Lily Potter (
bespell) wrote in
mayfield_rpg2012-08-12 06:13 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
゜゚*❀*゚ ゜ Four
.: Phone :.
I give up. Does anyone have a good or any recipe for treacle tart? I miss it something fierce, but it's not in any of the cook books I found in this town.
Or any help in actually cooking, for that matter.
.: Action at 1485 Kramden Rd :.
Nothing is on fire in the kitchen this time, but the place is a mess, with every bowl and container out on the counter. Lily's taken advantage of her drone mum being at a ladies club to claim the kitchen to herself, and it's not going well.
Magic's been of minimal help so far, and her attempt to bake cookies haven't gone too badly, evident by the appealing smell wafting through the window and outside. It's really everything else.
.: Action outside 1449 Mitchell Rd :.
With a fistful of smooth pebbles in hand, Lily is doing the time honored tradition of flinging one at a time at James's and Sirius's bedroom window. It's also fairly late at night, so she's trying to be quiet about it with varying levels of success.
I give up. Does anyone have a good or any recipe for treacle tart? I miss it something fierce, but it's not in any of the cook books I found in this town.
Or any help in actually cooking, for that matter.
.: Action at 1485 Kramden Rd :.
Nothing is on fire in the kitchen this time, but the place is a mess, with every bowl and container out on the counter. Lily's taken advantage of her drone mum being at a ladies club to claim the kitchen to herself, and it's not going well.
Magic's been of minimal help so far, and her attempt to bake cookies haven't gone too badly, evident by the appealing smell wafting through the window and outside. It's really everything else.
.: Action outside 1449 Mitchell Rd :.
With a fistful of smooth pebbles in hand, Lily is doing the time honored tradition of flinging one at a time at James's and Sirius's bedroom window. It's also fairly late at night, so she's trying to be quiet about it with varying levels of success.
no subject
[He didn't understand how people got sore about stuff like that. James and he were best mates. Of course they'd share stories.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[He clapped his hand over her shoulder.]
You're a mate now. That means you tell all.
no subject
no subject
[He slides his hand around her shoulder and tugs her close, teasingly.]
no subject
no subject
[He did, all the time.]
no subject
You'd probably get better luck interrogating your mate there.
no subject
[He doesn't try to deny it. Sirius's brain is just different from hers. He doesn't think much of the people he dates or of their thoughts on anything. They're just passing the time till something better comes along. Especially now with Remus not remembering anything about them. Remus was really the only one that mattered to him anyway.]
Prongs is still glowing from the fact that you said yes.