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Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (ernsthename) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-26 21:00:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 09 2003, character: ernie macmillan, character: zacharias smith

Who: Ernie Macmillan and Zacharias Smith
What: A breakfast time encounter.
Where: The Daily Grind; A small cafe close to Diagon Alley.
When: November 9, 8:00 AM.
Rating: Worksafe, maybe; Maybe some swearing.

The past couple of days--or just over a week--made for "character-building" days. Ernie was still in a bit of disbelief over the events of the past couple of days in particular...just since he was trying his best to be reasonable, and it all just backfired. After Justin's party, he had spent the better part of the time that he wasn't preparing for, attending, and recovering from the DA meeting cleaning out the ever-present smell of alcohol that seemed to penetrate everything in his flat. The smell has since gone stale, but was far more subtle than the initial drenching--Ern wasn't sure which was worse, but was determined to get the smell out by the time he returned to work.

The heavy bag of gold coins sat on the coffee table next to the candy dish, as if asking for someone to remove it. Ernie knew that he'd have to return it to Zacharias, even if it appeared to be gifted. The man was drunk, after all. And besides that, he didn't need Smith's money. He wasn't in the least like his parents--even if he did have his own aspirations. And he would protest that he was doing rather well for himself. He still had trouble determining how he would react to Zacharias, as he felt a mixture of pity and anger at the person...he had always wondered whether these feelings were compatible. Apparently they were.

Ernie considered seeking out Zacharias sometime later that day, after a coffee (or two), and was waiting in line for his first large coffee.

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overlooked
2011-12-27 02:43 am UTC (link)

After another late night surprise visit, Zacharias Smith had decided today was about getting back to his normal schedule. Tomorrow he would be starting back at work not because he had to, but because he wanted to and it certainly didn't hurt that he actually got on with the people in the wireless offices. Of course he also had a full day of looking at houses and flats on the market, and generally finding ways that he could make a noticeable dent into his unrestricted Gringott's account. He was a Smith once more with all of the trappings it came with and he was going to make the most it.

With all that in mind, he had stopped in at at the Daily Grind on his way to the Alley to grab a coffee and something to eat. Zacharias had just placed his order - large black coffee black and an Irish soda bread scone - and moved to wait by the pick up area when he noticed a familiar face in the queue. The universe surely had to be working against him. What were the chances that he would run into Ernie Macmillan?

Unlike the past couple of days, Zacharias Smith was not seeking confrontation. He had said everything he needed to at Justin's party. So, simply picked up his order and found a table tucked off in the corner hoping that he could go unnoticed - at least for a little while longer.

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ernsthename
2011-12-27 03:24 am UTC (link)

Ernie was waiting for his large coffee with milk and cranberry scone when his eyes wandered over to the spot where Zacharias was sitting. His gaze darted right back to the counter where he was awaiting his breakfast. For a moment Ernie wondered if his former classmate had seen him, and whether he could or should make a safe escape, or whether he should confront the man. He did manage to singlehandedly do a good measure of damage on his flat, after all. His mind returned to one of his goals for the day, and realized that made at least part of a goal easier to accomplish.

He picked up his breakfast and quickly made his way over to the table at which Zacharias was sitting. Luckily it was in a corner, which did make it more difficult for Zacharias to flee. Not that Ern had intended any particular ill on his former classmate. He just needed to understand. And perhaps even to feel at least somewhat understood. As he made a beeline to the table, he asked. "May I have a seat?"