Date: Thursday, January 19, 1999 Characters: Wayne Hopkins, Roger Davies, Draco Malfoy, Shelby Fawcett Location: Various Status: Private Summary: Wayne sends some owls Completion: Complete
Shelby read over the note, holding the packet of powder in her hand absently. So much for not getting mail. Her head had ached a bit, but she'd not seen Luna in time to ask the other girl to try and get a powder from Pomfrey, so she'd just rode it out.
Still, as nice as Wayne had been, it was a bit above the call of duty, or even gentlemanly chivalry to send her a remedy. Eddie certainly wouldn't have. Must be a Hufflepuff thing. She wondered briefly if he didn't want something from her, but dismissed it as unlikely. Biting her lip, she debated replying, but decided not to. After all, she'd not asked him to write her, she'd thanked him enough before, so why drag it out? It was unlikely she'd see him again any time soon. Still, she'd hold onto the packet on the off chance that it came in handy.
It was the weirdest owl he'd ever got. An invitation, it seemed to be, to watch a Muggle Quidditch match with a man who, last week, he'd been insulting to his face. He stared at the owl, tried to pen something in return and ended up throwing it away, left it for an hour and had some dinner at the Three Broomsticks, and then came back to try again, reading and rereading the letter before he decided quite what to do.
On the one hand, it was almost ridiculous to be asked. Wayne was crazier than Draco thought he was. On the other hand, it was so tempting. Something like...acceptance, or an offer at friendship; something that Draco had been trying for for quite some time. Wayne was a Hufflepuff, and although that counted against him, Draco's Slytherin mind also pointed out that there were no truer judgement of one's character than whether one could capture the loyalty of a Hufflepuff
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Great. I wasn't sure if you'd think I was crazy for asking you to go and say no or not. We'll meet at my flat at 1p on Saturday. I'm in 2B at Vinewood Terrace. You might want to bring Muggle money for drinks or whatever you might want.
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Still, as nice as Wayne had been, it was a bit above the call of duty, or even gentlemanly chivalry to send her a remedy. Eddie certainly wouldn't have. Must be a Hufflepuff thing. She wondered briefly if he didn't want something from her, but dismissed it as unlikely. Biting her lip, she debated replying, but decided not to. After all, she'd not asked him to write her, she'd thanked him enough before, so why drag it out? It was unlikely she'd see him again any time soon. Still, she'd hold onto the packet on the off chance that it came in handy.
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Doing alright, how are you?
Coventry? You're kidding; of course I'm interested and I hope they kick arse against Chelsea. Looking forward to it mate; thanks.
Roger
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Doing just fine.
If any arse gets kicked, it'll be Coventry. Chelsea's having a smashing season! We'll meet at my flat at say one? Gives us time to get there and all.
Wayne
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On the one hand, it was almost ridiculous to be asked. Wayne was crazier than Draco thought he was. On the other hand, it was so tempting. Something like...acceptance, or an offer at friendship; something that Draco had been trying for for quite some time. Wayne was a Hufflepuff, and although that counted against him, Draco's Slytherin mind also pointed out that there were no truer judgement of one's character than whether one could capture the loyalty of a Hufflepuff ( ... )
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Great. I wasn't sure if you'd think I was crazy for asking you to go and say no or not. We'll meet at my flat at 1p on Saturday. I'm in 2B at Vinewood Terrace. You might want to bring Muggle money for drinks or whatever you might want.
Hopkins
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