RP: Join me for dinner?
Date: 29 November, 1999
Characters: Verity Jackson
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Private
Summary: Verity heads home from the WWW Museum site, and runs into dinner company
Completion: InComplete
Verity pulled the scarf off her hair, tucking it into her jacket pocket and turned to pick up her handbag and gloves. "I'll be back tomorrow evening for the next coat," she called to Matt, then headed out the familiar side door. It sure looked different now, the building, but the idea was fab, and the basement was already partitioned off and warded, with a dozen crates of stuff already stored there for display.
It was going to be fab.
She drew her wand and Apparated to a spot in Hogsmeade, giving herself a bit of a walk before she got home, and her stomach made an interested grumble. Oh...dinner would be good. Maybe the Three Broomsticks? Utopia? She wasn't sure what she was in the mood for, but a glass of white would go nicely with whatever it turned out to be.
She headed up the high street, taking a mental inventory of what was around, to see what sounded the best.
Characters: Verity Jackson
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Private
Summary: Verity heads home from the WWW Museum site, and runs into dinner company
Completion: InComplete
Verity pulled the scarf off her hair, tucking it into her jacket pocket and turned to pick up her handbag and gloves. "I'll be back tomorrow evening for the next coat," she called to Matt, then headed out the familiar side door. It sure looked different now, the building, but the idea was fab, and the basement was already partitioned off and warded, with a dozen crates of stuff already stored there for display.
It was going to be fab.
She drew her wand and Apparated to a spot in Hogsmeade, giving herself a bit of a walk before she got home, and her stomach made an interested grumble. Oh...dinner would be good. Maybe the Three Broomsticks? Utopia? She wasn't sure what she was in the mood for, but a glass of white would go nicely with whatever it turned out to be.
She headed up the high street, taking a mental inventory of what was around, to see what sounded the best.