Malcolm Baddock (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_malleable172) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} ultrarpg,@ 2008-09-03 21:15:00 |
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Who: Malcolm Baddock and Jude Dorny
What: Friends reunite?
Where: Jude's Flat in Diagon Alley
When: [Backdated to] Sunday, 31 April. Afternoonish.
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
"I'll be there soon" was a little less soon for Malcolm Baddock than it might have been for the average person. Still, he'd been relatively good for himself, not taking too long, mostly because he didn't want to spend extra time when Jude couldn't even bother to come over to say he was back. Why should he put so much into his own appearance? Why should he rush over? But just because he thought that didn't mean he wouldn't go over dressed in just anything. Of course not. That wasn't his style. Besides, he wanted to make an impression and a point, though he had no idea what that point was. Hopefully his jeans and his shirt knew more about that point than he did. If the image in the mirror was any indication (along with his reflection's reaction), they knew. He wished they would tell him what it was, but he didn't have time to dwell on it, so he fixed his hair and headed downstairs, giving a quick good-bye to his mum as he Disapparated, concentrating on the Leaky Cauldron.
Once at the pub, Malcolm double checked the address, headed out the back door of the pub to the little courtyard, and entered Diagon Alley after tapping the appropriate bricks with his wand. He watched the archway turn back into a wall and slowly headed toward Magical Menagerie, glancing at the window fronts of the stores he passed. Should he buy a flat warming present for Jude? It seemed appropriate, but he couldn't think of anything to buy, and nothing in the windows seemed appropriate. Maybe he'd see what Jude needed first and then get him something. He'd also have to make sure his brothers and mum didn't give him something at dinner, like plates, or that Jude didn't also grab anything he had left in his room. He frowned a little as he thought about what he could get, walking right past the store and the flat building. It wasn't until he nearly ran into someone coming out of another store that he realised he'd passed Jude's building, and he blushed slightly, turning quickly on his heel. He moved as quickly as he could without seemingly like he was doing just that and slipped into building eighteen as someone slipped out.
Third floor, he thought, staring at the stairs. He stared for a minute, gathering up his courage, before finally walking up, still moving slowly. He told himself to remain calm and collected, and he raised his chin just a bit. He paused to check himself in a mirror on the second floor landing, making sure he looked calmer than he felt. He nodded once to his reflection and continued upward, stopping in front of the door on the right on the third floor. He studied it, checked the bit of parchment with the information on it, and stepped closer. He raised his hand, knocked three times, and lowered it, putting both hands in the back pockets of his jeans, resisting the urge to bite his lip as he waited for Jude to answer the door.
What: Friends reunite?
Where: Jude's Flat in Diagon Alley
When: [Backdated to] Sunday, 31 April. Afternoonish.
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
"I'll be there soon" was a little less soon for Malcolm Baddock than it might have been for the average person. Still, he'd been relatively good for himself, not taking too long, mostly because he didn't want to spend extra time when Jude couldn't even bother to come over to say he was back. Why should he put so much into his own appearance? Why should he rush over? But just because he thought that didn't mean he wouldn't go over dressed in just anything. Of course not. That wasn't his style. Besides, he wanted to make an impression and a point, though he had no idea what that point was. Hopefully his jeans and his shirt knew more about that point than he did. If the image in the mirror was any indication (along with his reflection's reaction), they knew. He wished they would tell him what it was, but he didn't have time to dwell on it, so he fixed his hair and headed downstairs, giving a quick good-bye to his mum as he Disapparated, concentrating on the Leaky Cauldron.
Once at the pub, Malcolm double checked the address, headed out the back door of the pub to the little courtyard, and entered Diagon Alley after tapping the appropriate bricks with his wand. He watched the archway turn back into a wall and slowly headed toward Magical Menagerie, glancing at the window fronts of the stores he passed. Should he buy a flat warming present for Jude? It seemed appropriate, but he couldn't think of anything to buy, and nothing in the windows seemed appropriate. Maybe he'd see what Jude needed first and then get him something. He'd also have to make sure his brothers and mum didn't give him something at dinner, like plates, or that Jude didn't also grab anything he had left in his room. He frowned a little as he thought about what he could get, walking right past the store and the flat building. It wasn't until he nearly ran into someone coming out of another store that he realised he'd passed Jude's building, and he blushed slightly, turning quickly on his heel. He moved as quickly as he could without seemingly like he was doing just that and slipped into building eighteen as someone slipped out.
Third floor, he thought, staring at the stairs. He stared for a minute, gathering up his courage, before finally walking up, still moving slowly. He told himself to remain calm and collected, and he raised his chin just a bit. He paused to check himself in a mirror on the second floor landing, making sure he looked calmer than he felt. He nodded once to his reflection and continued upward, stopping in front of the door on the right on the third floor. He studied it, checked the bit of parchment with the information on it, and stepped closer. He raised his hand, knocked three times, and lowered it, putting both hands in the back pockets of his jeans, resisting the urge to bite his lip as he waited for Jude to answer the door.