Who: Theodore Nott and Evan Rosier Where: Evan's cottage. When: Sunday (Feb 12th) evening What: Theodore accidentally treats Evan to a date. Rating/Status: Mature/Incomplete.
Theodore had been cooking for the past hour, and was going to surprise Evan by bringing some dinner around to him tonight, as well as giving him half of Amelia's sweets. They certainly beat cockroach clusters, which he still remembered getting as an in-joke in the Department of Mysteries. It was strange, thinking of things like that. It felt like a lifetime ago now.
He also had a new knife he wanted to show Evan, and he was hoping he'd be able to demonstrate it for dessert. He still remembered the time Evan had carved the Dark Mark into his chest, as well as the periwinkle, which was only now beginning to fade. Theodore was very much looking forward to returning the favour. He smiled a bit, brushing hair from his eyes. He was dressed decently and since speaking to the Dark Lord he'd been thinking of things with a renewed vigour, his mind was clear and focused and he was even more determined than ever.
Slipping the knife into his jacket pocket, he picked up his extended-depth satchel, which had the tray of canneloni pasta and the sweets from Amelia in it. His hair already in his eyes again, he ignored it somewhat and walked out of the door, shutting it behind him with his foot. It didn't take that long for him to get to Evan's, and he'd been there so many times that he had the route memorised. So he knocked on the door, a bottle of rich wine in one hand, which had the same extended-depth charm as the satchel, his satchel slung over the other shoulder. He looked pretty damn irresistable that evening if he had to say so himself, a very mild addition of eyeliner around his eyes made his hazel eyes look even more vivid.