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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Feb 22, 2008 12:17:40 GMT -5
D'rorah watched as Caitlin began searching for her wallet. Before the waitress headed off, she nodded subtly. "Due," she added quietly, indicating that she should bring two of the desserts. After a moment she added, "Place both of them on my bill," she in whispered Italian. At best, Caitlin would enjoy the dessert and it would be a gesture of friendship on D'rorah's part. At worst, D'rorah would simply take it with her to go and find someone else who might be interested in eating it. She waited quietly as the waitress hurried off. She knew it would only take a few moments for her to serve the desserts and took the few minutes of quiet to gather her own thoughts for her impending return to the school.
For the first time she could recall, she found herself not looking forward to going to school. Before Hogwarts, school, books, learning had always been her havens. Now, now it was merely another duty to attend to. She didn't feel particularly challenged by the curriculum, which was a blessing considering just how much of her time was being spent on her Shadow Warrior duties of late. Returning to the school now always brought about a vague feeling of dread... never knowing what tragedy might lie in wait for her next, knowing she wouldn't sleep or have a decent meal for days most likely. And knowing that all of her research time would be devoted to tedious translations and cross references. She loved languages, but they swam in her head constantly now, especially the elusive amalgamation of languages which comprised her most challenging work. That was the only thing which truly excited her anymore because it was so challenging... but it had to constantly be put aside for other things.
Her reverie was interrupted as the waitress returned with two servings of tiramisu. "Grazie," replied D'rorah with a grateful nod as one was set in front of each her and Caitlin.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Feb 23, 2008 16:04:50 GMT -5
Caity looked up as Dee spoke quietly to the waitress; about what she wasn’t sure, since it was still in Italian. At some point she really should attempt to learn a European language other than English. Hindi and Urdu were all good and well, but weren’t exactly common speech in her home continent, let alone her home country. She knew a smattering of French, most of which she had forgotten since the lessons she’d had at primary school, and the odd word in Italian, but other than that nothing. Perhaps Spanish? Or German? Although when she was planning to learn this was a mystery to her. What with school work and the whole business of the Shadow Wars, her free time was decreasing greatly. Besides, she was hardly talented at learning to speak another language – she had had much more trouble than her younger brothers when they moved to India. In fact, ironically really, Jake had actually had some trouble with speaking English again when they returned, having only been five when they migrated. They had all gotten into the habit of speaking Hindi during their time there, even to each other, so it was no surprise that his English was severely limited.
Lost in her thoughts, Caity didn’t notice the waitress return until a tiramisu was placed in front of her. A confused expression passed across her face for a moment but before she could say anything, the waitress had walked off. Having noticed out of the corner of her eye Dee nodding at the waitress, she pieced together that D’rorah must have ordered one for each of them. “Thanks,” she smiled momentarily, picking up a spoon while trying to recall how much the tiramisu had been on the menu. Her smile increased when she tasted the dessert – this restaurant really did supply delicious food! Soon it had all but disappeared, and once again Caity opened her purse.
“How much was the tiramisu?” she inquired, hoping it wouldn’t be too expensive. Although she had saved money by not having to buy the wand, she hadn’t come prepared for a full meal out, and the wizarding world did not yet seem to have developed the equivalent of credit or debit cards. She very much doubted they would accept so-called ‘muggle money’, either.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Feb 24, 2008 0:53:35 GMT -5
"I am glad you have enjoyed it, and this dessert is... on me," she finished finally, having to search a moment for the proper vernacular term. "Thank you for accompanying me for lunch." She quietly began gathering her things, leaving enough galleons on the table to cover the bill with a generous tip. "I have enjoyed the pleasure of your company and regret that I must rush out, but I have one last errand to attend to that I nearly forgot."
She surveyed the table one last time to make sure everything was in order. "Good day, Miss Collins," she added finally, with a polite nod. "I shall see you at Hogwarts soon." With that, she shouldered her satchel and made her way out into the main thoroughfare to finish her last errand of the day before returning to Hogwarts.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Feb 26, 2008 12:27:14 GMT -5
Caitlin opened her mouth to protest, then closed it again straight after. D’rorah seemed to be the type of person who would not accept argument, so what was the point in trying if she knew Dee was still going to end up paying for it?
"Thank you for accompanying me for lunch. I have enjoyed the pleasure of your company and regret that I must rush out, but I have one last errand to attend to that I nearly forgot."
“Thanks for inviting me,” Caity replied steadily, beginning to gather her own things. “And thanks for the dessert. I’ll make sure to come back here again some time.”
"Good day, Miss Collins. I shall see you at Hogwarts soon."
“Bye, Dee. I’ll see you around.”
As D’rorah left, Caitlin added her own money to the pile on the table, nodded to the waitress as she passed and picked up her own bag, heading out of the door. Time to go back to Hogwarts, it seemed. She had a couple of lessons later in the day but other than that she had a relatively free afternoon. Still, she should probably catch up with some homework before it all started getting backlogged. And she should probably write another letter to her parents if she did finish. With an odd feeling that her hand would be aching once she was finished, Caitlin set off for the fireplace she had emerged from earlier that day. The one good thing about floo powder was that it was in fireplaces, and by definition fireplaces were usually warm. In this cold Scottish winter weather, she was grateful for any source of warmth that she could get.
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