RP: Catching up
Date: February 5, 2005
Characters: Katie Bell, Fred Weasley
Location: Socks
Status: Semi-Public
Summary: Katie and Fred run into each other.
Completion: Complete
Katie was tired by the time darkness had started to fall outside. By that point, the peanut butter sandwiches she had brought for dinner were starting to sound less and less appealing, especially considering she had been enjoying the same thing for the past few nights. They really were the best budget food. Leaving them in her sack tucked behind the counter at the cinema, Katie decided it was time for a break, and for some decent food.
Not in the mood to waste time, she apparated in front of Socks, a spare pare of atheletic socks tucked in the pocket of her cloak - her payment for the evening. When she had tossed them in her bag that morning as a back up, she should have known that she would be taking advantage.
Opening the door to the restaurant, she was happy to see the place reasonably empty. Katie was about to grab a seat at a table by herself when she noticed a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye. Deciding solitude was overrated, she headed over to the table where he was sitting, nursing a drink as he - at least likely - waited for his food.
"Is this seat taken?" Katie asked with a smile, resting her hand on the back of the chair.
Characters: Katie Bell, Fred Weasley
Location: Socks
Status: Semi-Public
Summary: Katie and Fred run into each other.
Completion: Complete
Katie was tired by the time darkness had started to fall outside. By that point, the peanut butter sandwiches she had brought for dinner were starting to sound less and less appealing, especially considering she had been enjoying the same thing for the past few nights. They really were the best budget food. Leaving them in her sack tucked behind the counter at the cinema, Katie decided it was time for a break, and for some decent food.
Not in the mood to waste time, she apparated in front of Socks, a spare pare of atheletic socks tucked in the pocket of her cloak - her payment for the evening. When she had tossed them in her bag that morning as a back up, she should have known that she would be taking advantage.
Opening the door to the restaurant, she was happy to see the place reasonably empty. Katie was about to grab a seat at a table by herself when she noticed a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye. Deciding solitude was overrated, she headed over to the table where he was sitting, nursing a drink as he - at least likely - waited for his food.
"Is this seat taken?" Katie asked with a smile, resting her hand on the back of the chair.