demelza! (quixotically) wrote in contentious, @ 2008-09-29 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | demelza robins, theodore nott |
WHO: Demelza Robins and Theodore Nott
WHERE: The Brazen Unicorn
WHEN: Sunday, September 28, evening.
WHAT: Demelza invited Theodore out. Cue awkward?
RATING: PG (?)
WARNING: None. Maybe: Alcohol consumption - they are at a pub, right?
STATUS: Semi-private/Incomplete
There were a few things on Demelza's mind as she stepped outside the door of her shared flat. One was the fact that Marlowe's habit of walking into things was actually quite worrying, and perhaps she ought to have him checked with a vet - you know, just in-case. Sure, he was ageing, but he wasn't that old. Not yet. He ought to have a few good years in him yet! And it didn't matter that he was a prickly bastard of a cat, he was hers and she loved him. Most days.
The other things on her mind were Trystan. And his lack of a life. And Ginny. And her post-break-up depression. And Llewellyn - and the fact that she knew he missed his parents even if it didn't show. She missed them too, and they weren't even hers. And Diggory, and her worry about how he was coping so far away from them all. And -
All in all, there were a great many things on Demelza's mind, most of them significant. It was no wonder she had been desperate for a night out. Why she'd invited Theodore Nott to come along, she couldn't be so sure. Like she'd explained to Ginny (who's reaction was not particularly helpful, to put it nicely), it was probably because she'd felt sorry for him. Or something like that. It didn't matter, anyway, and she wasn't going to justify it to anyone. Especially not Trystan. The prat.
Within seconds, she'd Apparated safely to the dark alley opposite the pub. She emerged into the mellowly-lit street, glancing back and forth before crossing the road and pushing her way through to the bar. It had a bit of a wet name, that she could agree with, but it had a great atmosphere otherwise - and there was dancing and alcopops - and they had a jukebox with Muggle classics. It was no wonder she loved it.
"One lime Breezer, please!" she ordered, having to raise her voice above the din to be heard. It would be hard to find her, what to call him? Acquaintence? It would be hard to find her acquaintence in here.