 For he whom I adore! <3 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Fresh air was nice.
Yes.
Rafa wanted fresh air, not because he worked with owls and this entailed a lot of poo plus all the other smelliness that came with the territories. No, it had to do with the fact that, despite winter almost being upon the United Kingdom, it was still a beautiful day out. The owl caretaker held his lunch {Veela hair pasta, mashed potatoes and pork chops - an odd combo, he knew - a slice of apple pie and ice cold butterbeer} which he had ordered indoors.
With his twin brother’s wedding that upcoming weekend, he had offered to take some time off to help with the last minute preparations. Gabriel had assured him he and his tall, dark and handsome future husband had everything under control. So, that left Rafa with time on his hands to lunch at leisure and do all the things he wanted, and when the time came, to show up dateless at the wedding. Rafa was certain his sister and mother would not be amused. “A problem for Saturday,’’ he remarked to himself, taking a seat then unfurling a copy of today’s Prophet. What could possibly be interesting in there today? |