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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Books of Mystery' / Tuesday, October 18th / 7:00 pm
Location: Preston's Picnic Spot
Open To: Cordelia
Currently Involving: Preston
There was a fair bit of work to be done.
Preston had wooed a sixth year just earlier yesterday, and never being one to wait too long for a girl who seemed entirely too willing to snog his brains out, planned the date for this evening. He knew how to work the times to his advantage -- with an innocent like Cordelia, it was only right to give her a proper date-day. With a girl who had been around a bit, he had no expectations of a demure attitude. So why bother, and most importantly, why wait?
He was down the slope from the Pitch, flinging out a large picnic blanket. He knew that the season was moving on, and that soon he'd not be able to resort to his standard picnic date. This would, perhaps, be the last of the year. Then he'd have to move on to one of his winter locales -- which he'd admit, he quite liked. Warm, cozy. Perfect date atmosphere.
Once the sheet was laid out and smoothed down, he nodded to himself and began working on the food from the basket he'd brought, completely unaware of the presence making its way closer.
Location: Preston's Picnic Spot
Open To: Cordelia
Currently Involving: Preston
There was a fair bit of work to be done.
Preston had wooed a sixth year just earlier yesterday, and never being one to wait too long for a girl who seemed entirely too willing to snog his brains out, planned the date for this evening. He knew how to work the times to his advantage -- with an innocent like Cordelia, it was only right to give her a proper date-day. With a girl who had been around a bit, he had no expectations of a demure attitude. So why bother, and most importantly, why wait?
He was down the slope from the Pitch, flinging out a large picnic blanket. He knew that the season was moving on, and that soon he'd not be able to resort to his standard picnic date. This would, perhaps, be the last of the year. Then he'd have to move on to one of his winter locales -- which he'd admit, he quite liked. Warm, cozy. Perfect date atmosphere.
Once the sheet was laid out and smoothed down, he nodded to himself and began working on the food from the basket he'd brought, completely unaware of the presence making its way closer.