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Tweak says, "No, Alf, no!"

hannah chavonne abbott (abbotton) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-15 14:28:00

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hannah abbott, owen cauldwell

Who: Hannah Abbott and Owen Cauldwell
When: Tuesday, July 1, 2002
Where: Owen’s place.
What: Hannah attempts to apologize with food.
Rating: PG
Status: Closed // In Progress

Hannah had always thought that marriage would be less awkward and a bit more exciting. She was beginning to realize though that she needed to simply forget all her prior expectations because they were just continuing to disappoint her. Her attitude was only a step above that of a small child that had its favourite toy taken away, and she feared that she was taking it out on poor Owen who clearly did not deserve it. It wasn’t his fault that the Ministry was forcing them into marriage, and it was only fair that Hannah at least try and be civil. Which was why she had brought a peace offering. Just a plate of sandwiches and some of her homemade chocolate chip biscuits, but the blonde figured that it was the effort that mattered.

Finally, after staring at Owen’s door as she attempted to gather the nerve to announce her presence, Hannah nervously bit her lip, shifted the container in her hand, and knocked on his door. Hopefully, he was home. Hannah worried she might not be able to gather the courage to come over here again.

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abbotton
2008-07-15 08:04 pm UTC (link)

Hannah shrugged. “I suppose. I mean it would certainly be nice if I could have my own restaurant some day,” stated the blonde as she began to twirl some of her hair around her finger nervously. It was such a big project to take on though, that as much as it was something she would like to do, Hannah could never quite picture herself ever actually accomplishing it. “Just not for a while yet, you know.”

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	owen_cauldwell 2008-07-15 08:34 pm UTC (link)
	Owen got up and gently placed Ellie in the crib before sitting back down and taking a long swig of his butterbeer. All in all, it was a perfect finish to an amazing meal. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and take a nap of his own. "I'm sure you'll be amazing," Owen said with a warm and supportive grin. "What's the restaurant that you manage now?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

abbotton
2008-07-16 11:49 am UTC (link)

“Oh, well, thank you. That’s very kind of you,” said Hannah. Her voice was sincere but a small part of her couldn’t help but think that he was just saying that. They barely knew each other after all, and one could hardly base one’s culinary skills off a few sandwiches and biscuits now could they. “Bella’s Pocket. It’s a nice little place on one of the side streets off Diagon Alley.”

Hannah turned her attention to the crib Owen had just placed Ellie in. “Is she going to be okay?” whispered Hannah. “I don’t want to wake her or anything.”

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	owen_cauldwell 2008-07-16 02:14 pm UTC (link)
	"Perhaps I'll have to come by for dinner, or lunch sometime," Owen said with a small shrug before leaning back against the couch. "Ellie's fine," Owen said in an appeasing tone as he glanced over at the crib. She was sleeping soundly, thanks to the bottle, and Owen was sure that Ellie wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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