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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in junctusic,
@ 2018-08-21 20:47:00

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!thread, character: charlie weasley, character: oliver wood

RP: Cooking Lessons
who ? Charlie Weasley, Oliver Wood
when ? Tuesday Evening, 21st August
where ? Charlie's New House, not currently so finished looking
what ? Chatting, cooking
warnings/rating ? Swearing
status ? Complete?

Having managed to arrange his hours to get an afternoon off in return for working Saturday morning Charlie had spent the time since picking up his keys at lunchtime moving his gathered stuff gradually into his new home. He'd been helped by friends and relatives for various periods of time in return for the promised drinks and refreshments. Some had only been able to stay for an hour, most had managed to stay for a while. Now the only person left other than Charlie himself was Oliver.

The bedrooms and living spaces were mostly still in a state of disarray, although the furniture was mostly in place, but the kitchen was almost sorted. At least as far as all his tools were concerned, plus the few cold things in the box of essentials his mum had pressed on him. The rest was sitting in a cupboard ready to be unpacked. It was definitely useable, which was the important part.

Partly he was kind of aching from all the tramping around. No matter that most things had been moved around by magic there had still been a lot of walking back and forth between rooms both here and at The Burrow to collect and deposit items. He'd asked his parents to send Nebula in his direction once it got dark, so she should be turning up eventually.

For now, though, it was just Charlie, Ollie, and whatever thing Ollie had decided to teach him to cook.

"You know, I got pretty okay at shit that cooked in one pot, so I've got, like stew and soup covered. And it's too fucking hot for either of those really. Although if you know how to stop cooking for three people or more at a time I'm all ears," he said as he ran the tap for a few seconds before filling a random mug and chugging the water. He was leaning against one of the counters, taking a little pressure from his leg.

He finished, put the mug down, and clapped his hands together. "So, what're you gonna teach me?"

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olliewood_
2018-08-21 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Oliver had been so excited by the prospect of seeing his old mate that in his elation he'd ended up buying far too many ingredients and many 'just because' items. One could argue Oliver had a shopping problem, except he only shopped excessively when he was in a positive mood rather than depressed. He'd bought a cooler (the things muggles came up with!), loaded it up and magicked it closed for later; these were not for sharing.

Having arrived early in the day and working through most of the moving process, Oliver's muscles ached in ways he didn't think was possible anymore. Stretching luxuriously like a cat in the squashy arm chair in Charlie's freshly set up sitting room, a fox like grin spread across his features.

"Och, Charlie I thought you'd never ask!" He hopped upon his feet and hurried over to the cooler. "Amazing thing, coolers, they keep your food cold without magic. Plus it's durable-" Oliver gave the top a solid knock. "The bloke at the shop kens it could withstand a bear attack. Dinnae about dragons..." He paused to consider, shrugged, and tapped the top again this time with his wand. The inside had been transfigured to accommodate additional space, including a case of beer, and several bottles of various colored liquors. "Welcome home, mate!" Oliver fished out a bottle and pressed it into Charlie's hands before turning back to the cooler and sorting through various ingredients.

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hopalongcharlie
2018-08-22 12:27 am UTC (link)

Charlie had definitely seen the the box that was apparently called a cooler earlier on, but he'd ignored it as clearly for later. He eyed it suspiciously. "Somehow I doubt it'd stop a dragon. I love dragons but they're fucking mean arseholes most of the time," he said. They were also generally significantly larger and heavier than what he knew of bears.

"You do know the way to keep my friendship though," he said, giving the bottle a cursory look before opening it. No need to get utterly wankered when he had to work the next day. "Cheers," he said. "And thanks for all the help." He'd been thanking everyone as they left, but since Ollie wasn't leaving straight away it seemed best to thank him now. "It might be fairly small, but it's all mine, well at least until the lease runs out." At least he had a long lease which allowed him to paint the walls away from the distinctly boring colours they had started out.

"I'm guessing you added space to the cooler?" he asked casually, because even though he'd found the odd muggle item which was more capacious than it seemed there was definitely more space in there than even careful packing and more-generous-than-expected dimensions would allow.

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olliewood_
2018-08-22 12:52 am UTC (link)

Charlie definitely had a good point: dragons were not the sort of thing one wanted to come across on a picnic. He'd doubt muggles even had the means to make something dragonproof as they still seemed to believe the beasts were fairytales.

"It's been pure barry, Charl. Honestly, I'll always help a mate out." Especially his former captain and person Oliver secretly looked up to. Even after Charlie's graduation Oliver continued to model himself in a way that he felt would do his captain proud. "You know I have two other bedrooms at my flat. You can always kip there if they chuck you out." Because though Oliver would never admit it he was finding living alone to be difficult... He needed that constant social interaction to stop the negative thoughts from taking over.

Uncorking his own bottle of port with the explanation that wine technically wasn't on Puddlemere's dietary ban list, and poured the bubbly rosé into a widemouth glass.

"Mm, yeah, I bought a bit an ken you needed stocking up anyway, so..." A shrug and another deep sip. "Right. Charlie. We're cooking steaks."

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hopalongcharlie
2018-08-22 04:15 pm UTC (link)

Even though Charlie had been back for a year he'd spent a lot of time recovering and before that he'd not been regularly in the country in over a decade so he was pleased he still seemed to have a decent number of friends around. "I think I'll be okay, I'm not exactly planning to do any crazy shit at home. The most trouble I'm likely to cause is a few uneven walking patterns and pet related damage if I decide on a pet," he said with a shrug. He wouldn't say no to a good party, but he tended to prefer the sort that wasn't a stupidly loud rager these days.

"I appreciate your adherence to the technicalities," Charlie said with a grin. There had been a lot of doing that during his days in Romania. "Now I've switched to the managing side of a reserve I can tell you the nutrition people are likely having kneezles over this shit, but your way is far more fun." He sniggered at some of the antics he'd already been subjected to by the dragon teams. "I mean, this is why they wanted to hire someone the other side of wards for my job. Pure management people didn't give a fuck why sometimes you have to say bollocks to the proper protocol." Not that it was quite like professional sport, but it definitely had some similar applications as far as Charlie was concerned.

Gesturing with his own bottle that he'd just finished decanting into his mug Charlie pointed to one of the cupboards. "Yeah, Mum sent me with a load of stuff. Plus there's milk and stuff in the fridge."

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olliewood_
2018-08-27 07:07 pm UTC (link)

Oliver chuckled appreciatively while nodding. "Aye, well, we have to make them earn their pay." Merlin knows Puddlemere fussed over their star player so much even Molly Weasley would likely find it over the top. In many ways it simplified Oliver's life, but others he simply wanted to rebel and be his own person instead of the high-valued commodity they'd turned him into. At the very least Puddlemere could have done a better job of hiding their intentions.

Taking another long, deep pull from the wine bottle, Oliver set his own down on the counter top and went back to the cooler. "Yeah, I brought plenty as well. Cannae have you starving now, can we?" He pulled out two large wrapped packages and several other ingrediants: a small rosemary plant ('housewarming gift, Charl!'), several springs of thyme, two lemons, a salt block, a large square of butter ('Ma sends me some every month! It's from the moor further on down the way at home') and a small pepper mill. He also unearthed a handsome cast iron skillet and, balancing all in very skilled hands, moved to the stove. "Right. Is this," Oliver's blue eyes peered at the range. "A muggle one? Mine is. I cannae ever work the damn thing."

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hopalongcharlie
2018-08-28 01:21 pm UTC (link)

Charlie shrugged in good humour. He didn't have much opinion on how Oliver did or didn't make the Puddlemere team work aside from being Ollie's friend.

As Oliver pulled an increasing amount of items from the case Charlie's eyebrows raised. It wasnt so much the amount of goods but the specifics of them. The rosemary plant in particular was a surprise. "Thanks, man. I'll have to try not to kill it, or at least use it up before ot dies. Although I wasn't usually so terrible at Herbology." He did at least recognise the sorts of things that could be theoretically be used for cooking steak. Not that he'd ever attempted such an activity.

"Oh! Yeah, that's easy enough though. It's a wood burning one," Charlie said before flicking his wand smoothly to bring in wood from outside, place it in the range, and light it. "Can't help you if yours is electric, mate. Sorry." He looked at the items again and focussed on the only one he wasn't able to identify. "The fuck is that thing?" he asked, pointing at the milky pale block of something rock-like included in the components Oliver held.

"I've never made steak by the way. Doesn't work so well in large families or communal living," he said. Oliver would likely understand the unvoiced certainty that his family hadn't had the money for steak, although the comment about communal living was true enough. They had had steak once in a while, but he hadn't been the one to cook it. "I'm a willing pair of hands though."

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