Who: Orla Quirke and Dempster Wiggleswade
When: Today starting at ten and ending whenever they get tired of each other
Where: London
Rating: PG
Summary: The two finally meet and enjoy the day together.
Status: Closed/InComplete

For someone like Orla Quirke, meeting a complete stranger whom she had only spoken to sporadically and through their journals wasn't a normal occurrence. She was someone who typically stayed within her small niche of friends and rarely ventured out, and that usually took considerable force. Sure, she was comfortable with talking to everyone on paper; they couldn't see her face and she couldn't see theirs to judge their reactions. Speaking to someone in person was completely different and she always had a horrible habit of reverting into her shell. The quietness came from being an only child - an only child who grew up with only her father since her mother died when she was younger. Mr. Quirke was quiet and it was only natural that Orla would be, too. However, once she finally got to know someone, there was hope that she would open up, and she really hoped that would happen today.

Dressing hadn't taken long; she wasn't the type to fuss about her appearance and wore a simple pair of trousers and a top, as well as a pair of trainers. Though, there was one last touch she had to add: her camera, which she placed carefully around her neck. She apparated close to where the London Eye was and walked the rest of the way to it. She couldn't see it at first because of several buildings, but turning a corner -- there it was. It was one of her favourite things to photograph despite the fact she had never been on it.

Walking closer, it dawned on her that she really had no idea what Dempster looked like. Luckily, he had suggested that they wait for one another next to the queue for the Eye, so she crossed the lawn and leaned against the fence. Her eyes danced across the crowd, looking for anyone who might meet the mental image she had created.