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hogwashWho: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
What: Dinner!
Where: Harry's London Flat
When: Friday evening
Rating: PGish
Status: In-Progress
"Damn it!"
Harry cursed under his breath as the smoke detectors went off in his apartment again. He wasn't sure whose brilliant idea it was to have them EXACTLY in the kitchen, but if he was ever the kind of person to have a hit list, they would certainly be on it. No matter what he was making, even if he were boiling water for tea, it would set off every single alarm in the flat. He sighed inwardly as it went off, this time, for the vegetables that he had been attempting to steam on his stove top. He still hadn't mastered the fine art of it, but he felt a strange need to be able to impress Hermione; if he were at her flat, Hermione would have made sure that all of the basic food groups were covered, wouldn't she? Ron was more like him and wouldn't have cared, but this way was just... easier. His eyes had narrowed at the small beeping box that rested above his head before he pulled out his wand. He would have sorely liked to blow the little box into a hundred different pieces if he hadn't been informed by his landlord that getting rid of the device would have made him liable for some building code infraction or whatever rubbish he had tried to spew at Harry. Rethinking his plan, he instead flicked his wand to move the smoke away from the detector before he tucked it back into his back pocket. "Yeah, keep it up and I'll give you something to beep about you bloody- ... Great, now you're talking to your smoke alarm..."
It felt like ages since he had invited anyone over for dinner; true, he saw Ron at work nearly everyday, but it was rare that he got the chance to sit back and relax with him on a social visit, so he was excited... He could smell the dragon steaks wafting into his little apartment from the balcony where his barbecue sat. Summer was winding down and he had planned to take full advantage of his time outside for as long as he could. Taking a sip from his beer, Harry rotated the meat on the barbecue before he glanced down at the old watch on his wrist. It was still early... He had just shut the lid to his barbecue when he heard the smoke alarm in his kitchen going off once again, startling him. "Oh for crying out loud! I swear I'm going to blast you apart this time, building code or not!"
What: Dinner!
Where: Harry's London Flat
When: Friday evening
Rating: PGish
Status: In-Progress
"Damn it!"
Harry cursed under his breath as the smoke detectors went off in his apartment again. He wasn't sure whose brilliant idea it was to have them EXACTLY in the kitchen, but if he was ever the kind of person to have a hit list, they would certainly be on it. No matter what he was making, even if he were boiling water for tea, it would set off every single alarm in the flat. He sighed inwardly as it went off, this time, for the vegetables that he had been attempting to steam on his stove top. He still hadn't mastered the fine art of it, but he felt a strange need to be able to impress Hermione; if he were at her flat, Hermione would have made sure that all of the basic food groups were covered, wouldn't she? Ron was more like him and wouldn't have cared, but this way was just... easier. His eyes had narrowed at the small beeping box that rested above his head before he pulled out his wand. He would have sorely liked to blow the little box into a hundred different pieces if he hadn't been informed by his landlord that getting rid of the device would have made him liable for some building code infraction or whatever rubbish he had tried to spew at Harry. Rethinking his plan, he instead flicked his wand to move the smoke away from the detector before he tucked it back into his back pocket. "Yeah, keep it up and I'll give you something to beep about you bloody- ... Great, now you're talking to your smoke alarm..."
It felt like ages since he had invited anyone over for dinner; true, he saw Ron at work nearly everyday, but it was rare that he got the chance to sit back and relax with him on a social visit, so he was excited... He could smell the dragon steaks wafting into his little apartment from the balcony where his barbecue sat. Summer was winding down and he had planned to take full advantage of his time outside for as long as he could. Taking a sip from his beer, Harry rotated the meat on the barbecue before he glanced down at the old watch on his wrist. It was still early... He had just shut the lid to his barbecue when he heard the smoke alarm in his kitchen going off once again, startling him. "Oh for crying out loud! I swear I'm going to blast you apart this time, building code or not!"
