Owl to Susan Sto Helit (closed RP for Susan and Charles Macaulay)

[charlesmacaulay]

((Backdated to just after Henry Winter and Camilla Macaulay's wedding.))

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[usethepoker]

Now that the wedding was over, Susan felt like she could let herself go a little. She'd been operating at something close to a fever pitch since Halloween, doing her (admittedly not very helpful) best to make things as easy for Camilla as she could, all the while trying to assimilate much of what had hit her on Halloween. Between that and her bouts of Dreamless Sleep-potion sedated unconsciousness, she was thankful indeed when Camilla and Henry were safely away, so she need do nothing at all.

Doing nothing at all was not something Susan was accustomed to, though, and as a result she was soon both bored and lonely, as well as tired. Charles's owl was a surprise, and definitely a welcome one--she'd liked him immensely, which was rare for her, and it occurred to her that with his sister away, perhaps he was as bored and lonely as she. So she dug out parchment and jotted an owl back:

Charles,

I like the sound of that. Where should we meet?

-Susan

[charlesmacaulay]

(( Okay, substitute!Charles reporting for duty. I'm not going to change anything in the post Penny wrote, but there may be minor inconsistency between what she wrote and what I play.))

At Hampden, Charles had favored local holes-in-the-wall, places his friends would never be likely to turn up; places where the matronly barmaids would think he was a Mormon missionary because he was wearing a suit. He hadn't ever gone to Hogsmeade for the purpose of painting the town red, but if he were to frequent any place there, it'd probably be the Hog's Head.

He could make a good impression when he wanted. There were ways and ways of making a good impression, however -- there were subtleties of perception to consider. Things one person would find indecorous, another person might find quaintly bohemian, or excitingly dangerous, or not in any way remarkable.

Susan was a woman with black-and-white hair who wore black to a wedding where she was the maid of honor.

Charles wrote:

The Hog's Head. I'll meet you in the Ravenclaw common room

[usethepoker]

Susan had heard of the Hog's Head--it sounded a lot like Biers, her favorite pub back on the Discworld, where nobody paid undue attention to anyone else. It certainly had to be better than Madam Puddifoot's, she thought, with a wry smile.

Charles,

Sounds like a good plan to me. No, I haven't got anything planned for this afternoon; honestly, I'm a bit bored with Camilla and Henry away.

-Susan

[charlesmacaulay]

Common room at 3 pm, then? It gets dark earlier and earlier.

-Charles

When he showed up, he was neatly dressed if a little threadworn: one of Francis's old suits, altered to fit, and the same white dress shirt he'd worn to the wedding, with a very nice tie that also had once belonged to Francis. However, one thing was conspicuously absent: he wore no kind of winter coat or gloves, no hat, nothing against the Scottish winter chill.

He was whistling Camptown Races. "Hullo," he said cheerily.