|Christopher Warrington (wagemywars) wrote in veritaserum_rp,|
@ 2008-08-23 01:34:00
|Entry tags:||christopher warrington, parvati malfoy|
Grocery store - Tag to Parvati
Who Christopher Warrington and Parvati Malfoy
Where Save-A-Lot, the grocery store
When Late afternoon
What Christopher is whipped like a whipped butter. Parvati probably does the whipping. Not on Chris, 'cause that'd be weird. And not literally either, or maybe literally. I don't know. And frankly, I don't want to know.
It started out drizzling just after mid-noon, and by the time Christopher stepped out from the Clark and Abel building in this distinctively upscale neighborhood, it turned into a downpour. Behind him, Christopher could still hear the secretary telling him to have a good day as the glass doors swung shut with a muffled thump. Christopher uttered a quick charm to repel the rainwater and hiked up his suit jacket then started down the street toward a grocery store he saw earlier when he was coming. Ever since Sally-Anne returned home, thankfully safely and uninjured, Christopher did most of the housework because he wanted his wife to relax after recent stressful events. Christopher also, admittedly, hovered around Sally-Anne, and despite his probably very valid reasons, Christopher could understand why Sally-Anne found him irritating and, therefore, removed him from her line of sight this morning by making him go to his interview, which he was contemplating to skip. He was glad that he did this interview, the job offered rather swell benefits and paid well for an entrance position- that Christopher was overqualified for.
The grocery shop was large and brightly lit. A couple of mums brushed passed Christopher in rush, children and babies in tow, and Christopher felt distinctively out of place. While Christopher had no qualms about doing household chores, he was no homemaker, and he certainly did not look like one. It was only a while back that he was told- by whom he can't remember- that he looked like a crime lord. Christopher had a nagging suspicion that whoever told him this had never actually seen a crime lord. Anyway, yeah, the interview. Christopher walked through the aisles, red basket hanging from his arm as he looked through cereal brands and wondered if they had milk, and if he should call back to check (no point in having jugs of milk just hanging out). When he left the house, Sally-Anne said that she was probably going to take nap, if she did do that, Christopher did not want to wake her. Beside him, a mother was unsuccessfully trying to placate her screaming son, who was kicking and flailing and generally being a menace to society. Doing his best to ignore the racket, Christopher reached up for a box of wheat things.