Date: Monday, 29 July 1999 | Evening Characters: Stephen Cornfoot, Cho Chang Location: South Vinewood Status: Private Summary: Stephen decides an owl is safer. Status: Complete
Cho was walking through her flat to the kitchen as she towel-dried her hair. When she arrived home from St. Mungo's, she’d had a quick sandwich for dinner and then worked out for a while. This evening’s exercises had included her weight training routine, which she usually did three times a week. After soaking in a hot bath, she now looked forward to relaxing for the rest of the evening, curled up with a book. As she walked through her hallway, she noticed a piece of folded parchment on the floor by the front entrance. She flung her towel over her shoulder as she leaned over to pick up the note. She assumed it would be a note from Angelina but was pleasantly surprised to discover it was from Stephen. She grinned, thinking he had quickly caught on to best way of corresponding with neighbors living on the same floor. She and Angelina were already used to leaving notes for each other
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Stephen finished his juice and was on his way to read in bed when someone knocked at his door. That's odd. He was quite sure no one had ever knocked on his door--he wasn't the type of guy people visited.
Without thinking, he walked over to the door and opened it. It didn't cross his mind that he was only wearing track pants until it was too late. So there he stood, bare-chested and stunned, as Cho Chang smiled up at him.
"Okay," he said stupidly. His stomach rolled and he swallowed. He tried to focus his brain on anything other than his nausea. Manners, Cornfoot. "Would you--you like to come in?"
She had greeted him as the door opened but she quickly realized he hadn't been expecting company. He probably didn't think she would answer his letter personally. He wasn't wearing a shirt so she was doing her best not to stare. If his clearly defined muscles were anything to go by, the physical part of his training must be going really well. She tried to focus her eyes on anything other than his chest, or shoulders, or stomach. She definitely shouldn't be staring at his stomach.
"I'm sorry, I should have - ," she trailed off, not knowing exactly what she should have. She looked up at him as he invited her in and she nodded. "Thanks."
She walked inside and looked around his flat. "I was glad to get your letter. I'm interested." She turned to look at him again, "I mean, I would like to go diving with you."
Stephen stepped aside and let Cho into his flat. He was momentarily thankful that his mother taught him to be a cleanly bloke. His flat wasn't cluttered with trash or days' old food stuck to plates. He didn't have dirty clothes lying around, and his kitchen sink was clean. There was a stack of books on the coffee table, but that was it.
He closed the door and stared at it for a moment before turning around to look at her. She watched him quietly, and he smiled slowly before he blushed, having already forgotten about being shirtless.
"I'm sorry for not being dressed. I mean, for not being completely dressed. I've been in the shower. A bit ago. I mean...I'll be right back
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Without thinking, he walked over to the door and opened it. It didn't cross his mind that he was only wearing track pants until it was too late. So there he stood, bare-chested and stunned, as Cho Chang smiled up at him.
"Okay," he said stupidly. His stomach rolled and he swallowed. He tried to focus his brain on anything other than his nausea. Manners, Cornfoot. "Would you--you like to come in?"
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"I'm sorry, I should have - ," she trailed off, not knowing exactly what she should have. She looked up at him as he invited her in and she nodded. "Thanks."
She walked inside and looked around his flat. "I was glad to get your letter. I'm interested." She turned to look at him again, "I mean, I would like to go diving with you."
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He closed the door and stared at it for a moment before turning around to look at her. She watched him quietly, and he smiled slowly before he blushed, having already forgotten about being shirtless.
"I'm sorry for not being dressed. I mean, for not being completely dressed. I've been in the shower. A bit ago. I mean...I'll be right back ( ... )
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