Date: 1 January 1999 Characters: Lisa Turpin, Michael Corner Location: South Vinewood Avenue Status: Private Summary: Lisa runs into Michael. Almost literally. Completion: Complete
Michael was clearing the snow away from the walk in front of the house with his wand when Lisa appeared at his feet.
"Oi! Turpin! I've told you over and over you don't need to prostrate yourself before me. Unless you really want to, that is! Are you okay?" He offered her his hand to help her up.
"Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you? Having the birds falling at your feet? Don't get used to it," she said with a smirk. Lisa took his hand and allowed him to help her up. "I'm fine. Nothing wounded but my pride, I think."
She began dusting snow off the back of her track suit bottoms and winced. "Or perhaps my arse," she said, laughing and shaking her head. "I'd say I needed to sit down, but I'm not sure it'd help."
"We can go get your housemates and you can be my groupies!" He was glad Lisa was all right, and hopefully him being silly would take her mind off of her tumble.
"Come on inside. I can make tea or hot chocolate or whatever." He gestured toward the front door. "It's even clean. Imagine that."
"Keep dreaming, Corner," she said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. But she smiled all the same.
She wasn't sure how she felt about visiting when she was all sweaty from her run--not to mention with an aching tail bone--but it was a hard invitation to resist. It was either that or go home, shower and then spend the afternoon revising.
"Clean? Is there a special occasion?" she asked as she stepped inside. It wasn't quite as tidy as her house, but it didn't look like only blokes lived there either. "Or have the three of you just been gone too much the last week to dirty the place up?"
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"Oi! Turpin! I've told you over and over you don't need to prostrate yourself before me. Unless you really want to, that is! Are you okay?" He offered her his hand to help her up.
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She began dusting snow off the back of her track suit bottoms and winced. "Or perhaps my arse," she said, laughing and shaking her head. "I'd say I needed to sit down, but I'm not sure it'd help."
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"Come on inside. I can make tea or hot chocolate or whatever." He gestured toward the front door. "It's even clean. Imagine that."
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She wasn't sure how she felt about visiting when she was all sweaty from her run--not to mention with an aching tail bone--but it was a hard invitation to resist. It was either that or go home, shower and then spend the afternoon revising.
"Clean? Is there a special occasion?" she asked as she stepped inside. It wasn't quite as tidy as her house, but it didn't look like only blokes lived there either. "Or have the three of you just been gone too much the last week to dirty the place up?"
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