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Rose Zeller ([info]primrose_path) wrote in [info]unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-08-11 16:57:00

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Entry tags:orla quirke, rose zeller

Who: Orla Quirke and Rose Zeller-Corner
When: Monday evening
Where: Fortesce's in Diagon
What: friendly chat and ice cream
Rating: E for Everyone
Status: Closed / Incomplete


Still off schedule from her honeymoon, Rose looked through the passing faces in Diagon Alley, waiting for Orla. She'd picked a table out front for Fortescue's Ice Cream parlor and hoped her mate wouldn't mind being next to the walkway, hoping, instead, for something more secluded in the back. The Alley was busy with summer traffic, witches and wizards scurrying back and forth with parcels and bags.

She saw a few people that she knew, nodding politely but never encouraged anyone closer or to sit down. When Orla's familiar face came into view, Rose stood and waved, calling out her location.



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[info]elegantchaos
2008-08-18 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Looking at Rose's glass, Orla took several bites of her ice cream to catch up before letting her spoon clink against the side of the bowl softly. Leaning back in her chair, she crinkled her nose at Rose. "Only if I must," she said with a dramatic sigh, teasing slightly, even if she didn't really like shopping all that much. "And only if we don't go for too long."

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