tt_lily: (amused)
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Date: 02 Feb 2002
Characters: Lily Potter, any who wish to join
Setting: Lily's house
Content: G?
Status: Public: Open

The hour had arrived at last; it was time to meet new friends and revisit old friends. Lily had looked forward to this all day and it was finally here. She had re-arranged her living room to allow for more people to gather as well as an area for food. Already on the table was the cake she had made - a large sheet cake with vanilla frosting and chocolate cake, as well as various dip recipes she had experimented with (she only kept the decent ones), and chips. She still had other goodies cooking including sausage.

Now she waited for her guests.

Date: 2013-02-03 09:42 pm (UTC)
tt_charlie: (Joking)
From: [personal profile] tt_charlie
"I'm glad you like him. He's your birthday present, if you want him," Charlie chuckled, reaching up to stroke the tiny kneazle. "He's a kneazle, of course."

He stepped properly into the home and glanced around, seeing a few familiar faces. When Lily introduced Lisa, Charlie grinned and nodded. "Everyone knows the lovely lady who keeps us in line at the World's End, Lils."

Date: 2013-02-03 09:54 pm (UTC)
tt_charlie: (Laughter)
From: [personal profile] tt_charlie
Charlie lifted the kneazle from his shoulder and held him out to Lily with a big smile. It wasn't a hard guess that she might want a kneazle - witches tended toward feline familiars and she was alone here so the companionship would be welcome. Being a kitten, it would require more attention, giving Lily some sense of maternal bonding that she missed.

"You'll have him eating out of your hand in no time, I'm sure," he joked happily, giving a small shake of his head. "Let's see, the Charlie you knew was about..." he gestured with one hand down around his calf level. "this tall so that's no surprise."

Date: 2013-02-03 10:11 pm (UTC)
tt_charlie: (Chilling out)
From: [personal profile] tt_charlie
"The twins gave Mum far more grey hairs than I ever did and we'll leave it at that, I think, in talking about Mum. The less she knows, the fewer grey hairs, if you get my meaning," he laughed warmly.

"You're very kind, thank you," Charlie sobered for a moment, then nodded. "Whatever you have, sure. I'm not picky."