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[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

...With milk and two sugars, please.

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[tempest-in-time.livejournal.com]

[She makes two cups of tea, setting one in front of him]

And good morning to you.



((ooc- morning after our last thread?))

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

Thank you. The same to you. [He might be just a wee bit cranky before his morning dose of caffeine.]


((ooc: Sure!))

[tempest-in-time.livejournal.com]

[She's honestly just surprised he actually stayed the night, she was expecting to wake up to a cold empty bed]

I'd make breakfast, but I'm not the domestic type.

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[He'd been a little surprised to open his eyes and find it was daylight already. Must have been a comfortable bed, because he certainly hadn't been planning on spending the night.]

This will do for me. I'm not hungry first thing in the morning, as a rule.

[tempest-in-time.livejournal.com]

[She's going to vote she had just been that good.]

I'll make a note in my book of facts about you then.

[There's a hint of sarcasm, but it's laced with a genuine playful tone]

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[That will get a thin-lipped smile.] It's doubtlessly not the first dossier that's been compiled about yours truly.

[tempest-in-time.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I'll go find one of those, save me some work.

I'll mail you a copy of the biographies about me.

[There might actually be a few biographies about her life thus far, though none would be found on Earth]

[onceaheroine.livejournal.com]

[Bemused expression; but obliges]

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[Continues to hide behind his newspaper, still assuming she's the waitress.]

[onceaheroine.livejournal.com]

White or brown sugar?

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[Automatically] White. [And then the familiarity of her voice penetrates his preoccupation and he lowers the paper, just staring for a moment.]

Miss Granger. [Again]

Are you certain you're not an Auror?

[onceaheroine.livejournal.com]

[She smiles] As if the Auror Department could find you this consistently.

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[He smiles back, albeit a bit tightly.] You are beginning to unnerve me. I don't need to point out do I, that that mightn't have a very pleasant outcome.

[tempest-in-time.livejournal.com]

[She makes two cups of tea, setting one in front of him]

And good morning to you.



((ooc- morning after our last thread?))

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

Thank you. The same to you. [He might be just a wee bit cranky before his morning dose of caffeine.]


((ooc: Sure!))

[tempest-in-time.livejournal.com]

[She's honestly just surprised he actually stayed the night, she was expecting to wake up to a cold empty bed]

I'd make breakfast, but I'm not the domestic type.

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[He'd been a little surprised to open his eyes and find it was daylight already. Must have been a comfortable bed, because he certainly hadn't been planning on spending the night.]

This will do for me. I'm not hungry first thing in the morning, as a rule.

[tempest-in-time.livejournal.com]

[She's going to vote she had just been that good.]

I'll make a note in my book of facts about you then.

[There's a hint of sarcasm, but it's laced with a genuine playful tone]

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[That will get a thin-lipped smile.] It's doubtlessly not the first dossier that's been compiled about yours truly.

[onceaheroine.livejournal.com]

[Bemused expression; but obliges]

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[Continues to hide behind his newspaper, still assuming she's the waitress.]

[onceaheroine.livejournal.com]

White or brown sugar?

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[Automatically] White. [And then the familiarity of her voice penetrates his preoccupation and he lowers the paper, just staring for a moment.]

Miss Granger. [Again]

Are you certain you're not an Auror?

[onceaheroine.livejournal.com]

[She smiles] As if the Auror Department could find you this consistently.

[unspeakable-act.livejournal.com]

[He smiles back, albeit a bit tightly.] You are beginning to unnerve me. I don't need to point out do I, that that mightn't have a very pleasant outcome.