RP: Quidditch, Anyone?
Date: 28 April 2005
Character(s): Ernie Macmillan, Eleanor Branstone
Location: Luxembourg
Status: Private
Summary: The Quidditch match! Finally! Discussions about the future ensue and a big decision is made.
Completion: Complete
Ernie rolled over, arm outstretched. When it hit nothing but pillow, his eyes opened. The space next to him was empty so he sat up. A glance at his watch confirmed that it was too early for a Saturday morning when neither of them had to work. And when they'd gone to sleep quite late.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sleep out. Eleanor, as he could have predicted, was completely dressed. And looking as though she would bounce right out of the chair in the sitting area. He squinted; it appeared that there was a teapot on the table in front of her. And pastries of some sort. His stomach rumbled.
Reaching down, he found his boxers and pulled them on. He padded over to the sitting area and, stealing a quick kiss, picked up her cup. It was full and warm. With his free hand, he snagged a croissant and took a bite.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready," he said, around a mouthful of pastry, before heading toward the bathroom.
Character(s): Ernie Macmillan, Eleanor Branstone
Location: Luxembourg
Status: Private
Summary: The Quidditch match! Finally! Discussions about the future ensue and a big decision is made.
Completion: Complete
Ernie rolled over, arm outstretched. When it hit nothing but pillow, his eyes opened. The space next to him was empty so he sat up. A glance at his watch confirmed that it was too early for a Saturday morning when neither of them had to work. And when they'd gone to sleep quite late.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sleep out. Eleanor, as he could have predicted, was completely dressed. And looking as though she would bounce right out of the chair in the sitting area. He squinted; it appeared that there was a teapot on the table in front of her. And pastries of some sort. His stomach rumbled.
Reaching down, he found his boxers and pulled them on. He padded over to the sitting area and, stealing a quick kiss, picked up her cup. It was full and warm. With his free hand, he snagged a croissant and took a bite.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready," he said, around a mouthful of pastry, before heading toward the bathroom.