|Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-09-14 21:40:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 09, delaney twilfitt, incomplete, maeve sheridan|
Characters: Maeve Sheridan and Delaney Twilfitt
Setting: Friday evening, after business hours, at Maeve's flat.
Summary: Another dinner after another awkward exchange.
Rating: PG for the moment, but let's say TBD to be safe considering the participants.
Maeve shouldered open the door to her flat, holding onto her oversized bag of Chinese take away with both arms. It was so easy, with Chinese food, to over order and Maeve was no exception. She glanced at her journal before shoving it aside to unload the bag, sure without even glancing that Delaney would accept the invitation and Apparate in shortly. Regardless, she waved her wand at the food and placed a warming charm on it.
She dug a corkscrew out of the utensil drawer, uncorked a bottle of red she had sitting on the counter and pulled out both of the wineglasses she owned. Sitting down on one of the stools she had at the counter she settled in and poured herself a glass while she resisted the urge to start eating. She swirled the wine around in the glass before she took a sip and pulled a copy of the Practical Potioneer toward her, leaning on the counter as she flipped through the pages, looking for the most interesting article.