RP: Family resemblance
Date: 5 March 1999
Characters: Wayne Hopkins, Gawain Robards
Location: Ministry of Magic
Status: Private
Summary: You know, you look like someone I used to know...
Completion: Incomplete
Gawain's week had been hectic, but it was no less hectic than the week he was going to be having, if everything went to plan. He was particularly looking forward to getting those thugs off the streets, but that aside, was planning to be utterly exhausted and sleep on his desk at work some time in the next fortnight. It was inevitable.
He was treating himself tonight to a proper meal, just in case, and the Three Broomsticks was as homely and pleasant as ever; if perhaps a little quieter than usual. He settled himself down in a boothe near the door and browsed the menu, humming over it thoughtfully before deciding on the gammon steak. Yes, that's be a treat; with a nice big hunk of pineapple on top of it.
Glancing up, he studied the young man at the next table, waiting for Rosmerta to come so he could order. He remembered him; Hopkins, wasn't it? Only there was something particularly nagging at him, and the more he tried to ignore it, the more difficult it was to ignore. He looked...well - familiar. Not familiar in the way that he'd met him once or twice, but more of a resemblance, although Guy was having trouble working out exactly what that was.
Once again he shifted in his chair and tried to ignore it -- since he couldn't place where the familiarity was, or even who the young man resembled, it would be silly to bring it up, or even think about it, because thinking about it was just making the whole thing worse.
In the end, though, he'd looked over so often he thought it'd be rude not to say anything, so he coughed softly and tossed his head back, rearranging his fringe out of his eyes. "I hope life is treating you fairly, Mr. Hopkins."
Characters: Wayne Hopkins, Gawain Robards
Location: Ministry of Magic
Status: Private
Summary: You know, you look like someone I used to know...
Completion: Incomplete
Gawain's week had been hectic, but it was no less hectic than the week he was going to be having, if everything went to plan. He was particularly looking forward to getting those thugs off the streets, but that aside, was planning to be utterly exhausted and sleep on his desk at work some time in the next fortnight. It was inevitable.
He was treating himself tonight to a proper meal, just in case, and the Three Broomsticks was as homely and pleasant as ever; if perhaps a little quieter than usual. He settled himself down in a boothe near the door and browsed the menu, humming over it thoughtfully before deciding on the gammon steak. Yes, that's be a treat; with a nice big hunk of pineapple on top of it.
Glancing up, he studied the young man at the next table, waiting for Rosmerta to come so he could order. He remembered him; Hopkins, wasn't it? Only there was something particularly nagging at him, and the more he tried to ignore it, the more difficult it was to ignore. He looked...well - familiar. Not familiar in the way that he'd met him once or twice, but more of a resemblance, although Guy was having trouble working out exactly what that was.
Once again he shifted in his chair and tried to ignore it -- since he couldn't place where the familiarity was, or even who the young man resembled, it would be silly to bring it up, or even think about it, because thinking about it was just making the whole thing worse.
In the end, though, he'd looked over so often he thought it'd be rude not to say anything, so he coughed softly and tossed his head back, rearranging his fringe out of his eyes. "I hope life is treating you fairly, Mr. Hopkins."