RP: Dinner with the 'Rents
Characters: Melinda Bobbin, Pru Bobbin (NPC) and Andrew Bobbin (NPC)
Location: Melinda's Flat
Date: February 24, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/None
Summary: Melinda has dinner with her parents
Completion: Complete
She hated dinner with her family, especially whenever Peter was away. While she didn't particularly like using her brother as a buffer with her parents, his ability at potions always seemed to make them happy as compared to how they felt about Melinda's music. She floo to her parents home after closing the shoppe up and sending off the night deliveries.
She greeted her father, handing him the book as she kissed him on the cheek. Her mother was in the kitchen finishing up dinner Pru carried a plate of green beans to the table as Andrew looked over the books. "Middy, these look great and the customers seemed to really like the potions, are you doing anything different?" he asked before thanking his wife. Pru took her seat, taking hold of the ledger to look over it as well.
"Not really," she said. "Lisa left, so I hired someone else. He's been doing most of the big order stuff. He's really skilled."
Pru's face lit up, "Oh. Is this young man the reason you came in here smiling tonight? You're normally so sullen."
Melinda made a face as she scooped the beans onto her plate. "Uhh, no." she said still trying to get the imagine of the two of them out of her head. "Besides, he's an employee. Wouldn't it be bad if I fraternized with him?" Not that it would have stopped her in the past. Melinda still maintains, she will figure out a way to get fired.
Her mother looked at her while her father cut into his pork chop. "Well, what does have you all smiling?"
Biting her lip, she debated on telling them since they have never been very supportive of the idea of her going into music in the first place. "Nothing big. A couple of friends of mind are starting this band. I just feel good about playing with a proper group."
Both parents frowned; her father's eye began to twitch slightly. "Middy, we talked about this. You are going to be running one of the most important chains of apothecaries in all of Britain. You won't have time to play in a band proper or not."
"But, Dad, I love music and I'm a terrible potion maker. The only reason the Diagon shoppe is doing so well is because of St. Mungo's standing order."
"Now, sweetie, you know how much it means to your father that you take over the family business," Pru said with the frown on her face.
"But I don't want to. Let Peter, he wants it."
The tick in her father's eye began to twitch some more as Pru explained for the hundredth time. "It is tradition to have the first born take over and Pete is not the first born."
"But..."
"No buts." he said, slamming down his glass on the table. "Now no more band nonsense. "Pru, these beans of wonderful."
Location: Melinda's Flat
Date: February 24, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/None
Summary: Melinda has dinner with her parents
Completion: Complete
She hated dinner with her family, especially whenever Peter was away. While she didn't particularly like using her brother as a buffer with her parents, his ability at potions always seemed to make them happy as compared to how they felt about Melinda's music. She floo to her parents home after closing the shoppe up and sending off the night deliveries.
She greeted her father, handing him the book as she kissed him on the cheek. Her mother was in the kitchen finishing up dinner Pru carried a plate of green beans to the table as Andrew looked over the books. "Middy, these look great and the customers seemed to really like the potions, are you doing anything different?" he asked before thanking his wife. Pru took her seat, taking hold of the ledger to look over it as well.
"Not really," she said. "Lisa left, so I hired someone else. He's been doing most of the big order stuff. He's really skilled."
Pru's face lit up, "Oh. Is this young man the reason you came in here smiling tonight? You're normally so sullen."
Melinda made a face as she scooped the beans onto her plate. "Uhh, no." she said still trying to get the imagine of the two of them out of her head. "Besides, he's an employee. Wouldn't it be bad if I fraternized with him?" Not that it would have stopped her in the past. Melinda still maintains, she will figure out a way to get fired.
Her mother looked at her while her father cut into his pork chop. "Well, what does have you all smiling?"
Biting her lip, she debated on telling them since they have never been very supportive of the idea of her going into music in the first place. "Nothing big. A couple of friends of mind are starting this band. I just feel good about playing with a proper group."
Both parents frowned; her father's eye began to twitch slightly. "Middy, we talked about this. You are going to be running one of the most important chains of apothecaries in all of Britain. You won't have time to play in a band proper or not."
"But, Dad, I love music and I'm a terrible potion maker. The only reason the Diagon shoppe is doing so well is because of St. Mungo's standing order."
"Now, sweetie, you know how much it means to your father that you take over the family business," Pru said with the frown on her face.
"But I don't want to. Let Peter, he wants it."
The tick in her father's eye began to twitch some more as Pru explained for the hundredth time. "It is tradition to have the first born take over and Pete is not the first born."
"But..."
"No buts." he said, slamming down his glass on the table. "Now no more band nonsense. "Pru, these beans of wonderful."