RP: Random Encounter
Date: Wednesday, 7 August 1999
Characters: Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis
Location: Muggle London
Status: Private
Summary: Theodore and Tracey run into each other and have a chat.
Completion: Incomplete
Theodore wasn't, likely to no one's great surprise, the sort of person who relaxed for the sake of relaxing. Or at all, for that matter. He was generally too restless and too preoccupied with Very Important Things (or, at least, things that he'd convinced himself were Very Important) to stop and just take a break. Unfortunately, this lifestyle seemed to be leading to increasingly chronic headaches and there were really only so many pain potions he could stomach before the smell alone would start making him feel ill.
So, pragmatically, he'd decided that maybe a bit of a change in habit was in order, which was how he'd come to be wandering somewhat aimlessly around London, in the general vicinity of Charing Cross for no real reason, except maybe slight proximity to Diagon Alley.
As it turned out, relaxing was rather more difficult than he'd thought and he was almost appallingly bad at it.
He added that fact to the the neat pile on his mental desk labelled 'things to never mention to anyone' because, really, how ridiculous was it that he was bad at relaxing? On the mental couch near the mental desk, his mental concepts (currently entitled 'individuality' and 'ownership') exchanged a look and went back to listening to jazz. These were also things he didn't mention to anyone because, while eccentricity may have been all right, in the eyes of most people his elaborate mental office probably went just a bit too far.
But adding to his carefully maintained filing system only took up so much time and didn't actually solve the problem of what the hell he was supposed to do with himself on a free day.
He was on the verge of admitting defeat and going home to find a book to read instead when his gaze landed on a redheaded girl standing outside of a shop. She looked very familiar and, after a pause, he placed her. Tracey Davis. They hadn't spoken much at school, but she'd spent a lot of time tucked away in the library, where Theo had also spent most of seventh year, which had put them at least on nodding terms. That was friendly enough, as far as he was concerned, so he made his way over.
"Tracey," he said, pulling out his good manners and a small smile. "It has been a while. How are you?"
Characters: Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis
Location: Muggle London
Status: Private
Summary: Theodore and Tracey run into each other and have a chat.
Completion: Incomplete
Theodore wasn't, likely to no one's great surprise, the sort of person who relaxed for the sake of relaxing. Or at all, for that matter. He was generally too restless and too preoccupied with Very Important Things (or, at least, things that he'd convinced himself were Very Important) to stop and just take a break. Unfortunately, this lifestyle seemed to be leading to increasingly chronic headaches and there were really only so many pain potions he could stomach before the smell alone would start making him feel ill.
So, pragmatically, he'd decided that maybe a bit of a change in habit was in order, which was how he'd come to be wandering somewhat aimlessly around London, in the general vicinity of Charing Cross for no real reason, except maybe slight proximity to Diagon Alley.
As it turned out, relaxing was rather more difficult than he'd thought and he was almost appallingly bad at it.
He added that fact to the the neat pile on his mental desk labelled 'things to never mention to anyone' because, really, how ridiculous was it that he was bad at relaxing? On the mental couch near the mental desk, his mental concepts (currently entitled 'individuality' and 'ownership') exchanged a look and went back to listening to jazz. These were also things he didn't mention to anyone because, while eccentricity may have been all right, in the eyes of most people his elaborate mental office probably went just a bit too far.
But adding to his carefully maintained filing system only took up so much time and didn't actually solve the problem of what the hell he was supposed to do with himself on a free day.
He was on the verge of admitting defeat and going home to find a book to read instead when his gaze landed on a redheaded girl standing outside of a shop. She looked very familiar and, after a pause, he placed her. Tracey Davis. They hadn't spoken much at school, but she'd spent a lot of time tucked away in the library, where Theo had also spent most of seventh year, which had put them at least on nodding terms. That was friendly enough, as far as he was concerned, so he made his way over.
"Tracey," he said, pulling out his good manners and a small smile. "It has been a while. How are you?"