Comments | fiery_inception: Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward...

stebbinsthescot in fiery_inception

Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward...

Sep 21, 2007 16:50

Date: 21 September 2001
Time: 3-ish PM
Location: The Imp's Inn
Characters: Stephen Stebbins and Charlie Weasley
Rating: PG

( ...they may be beaten, but they may start a winning game. )

character: stephen stebbins, status: complete, character: charlie weasley

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charliesdragons September 22 2007, 01:43:39 UTC

Charlie had been rather excited about discussing quidditch. He adored the sport, so the opportunity to do something related was enticing, to say the least. He'd watched the clock carefully, and at the appointed time he popped into the alleyway around the corner from the pub. He was keen to have a lager. He stepped in, running his hand through his bright red curls, looking around. He had no idea what this Stebbins bloke looked like, so he stood for a moment near the door, hoping he'd be found.

stebbinsthescot September 22 2007, 20:04:41 UTC

Not just the hair, but the pause after entering told Stephen that this was the man he'd been waiting for. Excusing himself from the barmaid's company for a moment, he slid off the stool as he gave a short, sharp wave. "Charlie Weasley?" He offered a hand to shake as he neared Charlie. "I'm Stephen Stebbins. Glad you found the place."

charliesdragons September 22 2007, 23:19:19 UTC

Charlie smiled broadly when he was found by the young gentleman. "You must be Stephen, I'm Charlie Weasley." he said, extending his hand and taking the offered one, shaking it firmly. He chuckled. "Yeah, found the place without a problem, surprisingly enough. I'm fresh back to England, so my geography is a bit rusty."

He stepped over to the bar, talking to Stephen over his shoulder the whole time, assuming he'd follow. "So good 'ol McGonagall sent you my way, did she? Nice to know after all the crap she gave me when she was coaching that at least I wasn't forgotten." he laughed, stepping up to the bar and ordering a lager. "So how's it working for her, anyway?" he asked, turning and leaning against the bar so he could face Stephen and talk.

stebbinsthescot September 23 2007, 01:29:00 UTC

"Oh, she's doin' fine," Stephen said, hopping back onto a stool. "You know her- no matter what the Prophet or anybody's sayin' about her she's nae gonna let it get to her," he grinned. "You were around when she was coachin', though? That musta been interestin'." He hadn't known McGonagall as a coach: hard-arse Trasfiguration professor and sharp Headmistress, sure...

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