RP: Lunch and Good Company
Date: 30th April 2005
Characters: Blaise, Hermione
Location: Antiquity
Status: Private
Summary: Blaise and Hermione have lunch
Completion: Incomplete
Blaise was sat at the kitchen table, head bent over his book and the door to the garden open; a soft breeze blowing in and curling the edges on the pages. He reached out for his cup, lifting it to his lips and sipping his coffee as he turned the page.
The book was The Lord of the Flies, by William Golding. He’d found it in the library when he’d been boxing up the Muggle books for storage during the renovation. Blaise had put it aside along with a number of others with the intention of reading them once he had time.
Blaise had always read a lot; there was no real secret in that fact. Even those that had known him only vaguely at school had known that about him. But as much as he’d read he’d never had much time for fiction. Blaise liked facts and information and things that he could study, learn ideas from, take those ideas forward a step. So, on the whole novels had never interested him a whole lot. They were more fanciful, less real. His private library was almost entirely factual. But the book had caught his interest and the night before when he’d woken and been looking for something to distract himself with there it had been. He’d been picking it up all day - every spare minute he got.
Blaise was actually starting to consider that perhaps he should make more time for reading the odd novel. Of course, he’d have to be selective in his choices, but really this one was quite interesting. It had even managed to make him think with it’s cleverly woven imagery and metaphors and the exploration of human nature. He’d never really considered the insight a novel could be into other people before. He’d always been a people watcher and the idea he’d missed out and ignored something that was such a huge look into someone else’s perspective irked Blaise a little. He knew not all books were like this. That not all authors had such a lot to say with the stories they told: Blaise had read some books like those as a child and they probably played quite a large factor in putting him off reading fiction. But this one seemed to have as much to say about society and evil and the world as any history text he had read.
Golding must have studied people carefully, Blaise thought. And history, he added to himself.
He raised his hand so that he could rest his chin on it, eyes drifting over the page and teeth worrying the fleshy pad of his thumb absently as he read. That was his bad habit. The need to suck or chew on something when he was working or studying. It was probably why he’d taken to the habit of smoking so easily. He looked down at the cigarette case he’d placed on the table ten minutes earlier and considered sneaking a quick smoke before Hermione arrived. He didn’t think she’d approve of this habit, though he knew she shared and found his other one rather amusing.
Blaise looked down at his watch and wondered if he’d have time. It was still a little earlier than the time they’d arranged to meet, but then he knew Hermione well enough to know that she was always on time if not early. In the end he decided to give into temptation and pulled one of the role ups from the case, leaning back, lighting it and letting that first puff of smoke drift back across his face as another breeze pushed through the door.
He hadn’t seen her for a while. They owled each other pretty regularly, but they both seemed so busy these days. Hermione with her shop and countless other projects and Blaise with his determined promise to himself to get the library open by the end of May. Actually, he seemed to get hardly any time lately to do none library related things. Maybe that was why he was looking forward to seeing her so much.
Blaise moved forward again, his thumb absently thumbing the corner of one of the books pages as he went back to reading. If he could just get this chapter finished before she arrived, he hated having to put a book down in the middle of a chapter.
Characters: Blaise, Hermione
Location: Antiquity
Status: Private
Summary: Blaise and Hermione have lunch
Completion: Incomplete
Blaise was sat at the kitchen table, head bent over his book and the door to the garden open; a soft breeze blowing in and curling the edges on the pages. He reached out for his cup, lifting it to his lips and sipping his coffee as he turned the page.
The book was The Lord of the Flies, by William Golding. He’d found it in the library when he’d been boxing up the Muggle books for storage during the renovation. Blaise had put it aside along with a number of others with the intention of reading them once he had time.
Blaise had always read a lot; there was no real secret in that fact. Even those that had known him only vaguely at school had known that about him. But as much as he’d read he’d never had much time for fiction. Blaise liked facts and information and things that he could study, learn ideas from, take those ideas forward a step. So, on the whole novels had never interested him a whole lot. They were more fanciful, less real. His private library was almost entirely factual. But the book had caught his interest and the night before when he’d woken and been looking for something to distract himself with there it had been. He’d been picking it up all day - every spare minute he got.
Blaise was actually starting to consider that perhaps he should make more time for reading the odd novel. Of course, he’d have to be selective in his choices, but really this one was quite interesting. It had even managed to make him think with it’s cleverly woven imagery and metaphors and the exploration of human nature. He’d never really considered the insight a novel could be into other people before. He’d always been a people watcher and the idea he’d missed out and ignored something that was such a huge look into someone else’s perspective irked Blaise a little. He knew not all books were like this. That not all authors had such a lot to say with the stories they told: Blaise had read some books like those as a child and they probably played quite a large factor in putting him off reading fiction. But this one seemed to have as much to say about society and evil and the world as any history text he had read.
Golding must have studied people carefully, Blaise thought. And history, he added to himself.
He raised his hand so that he could rest his chin on it, eyes drifting over the page and teeth worrying the fleshy pad of his thumb absently as he read. That was his bad habit. The need to suck or chew on something when he was working or studying. It was probably why he’d taken to the habit of smoking so easily. He looked down at the cigarette case he’d placed on the table ten minutes earlier and considered sneaking a quick smoke before Hermione arrived. He didn’t think she’d approve of this habit, though he knew she shared and found his other one rather amusing.
Blaise looked down at his watch and wondered if he’d have time. It was still a little earlier than the time they’d arranged to meet, but then he knew Hermione well enough to know that she was always on time if not early. In the end he decided to give into temptation and pulled one of the role ups from the case, leaning back, lighting it and letting that first puff of smoke drift back across his face as another breeze pushed through the door.
He hadn’t seen her for a while. They owled each other pretty regularly, but they both seemed so busy these days. Hermione with her shop and countless other projects and Blaise with his determined promise to himself to get the library open by the end of May. Actually, he seemed to get hardly any time lately to do none library related things. Maybe that was why he was looking forward to seeing her so much.
Blaise moved forward again, his thumb absently thumbing the corner of one of the books pages as he went back to reading. If he could just get this chapter finished before she arrived, he hated having to put a book down in the middle of a chapter.