|Maisie Anne Cattermole (amaisieing) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-07-07 00:08:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 07, !incomplete, alfred cattermole, maisie cattermole|
Who: Maisie and Alfie
What: Sibling luncheon!
When: July 6, 2003 around lunch time.
Where: Muggle London, Papa Leno’s Italian restaurant.
Rating/Warning: Probably low/Cuteness?
Although things had been rough on and off, lately Maisie had just been working a little too much. She had most of the things she’d ever wanted. She lived in a great flat with a nice view, she had pinched her knuts and saved up enough to live pretty comfortably, and she had a job doing something that she loved. The thing she lacked, however, was enough time spent with her family and her friends. She was a bit lonely, even if she didn’t often say it, though the weekend had been alright because she got to spend a little time with Ellie, and then she’d made arrangements to meet up with Alfie for lunch. That morning, she’d even contacted a friendly acquaintance of hers, and it was looking like she might end up with a roommate after all.
The youngest Cattermole had a little bit of a bounce in her step as she walked down the street in muggle London. She had apparated into an ally near the restaurant she’d agreed to meet Alfie at for lunch, and then proceeded to walk the rest of the way. Even the weather seemed to be at least somewhat cooperative. It wasn’t totally sunny, but it wasn’t too overcast either. She reached Papa Leno’s in relatively short order and slipped into one of the booths, taking the seat that faced the door so that her brother would be sure to spot her. It had been too long since she’d seen him, she thought. It didn’t seem fair, but they did both have separate lives to live.
She chewed on her lip anxiously, her feet bouncing restlessly, as she looked over the menu. She already knew what she wanted, but it gave her something to do. Maisie always had a hard time sitting still, especially when she was excited over something. Every bit of her behavior was normal for her, a familiar habit. She gave an unconscious sigh, and glanced at the door again. Why she had to show up entirely too early was beyond her. What she did know was that she wouldn’t be able to wipe the smile off of her face once her brother arrived. He was, after all, her favorite and only brother.