George Fabian Weasley (his_evil_twin) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-03-15 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | george weasley, oliver wood |
Who: Oliver Wood and George Weasley
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
When: Tuesday evening
What: Epic bromancitude
Rating: I dunno. Language?
George didn't venture out into the city very often these days. Once upon a time, his days off were usually spent in a Muggle pub or in some bustling part of the city. He couldn't help it, he liked people. He liked watching them, liked studying what crazy things they did. It was all in the name of research, of course, but it was fun all the same.
One of the suppliers for his shop had tipped him off to a florist in Islington that was the only known sellers of a certain plant in the city. It turned out that the shop owner was an aging Squib whose family had a number of connections with South American Apothecaries. To make a long story somewhat less long, the owner was more than happy to cut George a deal on the main ingredient in what could be his biggest invention yet.
As he was leaving the shop that evening, he spied a bouquet of camellias. He knew a lovely girl who might like them, so he bought them as well. His purchases in hand, he made the journey back to Charing Cross Road. No cabs or Underground for him, just a quiet walk through the city.
As he crossed through into the Leaky Cauldron, he made a habitual scan of the crowd tonight and started toward the back. He did a double take when he spied a familiar profile and doubled back, completely forgetting that he was carrying flowers in his hand.
"Oi, Oliver!" He cried, beaming.