Enjoying My Day Off
I have my feet up on the sofa, stretched out, head pro, a bowl of popcorn next to me as I watch the movie that I rented, a musical "Chicago". I am done with all my laundry and shopping so I thought a lazy afternoon was just what I needed. I usually like to be active, but on top of working at the Daily Prophet (though with reduced hours) and playing football, I am exhausted.
I hear the crack of apparation and then glance over at Caley, who is one of the few people who has the ability to apparate or disapparate.
"So this is what football stars do on their day off?" she teases as she walks over.
"Football stars that also work as journalists," I nod as I sit up, giving her room to sit on the sofa, which she does. Then I hand her the bowl of popcorn.
"Thanks," she says, helping herself to a handful, glancing at the screen where a musical number starts about women who claim they didn't kill their husbands.
"This is cheery," Caley remarks. "Rough day or something?"
I laugh. "No, but it's a musical about a murderess. Two of them actually."
She helps herself to some popcorn before speaking again. "Yeah, so again I ask rough day?"
This makes me laugh and I take a handful of popcorn from the bowl as she hands it back. "No, but it looked interesting."
"Good. I thought maybe there were wizard problems," she answers.
"No," I respond. "No wizards at all."
She gives me a look. "Seriously? What about that one? The one that went to your football game?"
I feel my cheeks become warm. "Orion is just a friend," I insist. "If that." I haven't seen him since and who knows if I will. "In fact, more like a friend of a friend's husband."
"But...?" she prompts.
"But nothing," I answer. "I'm divorced."
She just looks at me. "And...?"
"And what?" I ask.
"So are others. It doesn't mean you have to be single for the rest of your life."
"I know," I protest. "There just isn't anyone and before you suggest Orion, stop. We might see each other again, we might not." I had told her the story of how I met him, with the mistaken identity.
Caley rolls her eyes, stealing back the bowl of popcorn. "Fine..." she grumbles. "Though I have to ask, are you far into the movie or can we restart it?"
"For my popcorn stealing sister, I think I can restart it," I answer, glad for the change of topic. I push the remote buttons to go back to the start of the DVD, then reach for the quickly emptying bowl of popcorn. "As long as you share the popcorn."
I hear the crack of apparation and then glance over at Caley, who is one of the few people who has the ability to apparate or disapparate.
"So this is what football stars do on their day off?" she teases as she walks over.
"Football stars that also work as journalists," I nod as I sit up, giving her room to sit on the sofa, which she does. Then I hand her the bowl of popcorn.
"Thanks," she says, helping herself to a handful, glancing at the screen where a musical number starts about women who claim they didn't kill their husbands.
"This is cheery," Caley remarks. "Rough day or something?"
I laugh. "No, but it's a musical about a murderess. Two of them actually."
She helps herself to some popcorn before speaking again. "Yeah, so again I ask rough day?"
This makes me laugh and I take a handful of popcorn from the bowl as she hands it back. "No, but it looked interesting."
"Good. I thought maybe there were wizard problems," she answers.
"No," I respond. "No wizards at all."
She gives me a look. "Seriously? What about that one? The one that went to your football game?"
I feel my cheeks become warm. "Orion is just a friend," I insist. "If that." I haven't seen him since and who knows if I will. "In fact, more like a friend of a friend's husband."
"But...?" she prompts.
"But nothing," I answer. "I'm divorced."
She just looks at me. "And...?"
"And what?" I ask.
"So are others. It doesn't mean you have to be single for the rest of your life."
"I know," I protest. "There just isn't anyone and before you suggest Orion, stop. We might see each other again, we might not." I had told her the story of how I met him, with the mistaken identity.
Caley rolls her eyes, stealing back the bowl of popcorn. "Fine..." she grumbles. "Though I have to ask, are you far into the movie or can we restart it?"
"For my popcorn stealing sister, I think I can restart it," I answer, glad for the change of topic. I push the remote buttons to go back to the start of the DVD, then reach for the quickly emptying bowl of popcorn. "As long as you share the popcorn."