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Post by Tobin "Toby" Hugo on Aug 29, 2018 21:42:57 GMT
It’d been a while since Toby’d been over to Baggy’s flat. (Yes, he knew that technically it was also Dom’s flat - and that both Christian and Jasper were yet to realise it was Baggy’s flat. Whatever. He couldn’t change it in his head, and couldn’t be bothered to start now). He’d been between jobs, and so had decided to take advantage of a winter off to do some volunteering at the half-bloods centre in Calais. It’d been rough, missing out on Christmas at home, but worth it - and even more so when Jasper suggested they do a mini Christmas together after he got back. So, on his way over that day, he’d picked up some (heavily reduced from their December price) ingredients, and figured he’d just start cooking while he waited for the others to get back.
Letting himself in, Toby was pleasantly surprised by how clean the flat seemed. They’d moved on since their Hogwarts days. He hummed softly under his breath as he headed into the kitchen, and began to arrange his ingredients around the kitchen, with only one scourgify necessary as he went.
He’d just begun to peel an onion, when a weird noise interrupted him. It kind of sounded like crying - but also maybe someone being - oh shite. Toby very suddenly and very painfully realised exactly what was going on. Should he - should he apparate out? Should he tell them he was there? Should he kill Jasper, who clearly should’ve reminded his flatmates that Toby was coming over that day? Fucking hell.
Toby was just wondering if it was worth a quick hookup of his own just to pass the time and have something to think about that wasn’t two of his best friends doing the word he would not use next door, and had even pulled his quiv out of his pocket to have a glance, when he realised the noise had stopped. Finished, if you will. Panicking, Toby very quickly realised that something more awkward was about to happen - if there was anything worse than hearing your friends have sex, it was having to speak to them afterwards. He almost dropped his quiv, caught it weirdly, was just shoving it back in his pocket when -
He looked up. Dom was right there, her hair a nest, her face a picture. Desperate for something to do with his hands, Toby (still in full eye contact with Dom) took a huge bite out of the apple in his hand. And then almost gagged, tearing up instantly, as he remembered that he hadn’t been holding an apple. Clearly in absolute horror, Dom disappeared from the kitchen door as soon as she’d appeared, and Toby chewed on the onion for a second before realising what he was doing and banishing the whole fucking vegetable.
Still with tears in his eyes, Toby disapparated out of the flat instantly. Straight onto Canal Street. Where actually he was planning on staying for the rest of his life, on the grounds that he could never speak to a single London friend, lover, or acquaintance literally ever again.