RP: Closing Time
Date: May 9, 2005
Character(s): Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: Bookworm
Status: Private
Summary: Roger drops by the Bookworm after it closes.
Completion: Complete
Hefting a large pizza, an order of breadsticks, and a bottle of red wine, Roger headed out of town on foot. Bookworm wasn't closing for a bit, so he decided to walk instead of Apparate. The pizza wasn't likely to get cold, but if it did, he'd simply charm it hot again.
All in all, he was feeling good. Work was going well, and they had a steady stream of smaller jobs coming in to balance out the larger ones that would mean he'd have work to do for a while to come. Really, that was more than a brand-new business could ask for. He had found employees that he liked and trusted, and who did a great job for him. He'd need to look into hiring some more help, but for now, he was managing. At the end of April, he'd moved his operation to the new location on Lovegood Lane, and that had gone smoothly. He loved the space, if only for the fact that he'd made it what it was, and it was his.
Harry, Seamus, and Marcus all had their own work space, and he'd managed to arrange the area so that is was both functional and pleasing to the eye. Eventually, he wanted to be able to bring customers here, to look at his furniture. Thinking about that particular dream, he smiled. He didn't have an overabundance of time to devote to building furniture exclusively, but he managed to work on some things on Saturdays. Today, he'd even found time to sit at his drawing board and work on some designs for beds. Dennis Creevey needed one built, and while he'd not yet met with the other man, he'd not been able to resist going though some plans and designs. It wasn't as if he was an artist or anything, but it wasn't too difficult to draw lines and shapes when the image was clear in his head. Experience had taught him that the design wouldn't even really come out until he was cutting the wood and building anyway, but it was good to have plans. He'd spent most of the late morning in his loft/office space working on them.
One of these days, he'd need to bring Hermione back to the loft now that it was totally finished. Smiling slightly as he turned onto Alpha Lane, he thought of the things they always seemed to get up to when they visited his loft. Physically, they'd progressed a lot since the last time they'd been up there, so he defnitely had very pleasant thoughts about going up there with her again. He shifted the pizza box from one hand to the other as he walked along and thought about Hermione. While they'd both hired new people since they'd started dating, neither of them worked much less during the week, and so spending Wednesday evenings together was still a welcome break. Though, it was much more than that, as really, they spent more evenings together than not these days -- whether to have a quick dinner or just to visit and talk for a bit, and usually, snog urgently against whichever surface was closest.
Truthfully, he'd not been sure he could ever feel this intensely for anyone, or even if he still had the capacity to, after everything that had happened before. He'd been wrong, of course, and that was scary. It was easier for him, certainly, to stay alone and not risk facing the sort of pain he'd felt once before. But Hermione was the only person he'd met who made him believe that the risk could be worth it. With Bryna, he'd not known any better -- he'd thought it would last forever. With Hermione, he knew how quickly it could end. That made it an entirely different situation, because he was willing to take that chance, for her.
He looked to his right, and realised he'd nearly walked straight past Bookworm, so preoccupied with his thoughts. Laughing a little, he turned and headed up the walk. It wasn't time to examine such things, he knew. It was time to just relax with Hermione, and see if he couldn't steal a few snogs. He shifted the pizza box again, peering through the door before he knocked.
Character(s): Hermione Granger, Roger Davies
Location: Bookworm
Status: Private
Summary: Roger drops by the Bookworm after it closes.
Completion: Complete
Hefting a large pizza, an order of breadsticks, and a bottle of red wine, Roger headed out of town on foot. Bookworm wasn't closing for a bit, so he decided to walk instead of Apparate. The pizza wasn't likely to get cold, but if it did, he'd simply charm it hot again.
All in all, he was feeling good. Work was going well, and they had a steady stream of smaller jobs coming in to balance out the larger ones that would mean he'd have work to do for a while to come. Really, that was more than a brand-new business could ask for. He had found employees that he liked and trusted, and who did a great job for him. He'd need to look into hiring some more help, but for now, he was managing. At the end of April, he'd moved his operation to the new location on Lovegood Lane, and that had gone smoothly. He loved the space, if only for the fact that he'd made it what it was, and it was his.
Harry, Seamus, and Marcus all had their own work space, and he'd managed to arrange the area so that is was both functional and pleasing to the eye. Eventually, he wanted to be able to bring customers here, to look at his furniture. Thinking about that particular dream, he smiled. He didn't have an overabundance of time to devote to building furniture exclusively, but he managed to work on some things on Saturdays. Today, he'd even found time to sit at his drawing board and work on some designs for beds. Dennis Creevey needed one built, and while he'd not yet met with the other man, he'd not been able to resist going though some plans and designs. It wasn't as if he was an artist or anything, but it wasn't too difficult to draw lines and shapes when the image was clear in his head. Experience had taught him that the design wouldn't even really come out until he was cutting the wood and building anyway, but it was good to have plans. He'd spent most of the late morning in his loft/office space working on them.
One of these days, he'd need to bring Hermione back to the loft now that it was totally finished. Smiling slightly as he turned onto Alpha Lane, he thought of the things they always seemed to get up to when they visited his loft. Physically, they'd progressed a lot since the last time they'd been up there, so he defnitely had very pleasant thoughts about going up there with her again. He shifted the pizza box from one hand to the other as he walked along and thought about Hermione. While they'd both hired new people since they'd started dating, neither of them worked much less during the week, and so spending Wednesday evenings together was still a welcome break. Though, it was much more than that, as really, they spent more evenings together than not these days -- whether to have a quick dinner or just to visit and talk for a bit, and usually, snog urgently against whichever surface was closest.
Truthfully, he'd not been sure he could ever feel this intensely for anyone, or even if he still had the capacity to, after everything that had happened before. He'd been wrong, of course, and that was scary. It was easier for him, certainly, to stay alone and not risk facing the sort of pain he'd felt once before. But Hermione was the only person he'd met who made him believe that the risk could be worth it. With Bryna, he'd not known any better -- he'd thought it would last forever. With Hermione, he knew how quickly it could end. That made it an entirely different situation, because he was willing to take that chance, for her.
He looked to his right, and realised he'd nearly walked straight past Bookworm, so preoccupied with his thoughts. Laughing a little, he turned and headed up the walk. It wasn't time to examine such things, he knew. It was time to just relax with Hermione, and see if he couldn't steal a few snogs. He shifted the pizza box again, peering through the door before he knocked.