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Post by graham pritchard on Apr 26, 2011 22:53:41 GMT -5
As agreed upon Graham had given Astoria his book of choice for her to read before their date. He had been a little iffy on whether or not she would have enjoyed it but since it was the freshest one in his mind Graham had wanted to be prepared, so had given Astoria a muggle classic he had picked up while in London over the summer; Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five. having already arrived at the tea shop Graham grabbed a table and waited for Astoria to arrive, the book that she'd given him sitting on the table next to his arm.
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Post by astoria greengrass on Apr 26, 2011 23:09:18 GMT -5
She hadn't disliked the book. No, Astoria hadn't met many books she didn't like, though she couldn't say she loved Graham's book choice. She wasn't much a fan of nonlinear narratives. But still it was well written and interesting; somewhat philosophical, and altogether a good read. She had, for her book, chosen Lord of the Flies, a more easily read choice, since she couldn't quite tell yet what Graham's capabilities were, and she had read the book multiple times. Having finished both, she went to meet her book club, dressed in the cutest but simplest dress she owned and a pair of black tights.
She found him easily - he didn't exactly fit in at Madame Puddifoots - and gracefully moved to his table. "Afternoon," She greeted, smiling slightly as she pulled her chair out to sit in it.
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Post by graham pritchard on Apr 26, 2011 23:26:56 GMT -5
Astoria's book choice had been interesting enough. A group of boys marooned on an island after a plane crash while their adolescence and the desperation of survival mixed with the physiological mind fuck of being cut off were at war with the common sense, reasonability and stability to seek rescue while keeping alive, it hadn't been boring to say the least. Graham kept a look out for the first signs of Astoria and when she arrived he stood and only sat back down when she was seated.
"Good afternoon," Graham returned. "You look nice." Not only was it true but it was custom to offer your date a compliment so Graham was killing two birds with one stone.
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Post by astoria greengrass on Apr 26, 2011 23:29:14 GMT -5
"Thank you" Astoria said quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear and laying his book on the table. "As do you" She supplied, though it didn't surprise her; he always looked good.
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Post by graham pritchard on Apr 26, 2011 23:48:16 GMT -5
A pair of vintage blue jeans and a black button up with a idle design stitched in silver thread was hardly impressive but Graham smiled accepting the compliment. "Thank you." The plump, cheerful, elderly woman known as Madam Puddifoot came bounding over with a sugary smile on her lips and smelling faintly of cookies asking what they would like. Graham nodded to Astoria politely indicating that she should order first.
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Post by astoria greengrass on Apr 27, 2011 7:06:05 GMT -5
Astoria, very timid in the face of someone she didn't know, ordered nothing more than a peppermint tea, feeling that it suited their plans; it would keep her a little more calm, at least, while she spent time with Graham. She'd been both looking forward to and dreading today, because she wasn't sure if it would be considered a date or just a meeting of friends, and both options had their pros and cons. She had decided to just let it happen, and snow she was nearly sure she should ask what it was all about, though she wasn't bold enough to do so.
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Post by graham pritchard on Apr 27, 2011 14:25:12 GMT -5
Turning her attention to Graham the dear lady asked what he wanted. Ordering a cup of White Ayurvedic Chai Tea Madam Puddifoot scurried off to the kitchen. He couldn't help but liken the woman to a mouse, her features were rather similar, but not in an unpleasant sort of way. "I like her." Graham announced smiling. "She makes me think of those sweet old grandmothers that other people have that would dote on you and give you plenty of sweets."
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Post by astoria greengrass on Apr 27, 2011 14:27:04 GMT -5
"Your grandmother isn't like that?" Astoria asked. Hers was, at least on her father's side. Her maternal grandmother was a bit of a toad, really.
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Post by graham pritchard on Apr 27, 2011 14:48:56 GMT -5
"Neither of them are. Both are very strict and proper." He supposed that was why his parents were the way they were. No one in his family believed in coddling, emotions were signs of weakness, and you were always supposed to be on the look out for how a person or situation could benefit you.
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Post by astoria greengrass on Apr 27, 2011 15:12:39 GMT -5
Astoria nodded; that explained a lot, actually. "One of mine is just like her," She supplied, "On my dad's side. She used to bake with me when I was small. Daphne never wanted to, but I loved it."
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Post by graham pritchard on Apr 27, 2011 15:15:37 GMT -5
"Really?" Graham was intrigued by it. No one that he knew personally was like that so it interested him. "What was your favorite thing to bake with her?"
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Post by astoria greengrass on Apr 27, 2011 18:25:52 GMT -5
"Pies." Astoria answered immediately, "It doesn't matter what kind - though I'm not really fond of Lemon Meringue, because they're not the same. Lattice topped pies, fully covered pies... I love the different steps; the different layers."
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Post by graham pritchard on Apr 27, 2011 20:36:26 GMT -5
"My favorite is Apple Pie. Would you do me the honor one day of baking for me?" Graham thought it was quaint that Astoria baked. Most pureblooded women left that to the House Elves, he knew his mother did.
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Post by astoria greengrass on Apr 27, 2011 23:23:41 GMT -5
Just the right amount of cinnamon and nutmeg; Astoria knew the measurements by pinches and dashes, not cups and teaspoons. "Of course, I would be honoured," She told him honestly, smiling.
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Post by graham pritchard on Apr 27, 2011 23:37:51 GMT -5
Reaching across the small table Graham took Astoria's hand kissing it gently. "Thank you."
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