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[laurencedoyle]

Date/Time: 'LGBtH', Wednesday, November 11th, 1 p.m.
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Absolutely Anyone!
Currently involving: Laurence

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[iheartcordelia]

"You'll be late for breakfast, love," Cordelia said softly as she started on her way up the stairs. It was pretty obvious that she had just woken, and found her husband gone. She paused, taking a good look around. Wow, the stands looked fantastic! "Merlin, love, how long have you been up? You shoulda woke me up.. you know I'd help. Make the work less for you, yeah?"

Of course she didn't mind getting to sleep in. Imagine Cordelia up at the crack of dawn? She wasn't like Laurie - she couldn't go off of mere hours of sleep. It wasn't that she'd be grumpy, oh no. But when tired, she tended to get this almost absent sort of happiness that even she couldn't really stand so much.

[laurencedoyle]

Laurie grinned at the sound of her voice, and used his legs to push himself to the side, peering around the edge of the stands at her. He waved his paintbrush in greeting, then swung back to keep going.

"Almost done," he replied, sweeping up and down happily. While his wife had a knack for painting beautiful pictures, he appreciated the smoothness of a good old-fashioned paint job. His brow furrowed, and he turned his head to call after her again.

"Late? What time is it??"

[iheartcordelia]

Oh, it was a bit chilly outside! She folded her arms over her chest tightly, hugging herself to keep warm. "You would set out to paint before the sun's even decided to make a show for the day, wouldn't you? Silly Laurie," she replied with a smile. "And it's absolutely freezing outside! Aren't you cold? Should I fetch a blanket for you?"

As she spoke, she slowly made her way up the steps, smiling. "And it's half past eight, love." Once she finally reached him, she gently ran her hand down his back, as if to just let him know that she was there. "If you've still got a bit left, I can get something for you!"

[laurencedoyle]

Half past eight?

Laurie looked up, brow furrowed as he examined the sun. It wasn't too far from being directly overheard, so he looked back at her with his brow quirked.

"All right, then," he replied, fighting to not grin. She probably felt better, thinking she'd woken up at a decent hour. When it so obviously was not.

He snorted softly to himself, quite sure that if she went looking for breakfast she'd not find it. "That's all right, love," he replied, grinning to himself. "Thank you, though."