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Aidan M. Chambers ([info]aidans) wrote in [info]veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-10-08 21:21:00
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Tag to Tracey :)
WHO Tracey Davis & Aidan Chambers.
WHERE Aidan's flat. London.
WHEN Wednesday evening.
WHAT Aidan tries to woo Tracey and starts by cooking dinner. This might not have been one of his better ideas.


He had neglected her. Aidan knew that far too well and even though the Ravenclaw was aware that his exams (as well as his little 'side-project') with Terry had left him without any other choice, he nevertheless felt bad about not seeing Tracey as often as he would have liked to. Of course, there was the nagging doubt at the back of his head that kept reminding the Ravenclaw that perhaps she had gotten bored with him in the mean time and that he needed to find a way to keep her interested, but Aidan repressed that thought vehemently. And yet...his conversations with some of his friends kept returning, making him feel insecure again.

Aidan sighed and turned back to the food. He was going to do things right tonight. He had prepared a wonderful dinner (by the way, was the meat supposed to look so scorched? And that weird sparkly thing the potatoes displayed couldn't be right...), there was candlelight and some soft jazz music. It was going to be perfect.

...unless he killed them with his cooking.


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