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Romi Vane (vanegirl) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-12-26 01:10:00

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character: charlie weasley, character: romilda vane

RP: Holiday Hangover brunch
Who: Romilda, Charlie, Emma, Marietta (all invited, others who would have been invited to a small gathering also welcome)
What: It's Boxing Day and maybe everyone needs a break from holidays and families an festive-ness.
Where: Romi & Charlie's flat
When: December 26th, 2004, 2pm or so
Rating: NSFW (language and drinking knowing this crowd)

Romilda woke earlier than she thought she would on Boxing Day. By noon she was already in the shower and putting together a menu of things to order take away for the potluck brunch she'd invited the girls and Charlie to. After her shower, she made a couple of quick floo-calls to the right restaurants, and then dried and straightened her hair.

Christmas had been fairly quiet at the Vane household in Kent. She'd stayed over Christmas Eve but anything more than 24-or-so-hours with her parents pushed the envelope for all three of them. A Pureblood family of little social standing and somewhat upper-class income, her father Andrew Vane was a barrister for the Ministry of Magic and her mother was a private tutor to young magical children - she worked with kids showing signs of magic but too young to receive their Hogwarts letter just yet. Christmas Eve, she and her mother had watched a Keeping up with the Kardashians marathon on muggle telly, and her parents had gone to bed early. They all woken by 8 or so in the morning and opened their gifts over eggies and toast and Romilda had spiked her coffee with Irish whiskey behind her father's back.

By the end of dinner she'd been bored out of her mind and the urge to ask her mother why she'd gotten so many jumpers for Christmas had her nearly biting her own tongue off. So she'd begged off at dessert and floo'd home to find a box for all the jumpers and drinking a bottle of wine. Or two.

Now she was casually dressed and wandering down Diagon Alley to pick up an order of jasmine rice from her favorite Thai restaurant (just a block down the muggle side of the Leaky Cauldron) and a few random Chinese dishes from another spot not far from there.

It was just before 2 when she made it back to the flat and set warming charms on her contributions to the luncheon. Romi took down dishes and cups and wine glasses and took out a box of wine she'd been wanting to try, figuring of their guests would be the last to judge.

Hearing someone moving around in the apartment (not having seen Charlie yet and not checking if it was him or if one of the girls had arrived), she shouted, "In the kitchen, come on in and help yourself," she set the box of Sauvingnon on the counter and turned to greet whoever it was who had actually decided to show up.

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hopalongcharlie
2014-12-28 04:03 pm UTC (link)

"Speak for yourself, I'm a hopalong drunk!" he joked. He didn't actually drink heavily, especially when there was anything like work to be done. It played havoc with his balance. He drained the last of his coffee, now somewhat tepid from sitting while he read and only sipped absently. "Urgh. Not a fan of cooling coffee, tastes like piss," he said. "And Mum's jumpers are always impressive, but you aren't wrong," he said with a shrug.

Charlie cancelled a couple of her spells with a wave of his wand. "Oi! Bubble and Squeak, lady. Fried up veg, not just heating charms," he protested, grabbing a frying pan and directing a cutting charm at the potatoes and other vegetables to chop them up roughly. He wasn't the best cook but he could do a pretty decent range of simple things, especially if it only required throwing everything in a pan and cooking it until done. "It's Christmas, a bit of indulgence isn't going to hurt."

He nodded. "Sure, works for me. I didn't actually invite anyone but George, and I don't think he's going to show up." He was aware he could probably do with a few more friends, but mostly it didn't bother him until it came down to things like holidays and everyone started giving him sad looks. He grabbed some juice from the fridge and threw it into a glass and shrugged before adding in a small slug of vodka. He would have put in champagne, but he didn't actually think they had any.

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vanegirl
2015-01-01 10:10 pm UTC (link)

"Most of the time I'm a crawling drunk, if we're being honest," she snorted at her own sort-of-joke. Holding her hands up she stepped back from the cooking and gave him a look. "There's a reason I picked up take away instead of attempting to reheat my mother's already too dry corned beef."

"George, you say? Now he's a good looking bloke, but you don't think he'll come? Who can resist avoiding the Boxing Day shopping insanity with a totally ridiculous brunch?" She wrinkled her nose. Romilda loved shopping, much to her parents' dismay, even as she paid her own bills these days, but shopping days were another beast entirely.

Just then, Marietta knocked.

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