Post by Skatie on Jun 4, 2018 6:43:34 GMT -5
Poppy McGinley
To say that Poppy was nervous was a massive understatement. Even writing the short message that gave Galen her address had been nerve-wracking for her. She'd scrutinized her handwriting so much that she'd ended up writing it out five times before finally sending it along with the owl. You see, Poppy had never been on a date before. She had never had the courage to accept an invitation and certainly had never invited a suitor to her home. Galen was... special. He had captivated her, calmed her, and sparked something within her that she didn't recognize at all.
Her London flat was tiny, not one well suited to entertaining. Even so, it was impeccably clean and the space was well used. There were only three actual rooms. The main room, which had a kitchen tucked in a corner, the bathroom, and her own small bedroom. There was a small round table just outside the kitchenette, which Poppy had taken great care to set for her dinner date. The dishes were not a matching set, but they somehow looked as if they went together anyway. There was a little vase with two glorious peonies in the center of the table, short as not to obstruct any views, and small so that it didn't take up too much of their limited table space.
Poppy didn't own a television, though she lived in Muggle London and certainly might have if she'd wanted. She had only a little radio perched on a shelf in the kitchenette, currently playing soft classical music. It soothed her nerves. The little flat smelled absolutely delicious with the dinner she was preparing - she had decided to make him a proper roast. Roasted chicken, roasted potatoes, peas, gravy, and Yorkshire pudding. It was a meal that never failed to please her brother, so she hoped that it would please Galen, too.
A long-haired brown kitten followed his mama around as she worked, curiously flicking his tail and twitching his whiskers. "Please be well behaved, Henry. Don't climb his leg or chew his shoe. This is very important."
Poppy was already dressed in a soft yellow dress that fell just below her knees, an apron tied over herself to ensure she remained unstained by the gravy she was stirring. She kept glancing at the clock, anxious but excited to see Galen again.
To say that Poppy was nervous was a massive understatement. Even writing the short message that gave Galen her address had been nerve-wracking for her. She'd scrutinized her handwriting so much that she'd ended up writing it out five times before finally sending it along with the owl. You see, Poppy had never been on a date before. She had never had the courage to accept an invitation and certainly had never invited a suitor to her home. Galen was... special. He had captivated her, calmed her, and sparked something within her that she didn't recognize at all.
Her London flat was tiny, not one well suited to entertaining. Even so, it was impeccably clean and the space was well used. There were only three actual rooms. The main room, which had a kitchen tucked in a corner, the bathroom, and her own small bedroom. There was a small round table just outside the kitchenette, which Poppy had taken great care to set for her dinner date. The dishes were not a matching set, but they somehow looked as if they went together anyway. There was a little vase with two glorious peonies in the center of the table, short as not to obstruct any views, and small so that it didn't take up too much of their limited table space.
Poppy didn't own a television, though she lived in Muggle London and certainly might have if she'd wanted. She had only a little radio perched on a shelf in the kitchenette, currently playing soft classical music. It soothed her nerves. The little flat smelled absolutely delicious with the dinner she was preparing - she had decided to make him a proper roast. Roasted chicken, roasted potatoes, peas, gravy, and Yorkshire pudding. It was a meal that never failed to please her brother, so she hoped that it would please Galen, too.
A long-haired brown kitten followed his mama around as she worked, curiously flicking his tail and twitching his whiskers. "Please be well behaved, Henry. Don't climb his leg or chew his shoe. This is very important."
Poppy was already dressed in a soft yellow dress that fell just below her knees, an apron tied over herself to ensure she remained unstained by the gravy she was stirring. She kept glancing at the clock, anxious but excited to see Galen again.