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Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (_alicia_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-10-22 22:40:00

Entry tags:

character: adrian pucey, character: alicia spinnet, character: angelina johnson, character: katie bell, character: oliver wood

RP: Dinner at Claverton
Who: Alicia, open to Angie, Katie, Oliver, and Adrian
What: Dinner and talking
Where: Ground floor drawing room at Claverton
When: Thursday evening, October 22 2005
Rating: SFW

Note left on the dining table in Alicia’s house:

Dinner is served...
...in Claverton.

There's Floo Powder by the fireplace. The destination is "Claverton".

See you there,
~Alicia

Closing her eyes, Alicia let her head fall back as she breathed in deeply. The room had this typical smell of empty house, even though the house itself had only been vacated little over a month. A sense of calm filled her, not unlike the first time she had stepped into the house on Sheffield Terrace. Home. This was home, though they wouldn’t be moving in for at least another couple of weeks.

With a smile, she opened her eyes again. As much as she would have loved to, standing the in the middle of the room wasn’t enough, when she had invited her friends for dinner.

Unpacking the hamper she had brought, she levitated candles in different sizes, shapes and colours to different places in the empty room, and with a wave of her wand lit them, so she had some light in the continuously darkening twilight. Once the blankets were spread out on the floor, in front of the fireplace, she cast some strategic cushioning charms and arranged the sandwiches she had picked up from Crumbs along with the wine, water, and juices.

There. She was all ready. Now all she needed was her friends.

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Re: A little while later

angie_j
2015-10-23 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Angie shook her head and grinned. "No, this is great. I was just sort of expecting to just walk upstairs, you know?" She shrugged, stepping properly away from the hearth and looking around. "I do like," she said after a few seconds. "Great view." She was still confused as to where exactly the were, aside from having a name and the pair of them having access to it.

She shrugged and moved closer to the two of them, plopping down on a likely looking bit of blanket. "Oh, not bad. Looking forward to this week's match. Wimbourne shouldn't be the hardest match. I mean, they might surprise us, but we're all prepared." She crossed her legs and debated between wine, juice and water. It was still far enough from her match that a small glass of wine with food was allowable but she wasn't sure whether she wanted one or not. "I'm looking forward to Sunday though. I'm spending the afternoon with Romilda Vane updating my woefully shit autumn and winter wardrobe," she said. She indicated the jumper she was wearing which was perfectly serviceable but a style that harked back at least five years, if not further.

"How are you two?"

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