theodore nott. (thestralsfriend) wrote in quidditchplay, @ 2011-09-23 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | theodore nott, tracey davis |
WHO Theodore Nott & OPEN!
WHERE & WHEN Diagon Alley cafe, noontime.
WHAT He's ... sitting.
RATINGS/WARNINGS/NOTES Low/Incomplete/Theo is shy.
Theodore liked his new quill very much, enough to write about having bought it. Maybe it was a silly thing to do, but the small things in life had always made him happy, and something so simple as a friendly clerk and finding something he really liked was enough to put him in a good mood for the day. Realising how little he actually spoke to people, though, he decided that a good first step might be to actually go somewhere he could people watch and maybe run into someone he knew.
Of course, he wasn't really close with very many people even if he knew a handful of them from those good old Pureblood parties he'd been forced to attend as a child. Just her. And Blaise. But other than that, well... No. He didn't have many friends who weren't Daphne or Blaise.
He ordered a hot chocolate and sat outside at the cafe, thanking the waitress when she brought it out to him. It was a cold and grey day, and the drink filled him with warmth; he kept his hands cupped around it and blew the steam away before taking each sip. For as rich of a family has he had come from, Theodore's personal tastes were much more simple.
He looked up when he saw a shadow cross over the table, indicating that someone had decided to join him. "Oh," he said awkwardly, having not expected company.