RP: It's on the house
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas
Date: 24 January 2000, evening
Location: Contego Terrace
Summary: Pizza and drinks after gaining a new tenant
Status: Private
Completion: Complete.
"Thanks again for moving your appointment back a couple of hours. Had a lot of things to take care of." Draco ambled into the kitchen, took a coffee from Cookoo, and leaned against a counter while he spoke to Dean. His third tenant. He was honestly a little surprised that Thomas had taken an interest - now he had two former members of Dumbledore's Army and one Muggle-born living under his roof.
There was something peculiarly wrong about that.
But, if it didn't bother them to rent from a former (and reluctant, he reminded himself, that part was very important) Dark wizard, it didn't bother him to rent to them.
Cookoo slid a pizza onto the island in the center of the kitchen and gave Dean a baleful glare. "Juice?" she offered, with a tad bit more menace than was truly called for. Draco gave her a look and she twisted up a toothy smile.
"Sorry, Thomas. She's ... odd. But a damn good cook. Juice, coffee, beer? What'll you have with your pizza?"
Date: 24 January 2000, evening
Location: Contego Terrace
Summary: Pizza and drinks after gaining a new tenant
Status: Private
Completion: Complete.
"Thanks again for moving your appointment back a couple of hours. Had a lot of things to take care of." Draco ambled into the kitchen, took a coffee from Cookoo, and leaned against a counter while he spoke to Dean. His third tenant. He was honestly a little surprised that Thomas had taken an interest - now he had two former members of Dumbledore's Army and one Muggle-born living under his roof.
There was something peculiarly wrong about that.
But, if it didn't bother them to rent from a former (and reluctant, he reminded himself, that part was very important) Dark wizard, it didn't bother him to rent to them.
Cookoo slid a pizza onto the island in the center of the kitchen and gave Dean a baleful glare. "Juice?" she offered, with a tad bit more menace than was truly called for. Draco gave her a look and she twisted up a toothy smile.
"Sorry, Thomas. She's ... odd. But a damn good cook. Juice, coffee, beer? What'll you have with your pizza?"