Buggre Alle This (Over Tea)
((Closed RP, Aziraphale and Lily))
At five minutes to three o'clock on the appointed day, Aziraphale stood outside the door to the Hufflepuff common room, hands clasped somewhat nervously behind his back as he awaited Lily's arrival.
He had tea waiting and was looking forward to showing her his precious Bible, but really, how did one properly greet a lady who had last seen one reduced to the stature and mental capacity of a six-month old (and stark naked besides?) To say nothing of the peculiar dynamic that seemed to exist between the lady in question and one's longtime...associate.
Awkward. Very awkward. Still, he had faith that it would all work out for the best in the end.*
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*Or if not, he had become exceedingly adept at pretending to everyone, himself included, that he did.
At five minutes to three o'clock on the appointed day, Aziraphale stood outside the door to the Hufflepuff common room, hands clasped somewhat nervously behind his back as he awaited Lily's arrival.
He had tea waiting and was looking forward to showing her his precious Bible, but really, how did one properly greet a lady who had last seen one reduced to the stature and mental capacity of a six-month old (and stark naked besides?) To say nothing of the peculiar dynamic that seemed to exist between the lady in question and one's longtime...associate.
Awkward. Very awkward. Still, he had faith that it would all work out for the best in the end.*
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*Or if not, he had become exceedingly adept at pretending to everyone, himself included, that he did.