About that shipment~

Oct 17, 2010 22:26

WHO: That one red head, and a certain prefect
WHEN: A few minutes after dinner had been served.
WHERE: Room of Requirement.
WHAT: Business as usual. Smuggled goods, paying customers... who might not have exact change.

Once Erin and Conner had tried again at retrieving the supplies, everything went smoothly. Among the random things they brought to the students of Hogwarts, there was a special order for a certain prefect. It really wasn't hard getting the item in question. Their contact had made full use of their apparition skills from going between Hogsmeade and their own contacts in Netherlands with no problems at all whenever Erin and Conner required them too.
Erin had already sent Ash on her way with a hidden message about the arrival of said goods, earlier in the day. All there was to do now, was to grab a bite to eat and run off to the Room of Requirement. Though on her way out of the Great Hall, in the back of her mind she thought she heard a ruckus going on. One of the voices being her own brother's. But she thought nothing of it. If anything, thinking maybe him and Alfred were getting excited about the Quidditch match. Nothing different.

Once the usual ritual to summon the Room of Requirement was completed, Erin found behind the door all she needed. Fireplace, two chairs, and a table. Really, the table wasn't needed at all, but it was nice to have. Made it feel more official.
It also seemed she had arrived before him. She hadn't taken the chance to look for him in the Great Hall to see if he was going to eat anything tonight either.

So, Erin took her seat at the small table, closest to the fireplace, but also facing the door, waiting.

oh shit- we actually need a hetero tag?!, it's always the quiet ones, status: complete, room of requirements, drugs and alcohol and heathens o mai, all you need is love, !event: harry potter, northern ireland, everybody loves wilm, i solemnly swear i am up to no good, i'm responsible i swear, netherlands

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