I bite my thumb, sir. (lottiewood) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-05-08 14:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: charlotte wood, character: gilderoy lockhart, location: diagon alley |
WHO: Charlotte Wood & Gilderoy Lockhart
WHAT: Finalizing party plans and menus
WHEN: Sunday 8 May 2002, noon
WHERE: Fancy French bistro in Diagon Alley
RATING: Low
STATUS: Closed//Ongoing
Waking up Sunday morning, Lottie's eyesight was back. It was blurry, and her eyes hurt, but she could at least see, which was good because she had a meeting with Gilderoy Lockhart that afternoon. She checked herself out of the hospital and went home for a shower and a nap in her own bed before she had to meet her client.
She didn't nap for long. Her checklist had checklists, and she couldn't let the temporary loss of her eyesight affect her job. She hadn't even considered owling Pierre and Mr Lockhart to reschedule. That wasn't an option when the party was set for the end of the month, and he was a high profile client who could make or break her career. Before she should have been, Lottie was up and moving around her flat, gathering her samples and folders. She made herself a very strong cup of tea and worked through her notes.
At half past 11, she carefully dressed, selecting an outfit that looked professional and competent while not clashing. She didn't want to upset Mr Lockhart's sensibilities. She arrived at chef Pierre's bistro ten minutes early to confirm that everything was ready for the meeting. She had a table with place setting options. Pierre greeted her with kisses on each cheek. "Your eyes are red, ma petite. Are you all right?"
Lottie smiled. "Small accident at the Quidditch match yesterday. I'm fine, but is it bad?"
"Non. You can claim allergies, I believe."
She smiled again, relieved. "This all looks wonderful, Pierre. My client will, hopefully, be pleased. How is the food?" He tsked and shook his head, smiling like he had a secret. "I know, silly question. It is always amazing." She heard the door and looked over her shoulder. "Ah. Mr Lockhart," she approached him, right hand extended. "Welcome."