Pardon me, sir, I lost track of time
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Cranking up his stereo up in his studio, Dean Apparated back down to his kitchen, letting the music filter down the open staircase. Opening his refrigerator, he poked his head in, trying to find something to whet his appetite. The man grabbed an ever present can of Coke and popped the top. He still didn't know what do eat. Bugger.
Lavender twined a lock of honey blonde hair around one finger as she approached Dean's doorstep, unsure of how welcome she was. She'd not seen him in far too long, and she hadn't really kept in touch when she left for Greece, and then she'd been too much of a drunken mess to write when she got home. But after much prodding from Parvati, Lavender was again facing the world - though it was the last thing she wanted to do - and since Dean was part of the world a visit to her old friend was in order.
She shifted from one foot to the other and rang the bell, biting on her thumbnail.
Head popping up at the sound of his doorbell, Dean Apparated down to the front door. Yes, he could use the stairs, but he was a wizard damn it, he could get around as he wanted. Yanking the door open, a grin broke out across his face. "Lav!" he said, opening the door wider. "Come in, come in."
The grin was a relief and she felt an answering smile move over her lips as she crossed over the threshold. "Hi, Dean. How are you?"
"I'm good, trying to find something eat. Care to join me? I'm thinking about ordering pizza. Nothing else appeals." He gave eyed her critically. "You're looking well," he said. A little thin, maybe, but the blonde had always been that way.
She waved off his words with a little smile. "I'm not hungry, thanks. I just popped in to say hello, since I haven't seen you in so long."
"Well sit with me anyway. I hate eating alone. Catch me up in your life. How's your painting?"
"Depends on how you look at it," she replied wryly. "I'm still painting, and no one is buying. Still." She shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair.
"You'll stumble upon it sometime," he assured as he led her up the stairs. Gesturing towards one of the chairs around the kitchen table, he picked up the phone and ordered himself a pepperoni pizza. While he could have gotten something on the Wizarding side, he found Muggle pizza was by far, superior. "If you don't want something to eat, how about something to drink." Picking up his abandoned can, he took another sip.
"One can only hope," she replied as she folded herself into one of the chairs. "In the meantime I supplement my meager income by working as a bartender in seedy little bars that no one has ever heard of. I'll just have a water, please." She watched him for a moment and smiled. "How's the solicitor thing going?"
He put a glass of ice water in front of her. "It's pretty good. Penny's a good boss and more often than not we're off by ourselves in the offices in Diagon. Though last week we had to go muggleside for particularly lovely bunch of stupid sods. Wouldn't agree to the existence of magic thought they wanted their dearly departed grandmother's wizarding savings. Wasn't allowed to hex them, no matter how much I wanted to."
She wrapped her fingers around the glass, but made no move to lift it to her lips. She contented herself by drawing little designs in the rapidly forming condensation. "It's probably a good thing that you weren't allowed to hex them. You'd get in trouble. On the other hand, a good hexing might have done some good."
"It would have also made me feel better," he pointed out, taking a seat across from her. "And with football season over for the summer, I need to find my enjoyments whatever form they may come in. So you know about my dismally boring life and I know you're still painting, anything else we should cover or are we that dreadfully boring?"
"I do believe that we might actually be that dreadfully boring," she quipped with a little grin. "Because I have absolutely nothing else to cover."
"Someone alert the presses," he grinned back to her. "Have you heard from any of our illustrious classmates recently? Every so often I see a photo of Harry in the gossip section, but I mostly ignore those."
"The only person I've seen recently is Parvati." Her fingers faltered in the design making and she curled them around the cold glass. "She's back, and she has a son."
Dean blinked, his jaw dropping. Calmly he put his can of soda down and looked at the woman sitting across from him. "Wait. Wait. Did you seriously just tell me that not only is Parvati back in England, but she's now a packaged deal?"
"I was as shocked as you are when I found out. She just showed up out of the blue with the little guy in tow. He's three." She couldn't help the small burst of bitterness, even if she did feel guilty about it. She just couldn't believe that her bestie had given birth in a foreign country and she didn't even get an owl.
"Holy fucking shite. Pardon my language." Dean stood. "This calls for a drink. What do you want? A beer? Vodka? Rum? Gin? Choose your poison." He ran a hand over his face, trying to imagine his friend as a mother. It wouldn't come into fruition.
She really shouldn't have anything more to drink, but since he was offering, "rum, please. If it makes you feel any better, I was just as shell-shocked as you are."
"I have half a mind to track her down and knock her upside the head." Dean shook his head as he went for the rum and whiskey. "Of course, I don't know where she, besides in the country." Sitting back down, he passed her the bottle of rum. With a critical eye he poured the rum into the can of Coke. After a few taste tests to determine if he liked the ratio of alcohol to mixer, he sat back.
"Holy crap."
Lavender took the bottle, but made no move to pour it. She would finish off her water first. "She lives with Harry Potter, which, of course, means that I have no idea where she is either." She'd been in Greece when the move happened, and had only found out afterwards.
Dean blinked."I really don't know how to respond to that. Except that really doesn't make a whole lot of sense." He knew Harry. He liked Harry, but he really couldn't see the two of them together. Then again, he couldn't see Parvati as a mother, certainly not from his memories of Paris.
"I know, right? It's almost enough to make your brain explode. She says they aren't together like that, and I believe her." She just couldn't picture the two of them as a couple, not after the complete disaster that had been the Yule Ball.
"Still, Harry?" Dean felt like scratching his head. "Though I guess it couldn't hurt him, yeah? Besides Ron and Hermione, he was always a bit of a loner. If they're rekindling their friendship, who are we to judge?"
"Well, I was her best friend which gives me a little bit of leeway in the judging department, don't you agree?" She noted with not a small amount of sadness that she wasn't quite sure if she still was. She shrugged and stood to dump the rest of her water in the sink.
"I think, under wizarding law, you do get official leeway in that judging department. I don't know who the Head is though," Dean teased lightly. He shook his head, wondering what had happened in Parvati's life to change so much that she would hid a major life changing event from her friends and family.
"Lucky me," she said as she rejoined him at the table, pouring a good two fingers of rum into her glass. "I wonder what other perks it comes with."
"I'd have to look that up and I really don't feel like going up to my study to look up the right statute or precedent." Dean sipped his whiskey and Coke.
Lavender let a small pout curve her lips as she delicately sipped her rum. "Not even for me? Never mind, don't answer that."
"I'm lazy. And comfortable. Do you really want me to spend at least the next forty-five minutes looking something up?" His eyes danced merrily as he met her gaze, the corners crinkling even more when he saw the touch of pout. "Besides, pizza should be here soon anyway."
"It's your pizza, remember?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "And no, I don't want you to spend the next forty-five minutes in a library." Her nose crinkled at the thought. It wasn't that she didn't like books, well, actually, that was it.
"Exactly. My pizza is coming soon, I'm hungry, and I'm done with work for today." He tilted back in his chair. "Any plans for tonight besides invading my humble abode." That was a misnomer, of course. There was nothing humble about Greyfriar's Passage.
Somehow she knew that getting incredibly drunk and sobbing over old pictures was not the answer he was looking for. "Not really. Just more painting, nothing new."
His gaze traveled up to the source of the music drifting down from his studio. "I could always put the pizza under stasis and we could paint together."
Lavender grinned mischievously. "Are you sure? Remember what happened the last time we painted together?" She'd been unable to resist the temptation to start a paint fight and had been washing paint out of her hair for the next week.
"And this is the point I say I'm lucky I'm not blonde like some people," he nodded in her direction. "Usually the paint is unnoticable. And as long as my paintings are covered beforehand, all should be fine. I'm no Jackson Pollock."
"If anything, I'm lucky to be blonde. They have more fun, remember?" she replied haughtily. "Come on, let's go paint."
Tossing back the rest of the can of soda, he grinned over at her. "Meet you there." His grin turned into a smirk as he Apparated straight up to his studio.
[Summary: Lavender rejoins the world and stops in to say hi to Dean.]
Cranking up his stereo up in his studio, Dean Apparated back down to his kitchen, letting the music filter down the open staircase. Opening his refrigerator, he poked his head in, trying to find something to whet his appetite. The man grabbed an ever present can of Coke and popped the top. He still didn't know what do eat. Bugger.
Lavender twined a lock of honey blonde hair around one finger as she approached Dean's doorstep, unsure of how welcome she was. She'd not seen him in far too long, and she hadn't really kept in touch when she left for Greece, and then she'd been too much of a drunken mess to write when she got home. But after much prodding from Parvati, Lavender was again facing the world - though it was the last thing she wanted to do - and since Dean was part of the world a visit to her old friend was in order.
She shifted from one foot to the other and rang the bell, biting on her thumbnail.
Head popping up at the sound of his doorbell, Dean Apparated down to the front door. Yes, he could use the stairs, but he was a wizard damn it, he could get around as he wanted. Yanking the door open, a grin broke out across his face. "Lav!" he said, opening the door wider. "Come in, come in."
The grin was a relief and she felt an answering smile move over her lips as she crossed over the threshold. "Hi, Dean. How are you?"
"I'm good, trying to find something eat. Care to join me? I'm thinking about ordering pizza. Nothing else appeals." He gave eyed her critically. "You're looking well," he said. A little thin, maybe, but the blonde had always been that way.
She waved off his words with a little smile. "I'm not hungry, thanks. I just popped in to say hello, since I haven't seen you in so long."
"Well sit with me anyway. I hate eating alone. Catch me up in your life. How's your painting?"
"Depends on how you look at it," she replied wryly. "I'm still painting, and no one is buying. Still." She shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair.
"You'll stumble upon it sometime," he assured as he led her up the stairs. Gesturing towards one of the chairs around the kitchen table, he picked up the phone and ordered himself a pepperoni pizza. While he could have gotten something on the Wizarding side, he found Muggle pizza was by far, superior. "If you don't want something to eat, how about something to drink." Picking up his abandoned can, he took another sip.
"One can only hope," she replied as she folded herself into one of the chairs. "In the meantime I supplement my meager income by working as a bartender in seedy little bars that no one has ever heard of. I'll just have a water, please." She watched him for a moment and smiled. "How's the solicitor thing going?"
He put a glass of ice water in front of her. "It's pretty good. Penny's a good boss and more often than not we're off by ourselves in the offices in Diagon. Though last week we had to go muggleside for particularly lovely bunch of stupid sods. Wouldn't agree to the existence of magic thought they wanted their dearly departed grandmother's wizarding savings. Wasn't allowed to hex them, no matter how much I wanted to."
She wrapped her fingers around the glass, but made no move to lift it to her lips. She contented herself by drawing little designs in the rapidly forming condensation. "It's probably a good thing that you weren't allowed to hex them. You'd get in trouble. On the other hand, a good hexing might have done some good."
"It would have also made me feel better," he pointed out, taking a seat across from her. "And with football season over for the summer, I need to find my enjoyments whatever form they may come in. So you know about my dismally boring life and I know you're still painting, anything else we should cover or are we that dreadfully boring?"
"I do believe that we might actually be that dreadfully boring," she quipped with a little grin. "Because I have absolutely nothing else to cover."
"Someone alert the presses," he grinned back to her. "Have you heard from any of our illustrious classmates recently? Every so often I see a photo of Harry in the gossip section, but I mostly ignore those."
"The only person I've seen recently is Parvati." Her fingers faltered in the design making and she curled them around the cold glass. "She's back, and she has a son."
Dean blinked, his jaw dropping. Calmly he put his can of soda down and looked at the woman sitting across from him. "Wait. Wait. Did you seriously just tell me that not only is Parvati back in England, but she's now a packaged deal?"
"I was as shocked as you are when I found out. She just showed up out of the blue with the little guy in tow. He's three." She couldn't help the small burst of bitterness, even if she did feel guilty about it. She just couldn't believe that her bestie had given birth in a foreign country and she didn't even get an owl.
"Holy fucking shite. Pardon my language." Dean stood. "This calls for a drink. What do you want? A beer? Vodka? Rum? Gin? Choose your poison." He ran a hand over his face, trying to imagine his friend as a mother. It wouldn't come into fruition.
She really shouldn't have anything more to drink, but since he was offering, "rum, please. If it makes you feel any better, I was just as shell-shocked as you are."
"I have half a mind to track her down and knock her upside the head." Dean shook his head as he went for the rum and whiskey. "Of course, I don't know where she, besides in the country." Sitting back down, he passed her the bottle of rum. With a critical eye he poured the rum into the can of Coke. After a few taste tests to determine if he liked the ratio of alcohol to mixer, he sat back.
"Holy crap."
Lavender took the bottle, but made no move to pour it. She would finish off her water first. "She lives with Harry Potter, which, of course, means that I have no idea where she is either." She'd been in Greece when the move happened, and had only found out afterwards.
Dean blinked."I really don't know how to respond to that. Except that really doesn't make a whole lot of sense." He knew Harry. He liked Harry, but he really couldn't see the two of them together. Then again, he couldn't see Parvati as a mother, certainly not from his memories of Paris.
"I know, right? It's almost enough to make your brain explode. She says they aren't together like that, and I believe her." She just couldn't picture the two of them as a couple, not after the complete disaster that had been the Yule Ball.
"Still, Harry?" Dean felt like scratching his head. "Though I guess it couldn't hurt him, yeah? Besides Ron and Hermione, he was always a bit of a loner. If they're rekindling their friendship, who are we to judge?"
"Well, I was her best friend which gives me a little bit of leeway in the judging department, don't you agree?" She noted with not a small amount of sadness that she wasn't quite sure if she still was. She shrugged and stood to dump the rest of her water in the sink.
"I think, under wizarding law, you do get official leeway in that judging department. I don't know who the Head is though," Dean teased lightly. He shook his head, wondering what had happened in Parvati's life to change so much that she would hid a major life changing event from her friends and family.
"Lucky me," she said as she rejoined him at the table, pouring a good two fingers of rum into her glass. "I wonder what other perks it comes with."
"I'd have to look that up and I really don't feel like going up to my study to look up the right statute or precedent." Dean sipped his whiskey and Coke.
Lavender let a small pout curve her lips as she delicately sipped her rum. "Not even for me? Never mind, don't answer that."
"I'm lazy. And comfortable. Do you really want me to spend at least the next forty-five minutes looking something up?" His eyes danced merrily as he met her gaze, the corners crinkling even more when he saw the touch of pout. "Besides, pizza should be here soon anyway."
"It's your pizza, remember?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "And no, I don't want you to spend the next forty-five minutes in a library." Her nose crinkled at the thought. It wasn't that she didn't like books, well, actually, that was it.
"Exactly. My pizza is coming soon, I'm hungry, and I'm done with work for today." He tilted back in his chair. "Any plans for tonight besides invading my humble abode." That was a misnomer, of course. There was nothing humble about Greyfriar's Passage.
Somehow she knew that getting incredibly drunk and sobbing over old pictures was not the answer he was looking for. "Not really. Just more painting, nothing new."
His gaze traveled up to the source of the music drifting down from his studio. "I could always put the pizza under stasis and we could paint together."
Lavender grinned mischievously. "Are you sure? Remember what happened the last time we painted together?" She'd been unable to resist the temptation to start a paint fight and had been washing paint out of her hair for the next week.
"And this is the point I say I'm lucky I'm not blonde like some people," he nodded in her direction. "Usually the paint is unnoticable. And as long as my paintings are covered beforehand, all should be fine. I'm no Jackson Pollock."
"If anything, I'm lucky to be blonde. They have more fun, remember?" she replied haughtily. "Come on, let's go paint."
Tossing back the rest of the can of soda, he grinned over at her. "Meet you there." His grin turned into a smirk as he Apparated straight up to his studio.
[Summary: Lavender rejoins the world and stops in to say hi to Dean.]