PRESENT-RP: Owl Droppings Are Not A Garnish
DATE/TIME: 5 September 2007 Mid-afternoon
CHARACTERS: Katie Bell, [Benjy Williams]
PLACE: The Bell Bar
RATING: Gen
STATUS: Complete
It was mid-afternoon and the bar was full of the regular customers. The door swung open, revealing yet another regular afternoon visitor, whom Katie greeted warmly, but just before the door slammed shut, a large owl carrying a basket in its claws, flew in and headed straight for the bar.
Katie's instinct was to duck as the large bird dropped the basket on the smooth counter-top. The bird hooted indignantly and landed on the beer pulls.
"Okay, okay... hold on a second. Let me get some treats," said Katie, exasperated. She reached under the bar to a big fish bowl which held treats for birds. She grabbed a handful and put them on the end of the bar for the owl to enjoy.
Katie looked at the basket and then realized who it was from.
Dearest Kathryn,
I would be much obliged if you would agree to accompany me to the theatre this Friday evening. I have tickets to Phantom of the Opera and would be very pleased if you would put up with my unrefined presence for the evening, though I promise that I will try to live up to both the elegance of the stage and the sophistication that your family insists I emanate. If you are able to take the evening off, I would love to take you for dinner before the show, as well.
Please send a reply back with my owl, Sophocles. I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours,
Benjamin
Katie looked over at the bird who was eating treats and leaving droppings on her freshly-mopped floor and busted out laughing.
The whole ordeal was a bit ridiculous, but there was something nagging at her insides and Katie still hadn't found out much more about this mysterious Quidditch player. She decided she'd go to the theater with him and wrote a quick reply, sending it off with his owl as quickly as possibly just to get him out of the bar.
Katie turned back to the basket and ruffled through its contents, which consisted of a box of chocolates from Honeyduke's, an empty journal, and a half dozen red roses. Sighing, Katie took the basket upstairs to her flat, half wanting to preserve its contents, half wanting to avoid questions and comments about its contents and its origin.
CHARACTERS: Katie Bell, [Benjy Williams]
PLACE: The Bell Bar
RATING: Gen
STATUS: Complete
It was mid-afternoon and the bar was full of the regular customers. The door swung open, revealing yet another regular afternoon visitor, whom Katie greeted warmly, but just before the door slammed shut, a large owl carrying a basket in its claws, flew in and headed straight for the bar.
Katie's instinct was to duck as the large bird dropped the basket on the smooth counter-top. The bird hooted indignantly and landed on the beer pulls.
"Okay, okay... hold on a second. Let me get some treats," said Katie, exasperated. She reached under the bar to a big fish bowl which held treats for birds. She grabbed a handful and put them on the end of the bar for the owl to enjoy.
Katie looked at the basket and then realized who it was from.
Dearest Kathryn,
I would be much obliged if you would agree to accompany me to the theatre this Friday evening. I have tickets to Phantom of the Opera and would be very pleased if you would put up with my unrefined presence for the evening, though I promise that I will try to live up to both the elegance of the stage and the sophistication that your family insists I emanate. If you are able to take the evening off, I would love to take you for dinner before the show, as well.
Please send a reply back with my owl, Sophocles. I hope to hear from you soon.
Yours,
Benjamin
Katie looked over at the bird who was eating treats and leaving droppings on her freshly-mopped floor and busted out laughing.
The whole ordeal was a bit ridiculous, but there was something nagging at her insides and Katie still hadn't found out much more about this mysterious Quidditch player. She decided she'd go to the theater with him and wrote a quick reply, sending it off with his owl as quickly as possibly just to get him out of the bar.
Katie turned back to the basket and ruffled through its contents, which consisted of a box of chocolates from Honeyduke's, an empty journal, and a half dozen red roses. Sighing, Katie took the basket upstairs to her flat, half wanting to preserve its contents, half wanting to avoid questions and comments about its contents and its origin.