Post by Trevor Williams on Jan 20, 2013 17:38:49 GMT -8
Saturday, 14 January 2012
5:45 p.m.
Most nights, this time would mean Trevor was off in Diagon somewhere grabbing food for himself and his fourteen-year-old kidnappee, Julian Winslow. Only, tonight wasn't most nights. He felt like spaghetti--the one thing he not only knew how to make but also how to make well. So, instead, he'd gone to a grocer and picked up the necessities. Mushrooms, some garlic powder since he'd run out last time, tomatoes, onions, ground beef, breadcrumbs (in case Julian was in the mood for meatballs), Parmesan cheese, noodles, and other random things found their way into his cart before he'd reached check-out. As he stood in line behind some random person (his facial features had been changed to keep from dealing with people), he spotted Quidditch Weekly and picked it up. Julian enjoyed the sport, so he typically made a point of grabbing a copy whenever he saw it. It was no secret Trevor had taken to the boy as a son he'd never had, and considering recent circumstances, he was all he had.
Recent circumstances were why he'd decided to bother grocery shopping and cooking anyway. He'd found it was better to keep himself busy than it was to sit around doing nothing. He'd played a bit of "quidditch" with the boy in his yard earlier today then gone to his work-out room until lunch when he'd come out to make sandwiches then went to shower and wander around the house. He'd tried to avoid making the boy do things with him unless Julian showed interest. He figured the boy probably still felt some anger toward him despite the fact he'd been making more time for him than his father and mother likely ever had and had been spoiling him when he saw opportunity.
"Evening, sir!"
The sound of the cashier's voice roused Trevor from his thoughts and he closed the magazine, realizing he'd spaced out. "Oh...evening," he replied, setting the thing down and quickly reaching in to pile the food items onto the counter. He wasn't particular about order on an average day, but things were a bit more jumbled today. The cashier made small talk with him as she rang him up and then stated his total. Trevor was quick to deal out the necessary money, flash his paperwork with a motion for her to not react, and then pick up the magically enhanced grocery bag to disapparate to his house.
In a matter of moments he was at the far part of the pathway and quickly made his way toward his house and let himself in before setting the bag down on the kitchen table and replacing the protective spells. "I'm back!" Trevor called out when he finished. "Wanna help?" he asked as he pulled out the wooden cutting board and a knife and began to wash off his vegetables to chop. He doubted the kid would really want to, but hey, he at least had the option if he was bored working on his runes. Trevor chuckled quietly to himself at the thought. Jules seemed to have an uncanny knack and interest in the things since being introduced.