RP: Stoatshead Hill Musical Club's June Meeting

[shh_caradoc]

Date: 28 June 2005 (evening)
Characters: Caradoc Dearborn [Cai], Luna Lovegood, Su Li, Arabella Figg, Morag MacDougal, Ernie Macmillan, Fleur Delacour, Oliver Wood, Marietta Edgecomb, NPCs and other Musical Club Members
Location: Caradoc's home at No. 4 H Circle
Status: Semi-Public (Private home, Public Meeting)
Summary: The second meeting of the

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[shh_marietta]

The long string of dreary, rainy days made Marietta very glad she was on the Floo network. Of course she could Apparate to Mr Dearborn's house; she'd already been there to inspect his Floo and knew the way. But as chief Floo regulator for the Ministry of Magic, she felt it was her duty to set an example and travel by Floo when she could. Not to mention it was a great way to make an entrance, since most people her age weren't all that fond of Flooing.

After a quick dinner at home, Marietta freshened up the print dress she'd worn under her work robes and Floo'd to Mr Dearborn's house. As she entered his family room she saw a small crowd gathered already. Her host was chatting with a young man who was carrying a guitar. He looked like someone she'd known vaguely at school, and she wondered if he would want to do a duet with her. She also noticed Mrs Figg and Morag; at least she would know a few people at the meeting. It was early yet, so it was hard to tell whether this month's group would be bigger than last.

[shh_caradoc]

Caradoc saw Marietta Edgecomb step out of the fireplace and stopped on his way by to say hello. "Miss Edgecomb, thank you for coming. You look stunning this evening. That color's very becoming." He winked at her and offered his hand.

"There are refreshments in the kitchen next to the dining room. Do you remember the way?"

[shh_marietta]

The ever-charming charms professor knew exactly what to say to make Marietta glad she'd come. "Why, thank you, kind sir," she purred, shaking his hand lightly.

"Yes, I do remember the way. I'll see you soon."

She wandered off in search of biscuits and tea (or something stronger, if he had it.)

[shh_ernie]

Ernie was standing at the refreshment table, getting himself something to drink. He usually felt more comfortable if he had something in his hands. At the Book Club, he'd had that pirate book, but it wasn't as if he could haul his guitar case around with him.

Someone was standing beside him and he glanced up. And then looked again. Was that Marietta Edgecombe? He tried not to stare, but he really wanted to know if she still had 'SNEAK' written across her face.

"Er...hello. I...I think we know each other." He stuck out his hand. "Ernie Macmillan."

[shh_marietta]

Arriving at the refreshment table, Marietta began to help herself, putting a small assortment of treats on on a plate, including a slice of zucchini bread. As she reached for a cup of punch, she became aware of a man looking at her. The energy coming off him was a bit broken up, as though he was flustered. Although Marietta wasn't a fan of Divination, she did believe that witches and wizards had their own magical energy 'signatures' and this fellow's signature was apparently "nervous". When he spoke and offered his hand, she turned and looked at him curiously.

"Ernie Macmillan?" she answered, trying to think where she might know him from. It had to be from school. "Oh yes, you were at Hogwarts the same time I was. A little behind me, though, if I remember correctly. Marietta Edgecombe," she said, shaking his hand. "I noticed you had a guitar when I arrived. Do you play much? I was hoping to find someone to sing with."

[shh_ernie]

It was her. And judging from the bit of looking he'd managed, 'SNEAK' was no longer very visible. Personally, he'd thought it was one of Hermione's finer moments. Of course as a prefect he'd never have admitted that.

"Yes, I was a Hufflepuff. A year behind you, I think. Reckon we all've changed a great deal in seven or so years." He shook his head. "In any case, it's nice to see you again, Marietta. And I've recently picked up the guitar. I play quite a lot. Why don't you wait until you've heard me play before deciding if you'd like to sing with me?" he offered with a shy smile.