Adrian Pucey (atthedivide) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-09-30 12:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 september, adrian pucey, angelina johnson |
Who: Adrian and Angelina
Where: Adrian's suite
When: Wednesday evening
What: A (classy) night in.
Rating: Possibly high? We'll see.
Adrian was in a weird mood. Clearly, that was the only thing that could explain the plans he had in mind when he woke up on Wednesday. Just after a late breakfast, he'd sent a message off to Angelina via house elf...
Angelina, it read, If you're free this evening, around six, have dinner with me. Dress is formal. Signed, Yours, Adrian.
It was a bit of fun, really...an excuse for them to throw on some finery and have a romantic evening. Had they both still been playing Quidditch, it would have been a far more public affair, likely complete with cameras and gossip columnists touting their names as the new 'it couple' among the wizarding celebrity. Realizing that, Adrian was, for a change, very glad they were stuck inside the magical borders of the quarantine. It meant no one cared what they wore or ate or talked about or who their exes were and so on. But Angelina deserved the effort it would take to execute his ideas. The castle elves helped, of course, providing the things he couldn't: candles, table, silverware, and most importantly, food.
Dinner itself was to be relatively simple. The Ministry might have been searching everything that was sent in, but there was little chance of anyone starving. Adrian requested a bottle of wine to go with the meal, and wasn't it just brilliant that the castle had a small supply? He remembered Angelina mentioning board games, and so added a couple to the list of things they might do after dinner. They were currently stacked by the fireplace with his chess set.
Adrian spent most of the day cleaning, but as six drew closer, he went out for a few laps around the pitch. It was poor planning to go out alone, though the area was well-frequented by students and alumni alike. He needed to be more proactive about putting something together for a team; George Weasley's idea wasn't half-bad, and there were a number of former players staying in the castle. That would come later. Once done flying, he showered, then stood in front of his bureau for ten minutes trying to decide between dress robes or something a little more universal. In the end, he went with a most traditional suit and tie, having come to the conclusion in the process that he owned a lot of dark clothing.
The outfit was one he hadn't worn since before his accident, though it fit like a glove. Adrian was glad to discover that bit of info. His hair wouldn't cooperate at all, so he left it the mess it was.
At five minutes 'til six, Adrian poured two glasses of wine and lit the candles with his wand. A fire already burned rather merrily in the hearth. Once Angelina arrived - if she came, and where did those nerves come from? - the elves would turn up with their meals.