Sunday Dinner Characters: Romilda Vane & Gregory Goyle Setting: 01/24/03. Sunday. Romilda's flat. Evening. Summary: Romilda prepares a meal for Greg in hopes to 'apologize' for her annoying him on New Years.
Romilda Vane was definitely not a homemaker. And more importantly she was the farthest thing from a cook. Despite her stubbornness the former-Gryffindor wasn't going to fight facts. And she certainly wasn't going to learn how to cook for the sake of her house guest this evening. No, Romilda Vane was perfectly content letting Gregory Goyle believe that she was an ace chef...even if she wasn't.
She'd skillfully placed the take-away from Bella Italiana, a magically inclined Italian restaurant on Diagon Alley, in her own gathering of dishes. The spaghetti and meatball sauce was repotted in a shiny, rarely used, pot. The appropriate pasta was placed in a silver strainer that sat calmly in another pot of warm water. As she sat on the counter dressed in her casual red dress she picked lint off her black tights and glanced absently at the clock on the wall.
Despite the fact that it was her idea for Gregory to come to dinner she was still a little unsure of her intentions for the evening. After the rather...atrocious end of their New Years Eve outing the former-Gryffindor had managed to convince herself that if she didn't make this right...Greg would go around telling his wealthier friends that she was an uptight tease. And since that particular reputation was just as bad as an 'easy trollop', she'd decided to set things right. How to do that exactly? She hadn't figured out...but she was confident that because they were in her domain she had the upper hand.
The door bell rang and the girl quickly jumped to her feet. She ran her hands under the kitchen faucet and took hold of a dish towel on the counter. Opening the door she made a point to make it look like she were drying her hands. With a smile she greeted the thicker boy with a perky, "You made it!"