Post by Teague MacTáil on Jul 17, 2011 22:03:54 GMT -8
September 24, 2011
Saturday 6:30pm
Teague made one last valid attempt to straighten out his shirt and make sure he looked presentable, or at least as presentable as he could get before walking up the short drive to Cora’s flat. He was wearing a forest green button down, left un-tucked as was his style, over black dress pants. Around his neck he wore a silver chain on which a small silver feather hung. Hell, the tracker had even taken the time to polish his boots so they looked almost brand new as opposed to looking like he had just swiped them off of some homeless wizard. Why, was he going out of his way to clean up? Simply put, it was because he was going to take Cora out on a date that she didn’t really know anything about.
The tracker been scheming and planning this little outing for the better part of two weeks now. He’d ‘recruited’ Trevor about three days in and worked it so the man would bring Sienna along on a double date. A surprise double date. What woman wouldn’t like that? A few days after that, the tracker had called in some favors and had managed to reserve a table at Renoir; a nice little upscale place in muggle London that overlooked the Thames. It was a nice choice in Teague’s mind, considering it kept them well away from the wizarding public and that was always a good thing. A couple nights ago the tracker had sent out an owl to Trev to fill him in on the details. He had then sent one to Cora, leaving out most of the details other than to ‘keep Saturday night open, he was coming to get her around 6:45pm and to, wear a dress.' Not the most poetic of ways to ask someone to dinner but he didn’t want to give away the surprise.
Absently Teague pulled a old beat up looking pocket watch out of his pants pocket. 6:30pm. Still plenty of time before they had to meet up with Trevor and Sienna. The tracker reached out and gave a couple sharp raps on the door and waited with a boyish grin plastered on his face and a white lily twirling idly between his fingers. A moment or two later and the he heard the tell tale sounds of footsteps, followed by the door unlocking. ”Lovely lily for a lovely lass,” he said with a grin as he offered the flower to Cora.
Saturday 6:30pm
Teague made one last valid attempt to straighten out his shirt and make sure he looked presentable, or at least as presentable as he could get before walking up the short drive to Cora’s flat. He was wearing a forest green button down, left un-tucked as was his style, over black dress pants. Around his neck he wore a silver chain on which a small silver feather hung. Hell, the tracker had even taken the time to polish his boots so they looked almost brand new as opposed to looking like he had just swiped them off of some homeless wizard. Why, was he going out of his way to clean up? Simply put, it was because he was going to take Cora out on a date that she didn’t really know anything about.
The tracker been scheming and planning this little outing for the better part of two weeks now. He’d ‘recruited’ Trevor about three days in and worked it so the man would bring Sienna along on a double date. A surprise double date. What woman wouldn’t like that? A few days after that, the tracker had called in some favors and had managed to reserve a table at Renoir; a nice little upscale place in muggle London that overlooked the Thames. It was a nice choice in Teague’s mind, considering it kept them well away from the wizarding public and that was always a good thing. A couple nights ago the tracker had sent out an owl to Trev to fill him in on the details. He had then sent one to Cora, leaving out most of the details other than to ‘keep Saturday night open, he was coming to get her around 6:45pm and to, wear a dress.' Not the most poetic of ways to ask someone to dinner but he didn’t want to give away the surprise.
Absently Teague pulled a old beat up looking pocket watch out of his pants pocket. 6:30pm. Still plenty of time before they had to meet up with Trevor and Sienna. The tracker reached out and gave a couple sharp raps on the door and waited with a boyish grin plastered on his face and a white lily twirling idly between his fingers. A moment or two later and the he heard the tell tale sounds of footsteps, followed by the door unlocking. ”Lovely lily for a lovely lass,” he said with a grin as he offered the flower to Cora.