RP: Weekly rituals Who: Lavender and Neville Where: Outside the Daily Prophet offices When: 12 April, 2005 - late afternoon Rating: PG Status: Ongoing
Lavender finished editing her column inches and then sent her few articles off to the Editor's office to be put into the Sunday edition of the paper. She flicked her wand at the desk and everything put itself away, the light snapping off before she grabbed her jacket and her purse. She was a few minutes late, but only because she'd stopped her revisions in order to change into a nice looking skirt and blouse, freshening up her makeup.
Bidding goodbye to the secretary that still sat at the lobby desk, Lavender hurried out of the building and up towards the Leaky Cauldron. She didn't think that Neville would suggest that they stay at the pub for their weekly dinner, but one never knew. It had always been their meeting spot and the level of their exhaustion always determined whether or not they stayed or headed out into Muggle London for supper.
She hoped for the latter. There was this restaurant in Pimlico she was dying to try. She'd heard the blue rare steaks were amazing.
Pushing open the door to the Leaky, she quickly scanned the crowd. She spotted Neville over by the bar and wove her way through the Saturday afternoon crowd, swatting away the hands of a particularly grabby old wizard. Really, they always seemed to think that a short skirt was an invitation to be pinchy.