Oriel Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} isign) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2010-09-30 17:40:00 |
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when: September 30th. Evening.
Where: Restaurant --> Beyond.
What: Dinner and a movie. AKA a date maybe sorta kinda.
Rating: Low?
Status: Incomplete/closed.
Oriel had been filled with anticipation the whole week long as Thursday drew ever closer. The days ticking by slowly, the way that time always seemed to trudge along when ancitipation was in the air. As if that day would never come.
But of course it did come.
He spent Thursday working, of course, at the Quibbler offices, doing fact checking and research, some for himself and some for other people, senior writers and what not. Oriel was glad to be kept busy, because that made the day go all the faster, and he was pleased for that. Soon it was time to call it a day and he said goodbye to his co-workers and headed home.
Back in his flat he fed Tweak and Ralph and Fuzz and the budgies, and left food on the sill for his owl if he came by, and then cleaned up. He changed into a pair of skinny gray jeans and blue shirt, with a jacket and a scarf over top. Combing his hair and then he headed out.
He was meeting Kevin in a place in Muggle London, and so he Apparated to a place he knew would be empty and walked the rest of the way to the park where they were meeting. Tucking his hands into his coat pockets and lingering near the entrance of the park as he waited.