RP and Owls: The Lucky Man (Early Morning)

Mar 12, 2007 23:32

Date: March 12, 2005
Characters: Dean Thomas
Location: Hammerside Flat
Status: Private
Summary: Dean drinks tea and gets to work
Completion: Complete

Dean loved the morning and as he heard his kettle begin to whistle shrilly, he smiled since it was the start of a new day. He spent a moment preparing his tea before he padded across his flat and sat down at his desk.

He knew he had a busy day ahead of him but for a moment, he just enjoyed the beauty of the sun rising in the eastern sky and the peaceful feeling he felt when he faced a new day.

Dean had already run, exercised and eaten breakfast, so he took a moment to sip his tea and lose himself in his thoughts.

After putting off his work for several minutes, Dean sighed and put down his cup. He had owls to write. In fact, he should have sent them yesterday. But he’d spent the day cleaning and then generally faffing about, so he never did pen the notes he wanted to send.

But Dean knew that wasn’t exactly true and as he picked up his cup, cradling it in his hands and feeling the steam curl around his chin, he reflected on his outing a few days ago.

He’d spent most of Sunday thinking about friendships, relationships and his own lack there of. It wasn't that he let the problem control his life but he was just shocked to see the progress people around him had made in those areas while he was gone.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” he chuckled as he put his cup down again. He wasn’t going to let his ruminations about life ruin another day. He was quiet and he enjoyed his time alone. He was an introvert who would rather paint than meet people and maybe that’s how he would spend the rest of his life.

Dean shook his head as he thought he had spent enough time on that silliness. He had much to do today and he moved his cup of tea to the side in order to begin. He picked up his quill and dipped it into the well before he began to write.

Dear Ms, Branstone,

I apologize for my absence over the past two months. I had an unexpected family emergency and it took me away from Stoatshead. Of course, I should have contacted you but I hope that if you still have the problem we discussed with your wall, you would allow me to provide my services at a greatly reduced rate to help fix your issue.

Please be assured that I will do everything in my power to make sure your project receives my utmost attention and will be completed as soon as humanly possible.

Sincerely,

Dean Thomas

Dear Mr. Zabini,

I am sorry for my negligence in contacting you about your library project. My mother passed away and I spent an extended time away from Stoatshead. But I have returned and would be most anxious to discuss your plans at your earliest convenience.

Sincerely,

Dean Thomas


Dear Mr. Diggory,

I’m sorry for not contacting you earlier about rebuilding your family home. My mother passed away and I’ve been out of town for the past few months. If you are still interested in my services, I would love to discuss your project further. Thanks in advance for your consideration.

Sincerely,

Dean Thomas

Dear Mr. Davies,

I am an architect who has just returned to Stoatshead and I am in search of a builder who can assist me on several upcoming projects. Hermione Granger recommended your services to me and after observing some of the construction you did in her store, I agree with her completely about the quality of your work. I would like to meet you at some point in time and discuss your availability.

Sincerely,

Dean Thomas

Seamus,

Your long lost best mate (or hopefully still your best mate) has returned! My mum passed away in January and I ended up staying away for an extended time. I’m sorry for not contacting you but with the way things were going, I just forgot. I hope that you’ll forgive me for being a terrible friend and maybe a few dozen pints would be a nice bribe to get back in your good graces. I hope to hear from you soon.

Dean

seamus finnigan, blaise zabini, dean thomas, eleanor branstone, place: private residence, cedric diggory, roger davies, march 2005

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