Who: Emmeline Vance and Caradoc Dearborn What: Dinner When: Saturday night, 7:15pm Where: Caradoc's townhouse Warnings: -- Status: In progress
After yet another humdrum week of work and living off the previous day's leftovers, Emmeline was rather looking forward to dinner with Caradoc. Sure, it would be absolutely splendid to eat something that hadn't been lying around in her fridge, but more importantly, she had hardly gotten the chance to catch up with her friend lately. Dinner would be a wonderful opportunity to catch up, whether this involved cooking a meal or high-tailing it for the nearest restaurant. She checked the time on her watch. 7:15. Perfect. Before leaving, she did one last spot check in the mirror, tied her hair into a neat ponytail, and fished out a bottle of red wine (Cabernet Sauvignon) nestled in the pantry. If their attempts at cooking failed, they could always have a trustworthy fallback option in the form of wine, no?
With the bottle in tow, Emmeline Apparated to Caradoc's townhouse. Upon landing on his doorstep, she knocked on the door gently, hoping he'd be able to hear. Ah, screw it.
"Caradoc?" she called out, just in case he hadn't heard.