nymphadora tonks is back from the stars. (hufflepunk) wrote in reoccurrence, @ 2020-09-11 21:46:00 |
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Lunch proceeded the actual meeting, given that it was rather hard to talk with food in one's mouth and also there was that thing that happened any time anybody promised food where everybody crowded the table and then took a while to find their place and engage in small talk, and whatever. So lunch (a proper roast, with yorkshire puds and deliciously thick gravy, as per Tonks' suggestion) was set out, and then afterwards the hope was everybody would be too full to move from their seats while Tonks and Fred talked them through everything. Tonks opened things. She had arrived a little after the food was up, grabbed a pud to nibble on while sipping on a giant mug of coffee. There were bags under her eyes, and she was a little grumbly, but the caffeine and sense of excitement around putting their plan into action perked her up some. Everybody was welcomed, thanked for coming, and then her and Fred took turns in laying out the details. the rationale.
the plan.
going forward.
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