Apr 07, 2005 05:10
The door is open, the warm flicker of the fireplace glowing on the wall opposite his door. Harry is inside, making a simple soup and, at this very moment, slicing a sandwich in two and setting both halves neatly on a small, simple earthenware plate. A blink and he checks the soup, lifting the lid to take a smiling wiff of it before dipping a ladle in to serve himself in a slightly chipped Campbell's soup cup. Turning the heat down on the stove, he replaces the cover, picks up cup and plate in either hand, and settles down at the small table in his kitchen to eat. A quick trip to add a glass of soda to his meal and he sits down to eat with a content smile on his face.