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RP: Should we go out?

Feb 27, 2009 11:56

Date: Friday, September 27, 1999
Characters: Cho Chang, Stephen Cornfoot
Location: 47 South Vinewood Avenue
Status: Private
Summary: Spending time together on a Friday night.
Completion: Complete

( Or could we stay in? )

stephen cornfoot, september 1999, place: private residence, cho chang

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rar_stephen February 27 2009, 18:40:51 UTC

Stephen couldn't decide if he should tuck his shirt into his khakis or if he should leave it out. Bloody hell, Cornfoot, does it really matter?

There was a knock at the door, and his internal dialogue stopped. He smiled unconsciously and opened the door. Cho smiled up at him from the hallway. "Hey," he said.

rar_cho February 27 2009, 19:57:52 UTC

"Hey," she said, smiling as she realized just how much she had missed him this week. "Did you already have something in mind for dinner?" She hoped his week hadn't been as tiring as hers but thought he might still appreciate the option of staying close to home tonight.

She grinned as she presented her suggestion, "I had an idea that includes eating and relaxing - just the two of us. Maybe we could get takeaway from a restaurant and bring it back here?"

rar_stephen February 27 2009, 20:19:20 UTC

Cho's smile was infectious, and Stephen tried to rein in his excitement. He knew he had missed seeing her, but he didn't realise how much until she stood before him. "No plans exactly," he answered her.

When Cho mentioned grabbing take away and bringing it back, he nodded. Staying in sounded really good. He'd had a long and trying week, and starting Sunday, he had a new workout regime to conquer. "Sure," he said. "My place is fine. Or yours." His stomach tensed slightly at the thought of them having a 'date' (if that's what it was) in his flat. Just the two of them. Alone. Keep it together. He cleared this throat. "What would you like? To eat?"

rar_cho February 27 2009, 22:27:31 UTC

Her smile grew wider as he agreed. He didn't seem disappointed about not going out to dinner. "Thanks for this, Stephen. It just sounds more relaxing to me right now."

When he asked what she wanted for dinner, she knew the one thing she didn't want. "Anything but sandwiches." She grinned, "That's what I've lived on all week. So anything hot would be good." She thought for a moment, "If we don't want to go too far, I'm fine with pub food. Maybe some curry or fish and chips from the 3B. Or we can try somewhere in Diagon Alley?"

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rar_stephen March 3 2009, 17:54:18 UTC

"I enjoy Quidditch," Stephen admitted. He bit into his egg roll and chewed slowly, thinking over Cho's question.

"I...well, I don't suppose I had the opportunity to decide," he finally said. The idea still caused anger to burn within his stomach. He clenched one fist beneath the table. "We had certain areas where we were allowed to excel and study."

He stared off across the room, and when he spoke again it was in a low voice. "I wanted a paint set once." He made a scoffing noise in his throat. "Never happened. Not exactly a fitting aspiration for a bloke with my kind of intelligence. Or so I've been told."

rar_cho March 3 2009, 19:10:48 UTC

She listened as Stephen talked about the limitations set upon him as a child. She could tell from his reaction, they were not pleasant memories. She shook her head, trying to comprehend how someone could restrict a child's growth like that. "So, you weren't encouraged to explore your own interests?" Her own parents were not in favor of her playing Quidditch, but they never attempted to stifle her athletic abilities ( ... )

rar_stephen March 3 2009, 20:24:20 UTC

Stephen shrugged. This was hisfault. He'd opened up the avenue for this particular conversation, and now he could feel her sympathy. Or was it pity? He cringed. He didn't feel sorry for himself. He felt unhappiness now as an adult. As a child, it had just been his life.

"I didn't know anything different," he tried to explain. "We were encouraged in ways that were seen as what would lead to the greatest end result. I was...happy," he said. Though it wasn't the same sort of happiness he had experienced with Cho. When he thought of his childhood, it just was.

She leaned against him, and he exhaled slowly. "No one gets everything they want, yeah? I probably would have been a wretched painter." He tried to smile.

What did his parents think about his job? "It's an honourable occupation. They have no complaints."

rar_cho March 3 2009, 22:55:08 UTC

Stephen seemed very matter-of-fact explaining that was just how he was raised. He'd said before his upbringing was strict. She tilted her head as she looked up at him. "It sounds like they did want the best for you ( ... )

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