CIRCUS BOY (sisforsmith) wrote in from_the_ashes, @ 2009-09-25 17:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: brendon, char: spencer |
Who: Brendon and Spencer
Where: The Kitchens
When: Midnight, Thursday night/Friday morning
What: Manly moping
If Spencer was doomed to go through the night without any sleep whatsoever, he decided, he was going to do it with style. Which translated as skulking through the sleeping castle, waving briefly at the shadowy figure of an auror on patrol down the hall -- he hadn't been able to tell whether it was Patrick or Gerard, from the distance -- and heading down to the kitchens to try and convince the few house elves left since the war to make him a midnight feast.
Spencer had never been so good at that. Mostly, when he'd been at school, the role had fallen to Ryan, who was infinitely more persuasive when he wanted to be. Spencer relied mostly on widening his eyes as much as possible and playing off the fact that he looked like shit, face ashen and eyes red-rimmed. Tomorrow, he resolved, he would go and see Gabe, for sure, for sure. He'd meant to today, only time either moved at a slow, dragging pace or impossibly fast, and today had most definitely been the latter.
Eventually, begrudgingly, Silla produced a large jug of hot chocolate, raisin toast with butter melting just nicely on it, and a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Spencer grinned tiredly at her, and said, "Thanks a bunch," and her beady expression softened a little, as she patted him on the head before she scurried off to get back to work with the other elves. Spencer started to pour himself a mug of hot chocolate, only to be interrupted by someone appearing suddenly in the doorway.
"Hey," he said, startled. "What are you doing here?"