RP: Dinner for Two

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Date: 30. November, 2001
Characters: Cecilia Proudfoot and Sirius Black
Setting: Early evening, Sirius' house
Content: TBD
Status: Open: Private


The basket on the kitchen table had been packed even before Jamie had left to join the rest of his class for the astronomy camp-out. Some of the faster growing vegetables in her own garden were on the verge of being ready for harvesting; another short week or so, she estimated, but they weren't completely right for tonight. So, she had made a round of the market, adding to the things she already had in her cooler and cupboards as well as a good portion of what most of all resembled dark turkey meat. She forgot which animal it came from, but she recognized it as a favorite whenever it was available.

After her shower she had let her hair dry into the stubborn curls she had given up on trying to tame, though she did let it hang loose, rather than tying it up in the usual ponytail. The clothes took a bit more consideration. Dinner with Sirius called for something a bit less casual than her regular everyday clothes, but they would be cooking, which took out some of the formality. She eyed her tank tops and cargo shorts longingly, but those wouldn't even be considered casual; they were her work clothes. Finally she settled on her white tunic with the black lace decoration over her sand coloured denim skirt and comfortable sandals. There, relaxed without being too casual.

With a light jumper draped over the basket, she apparated to Sirius' house, taking a moment to run her fingers through her hair, before she knocked on the door.

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The past week encompassed the single most consecutive period of time Sirius had stayed on the settlement and Kingsley had taken advantage of his momentary stability to 'confer' with him on all manner of things - mainly having to do with the other continent. He was anxious to start building a new settlement there but Sirius had several issues with that - predominately Kingsley's indecision as to the indigenous life forms on that continent. Specifically, how the indigenous life forms were predatory and their current "non-interference position" - a position Sirius thought to be universally foolhardy.

He had reluctantly agreed to ferry a team of security personnel and geologists over in the following week, on the condition that he simply brought them back and forth, but they would not be relying on him for direction. Sirius was thinking of just that decision while he cast cleaning charms around the house - he didn't think of it as home, not yet at least. With the exception of doing his laundry and storing his rucksacks in the garage that housed the Jeep he'd been assigned by Kingsley soon after their arrival in pieces - Sirius had put it back together himself, then lent his skills toward getting the rest of them in order - there was just a thin layer of dust on everything.

Checking the time, Sirius took a shower and considered his limited wardrobe. There was little choice there, however, given that he hadn't had much to work with since his "resurrection". Jeans and a bottom down shirt was as fancy as his wardrobe allowed and that's what he pulled on. Moving back downstairs, Sirius set the kettle on to simmer - it couldn't hurt to have it ready though he'd found a bottle of wine at the marketplace for the evening, a bottle that was chilling in the cooler. He had several different foods in the cooler, fish and fowl, along with a variety of the root vegetables that he'd been experimenting with this week. When the knock came at his door, Sirius was half way across the living room floor already and he opened it with a low grin. "Cecilia, please, come in," he invited her, stepping back.

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"Thank you," he replied, a frown flickering across his forehead. She meant it. It was evident in her tone. So unlike all the others who merely mouthed the words, hollow and without thought. She was thoughtful, like Remus. Sirius felt a pang when he thought that but knew that his friend would have truly felt comfortable with this woman - perhaps that's why he'd felt drawn to her in the first place.

Sirius watched the ease with which she transfigured the leaves, finding a serenity in the way she moved, so neat and precise. He let her fix the fish, just watching as he leaned against the counters edge. "This place? No, no evil, just... just nature the way its supposed to be. If there's any evil, we brought with us. In us," he replied after a long moment.

Sirius did as she instructed, placing slices of the butter along the fish and splashing a bit of the wine in on top. He hoped it would be as good as it sounded, as he was feeling hungry just looking at it. "There's something old, very old and evil in the Veil, or there was. I didn't - it wasn't the same when I came through to here. At least, I don't think it was. I had more than a few drinks before I came through. Kingsley thought he'd have to sedate me."

"Hell, I thought he'd have to sedate me to get me to step through that damned thing but I didn't feel anything like - like I remember. Here, let me," he said, shifting the glass pan under the paper wrapped food and lifted it inside before moving the whole package to the cooker.