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tigertiger ([info]tigertiger) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-08-28 20:00:00
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Who: Stephen Cornfoot and Stephanie Fawcett
When: Saturday Night
Where: Stephanie's Flat
What: Stephen comes over to see a painting and what he will find will surprise him.
Rating: PG?
Open/Closed: Open to Stephanie Fawcett



There was nothing better, in Stephen's opinion, than being so near a best friend that saying 'be there in a sec' was true without having to apparate. He didn't mind apparation but not only was their neighborhood a muggle but the act of apparating was never his strongest magic. He was always too nervous about the very act to feel right about it and the whole thing was rooted in the need to be confident in doing it.

So when he said he'd be over he had meant he'd jog down the three flights of stairs to exit his building and jog over to the one right next door, up another four flights just to visit Stephanie. His hand gripped a small, velvet, black box tight and it was with that hand, knuckles white with how tight he gripped it, that he knocked before simply walking in.

Stephen knew the door would be unlocked, knew she'd be waiting and so he began to talk at once.

"Okay, so, your stairs remind me of..."

His mouth went dry and his heart began to pound wildly. He was staring at the painting that took up that wall, unable to formulate any coherent thoughts or words until a minute had passed.

"When did... What did... you did that?"


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