RP: Sunday dinner When: Sunday, January 4 2004 Who: Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley, with a bit of Aidan Spinnet Where: Oliver’s flat in London Private/Public: Private Rating: TBD, all depending on the language Summary: Oliver hasn’t come home, and Alicia doesn’t fancy being alone for too long. Besides, dinner’s almost ready, so why not invite over a friend?
Alicia checked the watch for who knew which time that evening. Oliver should have been home hours ago, shouldn’t he? Well, of course, he could easily have run into some of his mates or have simply been caught up by something… somewhere.
Since he hadn’t come home, she had broken all the house rules he had set, and had crossed the boundary into his sacred land; the kitchen, in order to get dinner going. Just because the man couldn’t bother being home for dinner, didn’t mean that she and Aidan was about to go hungry. Nuh uh, no way! Checking through the oven window, she could see that the roast she had put in was just about done, and the same went for the greens she had thrown in with it.
With a sigh she stood up, and anxiously peered at the haphazardly repaired window. What she wouldn’t give for an Owl to arrive just about now. True, they still made her twitch, but if it would just give her some sort of answer as for why Oliver hadn’t returned, well… she’d twitch for that any day.
“Ronimo!” Aidan’s voice rang through the open door from the living room, followed by his laughter and Geronimo’s playful yipping as the two of them played on the sofa. Though she missed him dearly, Alicia was glad that Angus was still at Thad’s, since she wasn’t certain what she would have told the boy about what had happened the past days, nor why Oliver wasn’t here right now.
She checked her watch again. Nope, she didn’t like this, not one bit, and even less so; being alone. Making a quick decision, she sat down and hastily scribbled a note. What did it matter if she met George for lunch or dinner? He needed some support, and she needed the company.