Date: 17 March 2005
Characters: Eleanor Branstone, Dean Thomas
Location: Corner of River Road and D
Status: Private
Summary: Eleanor and Dean look at a very large hole.
Completion: Incomplete
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Dean didn't think he'd ever met so many people in one weekend )
She was looking forward to seeing Dean and finally starting the process of getting the rest of the house livable. She'd had plenty of time to think about what she wanted to do with the rooms upstairs, and she was eager to talk to him about it. She just hoped that her savings account would stretch that far.
When the knock came, Eleanor jumped up and jogged over to answer it. "Mr. Thomas," she greeted, shaking the hand he offered. "It's nice to see you again, but please just call me Eleanor."
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He liked her already. She had an easy going grace to her that made Dean comfortable. He chuckled as he thought he'd met several people this weekend he could say the same about now.
But it was strange to feel this way with Eleanor. Normally, Dean was shy with women. Of course, he'd blathered like an idiot with Hermione but to Dean, she was an old friend and he'd always considered her as someone he could trust.
He stepped into the home and saw that it was tastefully decorated which was exactly what he'd expected from someone like Eleanor.
After noddng his head in appreciation at her home, he turned to her and asked, "So do I get a grand tour or do we go straight to work?"
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She waved him in and shut the door behind him. "I could give you a tour if you'd like. The ground floor is in pretty good shape, but I wouldn't know the difference unless the problem was rather big, like a hole in the wall. Might not be a bad idea to have someone with some experience in that area have a look."
She led him into the kitchen, and then remembered that she had repaired the back door on her own. "Er, the back door was hanging off it's hinges when I moved in. I fixed it myself, though I couldn't quite figure out how to use the screwdriver properly. Is it alright that I used a hammer instead?"
She showed him the rest of the ground floor, explaining her plans to use the bedroom as a study once she was finished, and pointing out the few cracked windows. "Shall we go take a look at the hole then
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Honestly, Eleanor was just glad the door was still on it's hinges after all this time, but she didn't use the door much. Just in case. Still, didn't people ususally assess all the damage, and then estimate a price before they started to work on repairs? She thought that was how it worked, but maybe Dean liked to do things differently.
She shook her head when he asked about the cracked windows. She had thought about trying to cast a reparo on them, but she didn't want to make them worse. A cracked window was not the same as a back door that wasn't properly on it's hinges ( ... )
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When he told her that he didn't intend to charge her Eleanor's mouth dropped open slightly, and she gaped at him for a few moments. "Er, that is very generous of you, Dean, and while I appreciate the offer, I still feel like I should do something in return. I've been very careful about saving my money the last few years, so I'm fairly certain that covering the builder and the cost of matieriaks won't be a problem. And even if you don't want to charge me monetarily, I'm sure that we can work ( ... )
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He listened to her speak about soapmaking and when she stopped, he made circles in the air before he smiled, "Can you make swirly soap?"
He understood her nervousness about working in front of others. Dean was the same way with his art although he needed to go out and find a suitable building to paint for Hermione.
"Cooking is something I never quite understood. My dear old mum tried but all I've learned to do is boil eggs." Dean sighed.
"You've been baking alot? Good way to fill up your time," Dean commented. He winked as he said, "I definitely won't turn down free food."
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"I can have plans for you next week. Would you just like me to owl them to you?"
She talked about swirly soap and marble cake and his tummy rumbled. There was nothing better that marble cake and milk.
"Ha, well, you make is sound easy just like I can make drawing sound easy. Lunch sounds good. I need to get one decent meal in me a month," Dean winked.
Dean's mouth dropped open when she mentioned the biscuits going stale. He took a bite of his before taking a sip of milk. After he was done chewing, he shook his head and said, "It would be a crying shame that those lovely biscuits would go to waste."
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She shook her head and smiled slightly when his stomach rumbled. "Merlin, did you even eat before you came over?" she asked. "I have some left over stew in the 'fridge, if you'd like something more substantial than biscuits."
She scoffed when he told her he could make drawing sound easy. "Drawing is not easy. I can't even manage proper stick people. But lunch I can handle."
"It would be a shame. My mum would not be pleased if I let food go to waste. Besides, someone may as well enjoy them. I've just been baking to keep busy. It's mindless, you don't have to focus to do it." She smirked. "Unless you can't cook, that is."
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"Well, I enjoy drawing. Cooking seems to be out of my league. But I can teach you to draw proper stick figures if you want," he chuckled and thought that he hadn't had much time to start painting and drawing again and would have to find a way to squeeze a few hours in.
"Why's a lovely woman like you need to keep busy? There's a town full of things to do." Dean replied as he finished off his biscuit. He leaned back and patted his stomach before he said, "But as long as you need to stay mindless, I reckon blokes like me who can't cook won't starve."
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