RP: 99 Glass Bottles
Date: Friday, September 27, 1999
Characters: Gawain Robards, Rita Skeeter
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Status: Private
Summary: A drink and some banter. A perfect Friday evening.
Completion: InComplete
Gawain didn't know what time Rita was going to show up, but he was sure she knew when he left work on a Friday evening by now, so he head straight to the Three Broomsticks from work, still dressed in his Auror robes - it helped occassionally to be a bit 'on duty' and visible, sometimes, especially when recent events had unnerved people. Rightly so, he thought, secretly. There were dangerous people out on the streets right now...if he wasn't an Auror, he'd want to know what the hell was being done about it.
He settled himself down with the Daily Prophet in the corner and began to read - he usually skim read it in the morning to make sure there wasn't anything that needed to be squashed in it, but occassionally it was enjoyable just to read it and pretend that some of it didn't put his teeth on edge. Certainly the things Rita was writing more recently were far more intriguing than terrifying.
He turned the page and settled back to wait for her.
Characters: Gawain Robards, Rita Skeeter
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Status: Private
Summary: A drink and some banter. A perfect Friday evening.
Completion: InComplete
Gawain didn't know what time Rita was going to show up, but he was sure she knew when he left work on a Friday evening by now, so he head straight to the Three Broomsticks from work, still dressed in his Auror robes - it helped occassionally to be a bit 'on duty' and visible, sometimes, especially when recent events had unnerved people. Rightly so, he thought, secretly. There were dangerous people out on the streets right now...if he wasn't an Auror, he'd want to know what the hell was being done about it.
He settled himself down with the Daily Prophet in the corner and began to read - he usually skim read it in the morning to make sure there wasn't anything that needed to be squashed in it, but occassionally it was enjoyable just to read it and pretend that some of it didn't put his teeth on edge. Certainly the things Rita was writing more recently were far more intriguing than terrifying.
He turned the page and settled back to wait for her.