light. Fruity." It was one of her favorites of the whites when compared to the stronger, more robust Chardonnays and Rieslings.
Fleur dropped gracefully into the chair across the table from Cho. There was still a few minutes until everything was done so there was no rush. They could relax and talk while they waited for everything to finish. She sipped her own glass of wine and listened to whatever it was Cho wanted to tell her.