Chance mentioned you to me; feel free to come by my office anytime. I've included a map. If I'm not there, I'm likely in the Ravenclaw commonroom, if you have access.
The Ravenclaw Common Room door was propped open, making it a matter of simply going in and finding a seat. Robin made himself comfortable in one of a pair of leather armchairs by a large window and waited for Simon.
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Robin, good sir:
It is high time I pry myself off these circuit boards and get some fresh air. Your invitation couldn't be more welcome. Shall we meet this evening, in the courtyard?
Spring or not, she had a coat wrapped around her while she waited. No matter where in the isles she lived, London, the northern Lochs, or Wales, she was always cold until May or so. Psychological, she was certain, but that didn't change things.
She couldn't help but crouch down and peer in the spaces between the bushes, though. It may be cold, but some brave plants were starting to poke through the earth. She smiled and tilted her head, trying to identify them by the sprouts.
She grinned when he spoke and touched the leaves gently. "Oh, I love snowdrops." She turned and smiled up at him, hem of her skirt dragging slightly in the dirt as she did. "Good sir," she greeted him, and offered a hand so he could help her straighten. "It's good to see you."
Robin helped her up with a smile. "You are like a snowdrop, braving this cold to indulge me." He held her hand and bent to kiss it. "I too am glad to see you, my lady. Where shall you lead me?"
When the sun's at its zenith, dim through the overcast spring sky, Chance is in the meadow with her new bow and arrows.
"They're beautiful," she tells Robin again, when she sees him. "Truly. How are you, anyway?" she adds. She's not his friend just for the free weaponry.
Robin smiled at her approach, truly glad to see her. He held out a new-blown snowdrop. "I am glad you like them, Chance," he said simply, hoping she would notice that he was trying to abide by her wishes in the use of her name. "I took much pleasure in making them for you, and will find more in watching you use them," His dark green eyes were soft with affection.
"I am well, though..." His expression changed, pain now reflected in the depths of those same eyes. "I would have your advice, my friend. You were right, and I am troubled, for I do not now know what to do."
"Only that I feel a fool," muttered Robin, fingers in his hair. "There is a lady - I thought, I hoped that she wanted to know me. But it is only the legend she knows. Or wants. And I have agreed to meet her friends, to have a dinner with her - and now - " He spread his hands wide. "I do not know what to do. I will surely disappoint them all, for I am not what she thinks. I tried to tell her, but she will not hear. She insists I am more than a man - I cannot be so, and so I told her, but..."
He looked at Chance, his face that of a man haunted by his own legend. "I know she means to compliment me, to be kind. You thought this might happen, so tell me, I beg you - what more may I do? I have no wish to give offense, but my interest in the lady is not what it was." And I am hurt, he thought, but did not say. She would know.
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Chance mentioned you to me; feel free to come by my office anytime. I've included a map. If I'm not there, I'm likely in the Ravenclaw commonroom, if you have access.
Simon Tam
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A mug of ale in the Ravenclaw bar would be most welcome. Shall I meet you there?
R.
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Absolutely. See you there.
Simon
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It is high time I pry myself off these circuit boards and get some fresh air. Your invitation couldn't be more welcome. Shall we meet this evening, in the courtyard?
Toshiko Sato
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As always, I am at your service. The courtyard let it be.
Robin
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She couldn't help but crouch down and peer in the spaces between the bushes, though. It may be cold, but some brave plants were starting to poke through the earth. She smiled and tilted her head, trying to identify them by the sprouts.
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It's amazing. 'Thank you' doesn't even begin to cover this. I hope I'll learn to do that bow justice eventually. When should we start?
Chance
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I am, as you surely know, at your service.
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Chance
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I shall await you there.
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"They're beautiful," she tells Robin again, when she sees him. "Truly. How are you, anyway?" she adds. She's not his friend just for the free weaponry.
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"I am well, though..." His expression changed, pain now reflected in the depths of those same eyes. "I would have your advice, my friend. You were right, and I am troubled, for I do not now know what to do."
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He looked at Chance, his face that of a man haunted by his own legend. "I know she means to compliment me, to be kind. You thought this might happen, so tell me, I beg you - what more may I do? I have no wish to give offense, but my interest in the lady is not what it was." And I am hurt, he thought, but did not say. She would know.
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