RP: Dinner is a date, right?
Date: 11th January 2005
Characters: Adrian, Tracey
Location: The Pucey Family Estate (just North of London)
Summary: Adrian had quite the idea for dinner with Tracey - the two have a... date?
Completion: Incomplete
Adrian had planned out the whole evening. Well, at least up until he'd have to go get Tracey - at the point he sort of fell apart even in his plans. He had apparated to the family estate early in the day and spent all day cleaning, fixing, building, charming, cursing when things didn't work, and finally cooking. The house looked amazing, at least, rooms that would be visible did. He hadn't had time for most of the second floor and the grounds were still hopeless, but at least it wasn't the dusty monster that had met him upon returning to England. He silently thanked Marcus for convincing him not to sell the place then.
Feeling that things were as good as they would get and putting warming charms on the food he'd prepared, he apparated back to his flat with a snap and showered and dressed. Adrian walked next door to Tracey's flat and knocked softly, hoping she'd been able to find a babysitter and that she still wanted to dine with him at all. All right, so he was nervous.
Characters: Adrian, Tracey
Location: The Pucey Family Estate (just North of London)
Summary: Adrian had quite the idea for dinner with Tracey - the two have a... date?
Completion: Incomplete
Adrian had planned out the whole evening. Well, at least up until he'd have to go get Tracey - at the point he sort of fell apart even in his plans. He had apparated to the family estate early in the day and spent all day cleaning, fixing, building, charming, cursing when things didn't work, and finally cooking. The house looked amazing, at least, rooms that would be visible did. He hadn't had time for most of the second floor and the grounds were still hopeless, but at least it wasn't the dusty monster that had met him upon returning to England. He silently thanked Marcus for convincing him not to sell the place then.
Feeling that things were as good as they would get and putting warming charms on the food he'd prepared, he apparated back to his flat with a snap and showered and dressed. Adrian walked next door to Tracey's flat and knocked softly, hoping she'd been able to find a babysitter and that she still wanted to dine with him at all. All right, so he was nervous.