RP: No Coming Back This Way
Date: Monday, 16 September 1999 | Lunchtime
Characters: Cho Chang, Gretchen Cornfoot (NPC)
Location: St. Mungo’s
Status: Private
Summary: Gretchen and Cho meet.
Completion: Incomplete
Gretchen walked into the small cafeteria. She stood in the doorway and finished her conversation with her on-call partner, Winston.
“Look, Winnie,” she said, “he said he didn’t eat the armadillo bile, but I bet you twenty galleons that if you ask him, he’ll tell you he was trying to create a wit-sharpening potion. He has all the symptoms of it except it looks to me like he neglected to grind the scarab beetles properly, so he reached for something to drink, and what did he find? The armadillo bile he forget to add, too.” Winston laughed and walked away, asking Gretchen to bring him back a black coffee.
Gretchen found a pre-made salad and looked for a secluded spot to think and relax for her short lunch break. However, a dark-haired young woman occupied Gretchen’s regular table. Gretchen glanced around. The only other places to sit were at the larger tables where people were already sitting and talking. She sighed and wandered over to her regular spot.
“Mind if I sit? This is usually where I like to get away,” Gretchen said to the young woman. She tried not to sound too annoyed.
Characters: Cho Chang, Gretchen Cornfoot (NPC)
Location: St. Mungo’s
Status: Private
Summary: Gretchen and Cho meet.
Completion: Incomplete
Gretchen walked into the small cafeteria. She stood in the doorway and finished her conversation with her on-call partner, Winston.
“Look, Winnie,” she said, “he said he didn’t eat the armadillo bile, but I bet you twenty galleons that if you ask him, he’ll tell you he was trying to create a wit-sharpening potion. He has all the symptoms of it except it looks to me like he neglected to grind the scarab beetles properly, so he reached for something to drink, and what did he find? The armadillo bile he forget to add, too.” Winston laughed and walked away, asking Gretchen to bring him back a black coffee.
Gretchen found a pre-made salad and looked for a secluded spot to think and relax for her short lunch break. However, a dark-haired young woman occupied Gretchen’s regular table. Gretchen glanced around. The only other places to sit were at the larger tables where people were already sitting and talking. She sighed and wandered over to her regular spot.
“Mind if I sit? This is usually where I like to get away,” Gretchen said to the young woman. She tried not to sound too annoyed.