Date: 3 July 2005
Character(s): Hermione Granger, Roger Davies, Ernie Macmillan, Zach Smith, Orla Quirke, Caradoc Dearborn, Anyone else
Location: The Loft above Bookworm
Status: Public
Summary: Second meeting of the book club
Completion: Incomplete
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Second Meeting )
She came to the top of the stairs, saw Ernie, Zach, Roger and Hermione and gave a little wave, not wanting to interrupt their conversation, and made her way to the refreshments.
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He sipped at the juice before remembering, "I forgot to bring your book! I'm sorry."
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"Oh, don't worry. Are you enjoying it then? Or Eleanor?" She'd still not gotten to officially meet her, but she'd have them over for dinner, so that would help.
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He ducked his head. "It's actually sitting on Elle's bedside table. I don't know when she'll get to it, however; she's been working on readying her shop."
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"Yes, poor Frank. I often forget about him, reading it. Not very nice, but there's more to it, in the sequels. And he and Claire do eventually see each other again. If that doesn't pique your interest." She gave a quick wink.
"Oh, don't worry. If she's no time it can wait. She's opening a shop? Where? Selling what?" Orla hadn't heard this.
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He took a sip of juice. "She's opening a shop on 4th and C." It occurred to him that he didn't know what Eleanor planned on naming it. She had a few ideas, but he didn't think she'd settled on anything yet. "Selling soaps, all hand-made. They're quite good." He smiled and leaned in, lowering his voice, "Perhaps I can convince her to give you a bar."
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Soap? Like personalized soaps that have a particular scent besides smelling, well, soapy? Sounds like a great idea. How far along are her plans? Does she have an opening day picked out?" Oh, that sounded just as interesting as Tonk's shop. She made a mental note to start visiting more of the businesses in Shoatshead, not just the market and the food places.
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And Orla sounded quite interested in Eleanor's shop. Which was good. Because if things were going well with the shop, then she'd be amenable to saying 'yes' if he were to propose. That reminded him that he needed to visit Hastings to look for a ring.
"Yes, she made me a foresty smelling soap that smells like my aftershave. And she's some flowery scented ones. Lavender, rose, and jasmine." He was getting into his role as salesman. "Oh, and a lovely peppermint one." He paused and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away. I just...I really want it to be a success." For a variety of reasons. "I think she's planning on opening at the end of the month."
He finished his juice. "And I'm certain you'd rather trade books with someone new? Although I don't have a romance novel this time." The sheepish grin was back.
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"Well, that depends." She grinned. "What kind of book do you have this time? I don't know if my latest offering will be as interesting to you, but you're welcome to it." She lifted the tome of Jack London.
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At her question about his book, he hesitated for a moment before pulling it from his pocket. Perhaps it would interest her professionally to read it. "It's non-fiction. The author followed these homicide detectives for a year. I found it fascinating." He shrugged. "Might be because I'm an Auror, I dunno." He glanced at the book she held. "Jack London? Is he a Brit?"
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Orla peered at the book, then shook her head regretfully. "Sorry, not much for modern detective work, I'm afraid. I stick to Sherlock Holmes."
She lifted her book and said, "No, he's American. Heard about him from an American at uni, said he was a classic on that side of the Pond." She flipped through. "He writes a lot about nature, and about surviving in the wild and cold parts of Alaska and Canada. I guess I found it fascinating, given how we would never have the problems they did because we've got magic." She shrugged.
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He gestured with his book. "Murder and such likely isn't everyone's cup of tea. As for your book," he hesitated, "I think I'll give someone else the chance to experience Mr. London, the American." That part did tickle him a bit and he smiled.
Ernie glanced at his watch, eyes widening. "I hate to dash out, but I've got to get to work. I'm on patrol tonight. It was lovely talking to you. I am glad you're better and I'll see you on Wednesday." He set down his juice glass, waved in Hermione's general direction, and headed out.
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