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sweetpinkpixie · 06-22-2023, 11:32 PM

It really only seemed fitting that food would be involved today. Even better that Cooper just so happened to be visiting his mum and dad's for a bit after his stint in France so that his contributions to the informal potluck picnic meet up were actually palatable. Not to say that he was not a decent cook but...well...he was also not a great cook and it was hard to top his mum's cooking - though his culinary pilgrimage with Mercer over the summer had put that logic and their stomachs to the test on that front.

Armed with a wicker box he had borrowed from Monsieur Benoit and full of little Italian finger food appetizers, Cooper was battling the gentle breeze as he grappled with picnic blanket. Thankfully there was a stand in the park today renting out some sporting equipment, so the overworked but thriving on it Ravenclaw could weigh down some of the corners with the bags. He hadn't played badminton in what seemed like forever, but if anyone was up to some food and friendly competition he was sure it would be Mamie. There were also some discs they could borrow as well and Cooper had learned what had felt at the time like a rather poshy game called 'disk golf' that might be fun for them to have a go with.

Blanket finally in place, Cooper checked his watch and gave its face a couple of taps. Good, he wasn't late and there was still plenty of time before WADA was finished for the day. His stomach protested and his gaze glanced towards his mum's cooking. "...couldn't hurt anything to just tuck in and have one antipasti..." he mused to himself, and maybe the birds watching him from the branches of the trees, as he knelt down and plucked one of the Caprese skewers that had just the right amount of balsamic drizzle on it.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,560 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf It really only seemed fitting that food would be involved today. Even better that Cooper just so happened to be visiting his mum and dad's for a bit after his stint in France so that his contributions to the informal potluck picnic meet up were actually palatable. Not to say that he was not a decent cook but...well...he was also not a great cook and it was hard to top his mum's cooking - though his culinary pilgrimage with Mercer over the summer had put that logic and their stomachs to the test on that front. Armed with a wicker box he had borrowed from Monsieur Benoit and full of little Italian finger food appetizers, Cooper was battling the gentle breeze as he grappled with picnic blanket. Thankfully there was a stand in the park today renting out some sporting equipment, so the overworked but thriving on it Ravenclaw could weigh down some of the corners with the bags. He hadn't played badminton in what seemed like forever, but if anyone was up to some food and friendly competition he was sure it would be Mamie. There were also some discs they could borrow as well and Cooper had learned what had felt at the time like a rather poshy game called 'disk golf' that might be fun for them to have a go with. Blanket finally in place, Cooper checked his watch and gave its face a couple of taps. Good, he wasn't late and there was still plenty of time before WADA was finished for the day. His stomach protested and his gaze glanced towards his mum's cooking. "*...couldn't hurt anything to just tuck in and have one* antipasti...**" he mused to himself, and maybe the birds watching him from the branches of the trees, as he knelt down and plucked one of the Caprese skewers that had just the right amount of balsamic drizzle on it. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like