Terry Boot (terry_boot) wrote in that_day, @ 2011-12-22 19:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony goldstein, terry boot, week 01: aug 1-7 |
Thurs, 5 Aug 2005 - Terry and Anthony's flat
"Okay, what else do we need?" Terry asked, looking up from the parchment he had spread on the coffee table. No matter how many parties he threw and how carefully he planned, there was always something inadvertently left until the last minute. Today he had remembered that their punch bowl had been irreparably damaged by the liquor one of the older Ravenclaws had brought the last time--unless they cared to spend all night hiccuping pink bubbles--and that had led to a few other random items. "Do you think we have enough chocolate for the fountain?"
The owls had been sent out days ago, and other than a few people who rarely came anyway, it looked like everyone was coming. Those were always his favourites, when it was almost too crowded to move. He scratched a few more items on his list, debating whether he wanted to try and shop tonight, or if he'd be better off waiting until tomorrow morning. His shift didn't start till late morning, so he would have plenty of time.
"You did get Saturday night off, right?" he asked.