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[Sep. 16th, 2009|12:02 pm] |
Who: Augustus Pye and Christopher Warrington
What: Gus and Chris talk business over lunch
When: Wednesday lunchtime, September 16, 2009
Where: Chris' office in Ministry Annex One
Warnings: None.
Status: Complege, log.
( Feeling mortal, Gus? ) |
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[Sep. 16th, 2009|01:14 pm] |
Who: Augustus Pye and Penelope Clearwater
What: Wednesday night dinner
When: Wednesday night, Septber 16, 2009
Where: Penny's flat.
Warnings: Probably swearing.
Status: Complete.
Making his way up to Penny's flat, Gus kicked the door lightly as a way of knocking considering his hands were laden down with food and drinks. When the door opened, he smiled tightly, the tension from work still in his body as he held up the bags.
"You mentioned something about splurging?" he teased in a tired voice. |
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| Two for tea |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|09:13 pm] |
Who: Astoria Warrington and Juliet Orfanos
What: Ladies having tea and gossip
When: Wednesday afternoon, 16 September
Where: Redbridge House, London
Warnings: None expected.
Status: Closed (possibly open to Chris), incomplete.
Tea at Redbridge House had always been a formal occasion, with a lovely tea service that had come from Greengrass Manor and the good silver that Chris's parents had given Chris and Astoria at their wedding. The little tiered plate held scones and jam and madeleines made according to the recipe that the Greengrass house elves had used when Astoria was little. Tea was an Earl Grey that Astoria's father had loved for many years. The rituals and the scents and tastes were all that was home to Astoria.
Hosting tea again was a pleasure, and on her days off, she indulged herself with the ladies of her class who remained, and sometimes the gentlemen. Today it was Aunt Juliet who had done her the favour of pouring. She no longer needed Juliet to refill her cup nor to hand her scones; her physical recovery from her ordeal was complete. And for all that she didn't use her wand to summon things as often as she might, she now displayed a certain facility with it that she had lacked when she first obtained it.
It was not quite like holding court on a pleasant weekend afternoon before the war, but it was no longer entirely unlike those days either. |
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