Patricia Stimpson (hg_patricia) wrote in hallowed_ground, @ 2009-01-07 17:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 1997: september, kenneth towler, patricia stimpson, place: diagon alley |
date: 3 september
characters: patricia & kenneth
location: zozma's, diagon alley
private/semi-private/public: semi-private
summary: kenneth had offered to do anything, patricia accepts
status: incomplete
Patricia sat deep inside the cafe, looking out at the four forlorn tables that filled the space between the cobblestones and glass. No one had been occupying them as of late, and after last night Pet hadn't been eager to either. She had put on a high necked set of robes that morning instead of a skirt and blouse, and made excuses of needing the loo and a tie for her hair to twice check on Alicia. Merlin, she felt guilty, and Al the same.
She said she hadn't know whoever it was, but Patricia understood by the absence of the Nymphaea Cearulea what he had been after. Drugs, ironically, given that there was a person whom Pet knew to be of infinitely greater worth - and potential physical injury - hidden as well. Shingleton had no idea of his secret second tenant, nor did he hold Patricia responsible for the missing herb, thankfully. Whoever it had been had known what they were doing and what they were looking for, disabling the wards completely and leaving any and all other valuable items knocked over but still on premises. They just hadn't expected to get their ass kicked off a roof by a girl.
The door opened and a shaggy-haired silhouette faded into Kenneth as he made his way back into the little cafe. "Hi," Patricia said, smiling softly.