Cho's Cottage

[Roger Davies]

*gets dressed and washes up before coming downstairs*
So where would you like to go? Any place in particular?

[Cho Chang]

*Stops flipping pages when Roger catches her eye.*

Let's start in Diagon Alley.

*Thinks for a moment*

Hmm... How about if we go to Mada... No... Let's go to Twillfit and Tattings.

[Roger Davies]

Well shall we then?
*smiles and holds out his arm for her*

[Cho Chang]

*Threads her arm through his, and turns on the spot, apparating them to Diagon Alley.*

[Harry Potter]

Harry apparated into Hogsmeade, desperate for some company other than that of the lesser Death Eaters who usually hung around him in Azkaban. He was dressed in his heavy black robes, however, he didn't think it wise to wear the mask. True, it would protect his identity, but it was also mark him out as a definate Death Eater. Instead he pulled his cloak low over his eyes and made for the first place he recognise; one of the few places he might be able to go without being cornered...Cho's.

He approached quietly, the evening air heavy in his chest, and knocked sharply on the wooden door three times. He stood back a little, letting the shadows cover him, leaving the space where his face was completely black; unrecognisable. He breathed heavily, hoping more than ever that Cho would be in. He hadn't spoken to her since he'd told her he didn't want to be with her, that he loved Ginny more, and that was nearly a year ago. Still, he'd changed a lot in that time and perhaps she had too.

[Cho Chang]

*hears knocking on the door, turns to look at a clock, and wonders who could be visiting, she isn't expecting anyone, especially at this hour.*

*hesitates to answer, but rises from her chair, slightly worried it could be someone undesirable. she strides to the door, curiosity getting the best of her.*

*turns the door knob cautiously and carefully she opens the door. she sees a dark cloaked figure standing there and her heart jumps into her throat. unsure of what to do or whom this could be she starts to close the door, but something familiar about the way the figure looms in her doorway stops her.*

Hello? *she asks in a voice full of forced confidence.*

[Harry Potter]

Harry gulped not sure what to do. He slowly reached up and pulled his hood down away from his face. "Hi Cho," he muttered, looking at her almost sheepishly. He chanced a smile, a warm feeling spreading through his body at the sight of her familiar face.

[Cho Chang]

*Cho nearly fainted when sees that the stranger at her door is actually Harry. He was the last person she ever expected to be knocking on her door, especially now. She holds herself up with both hands clinging to the door, her face in complete shock.*

H-Harry? *she stammers.*

What are you doing here?

[Harry Potter]

"Aren't you pleased to see me," he asked, casually. He stepped forward into the light and stood on the thresh hold, waiting to be invited in.

[Cho Chang]

Yes, of course I am, but wha..
*Cuts off realizing that the doorway was not the place to be having any conversation with Harry. Cho invites him in, making sure to look around for anyone that might be watching before she shuts the door. Rather to be safe than sorry, she magically seals the door so no one can enter, they can only leave.*

Would you like something to drink?

[Harry Potter]

Harry smiled darkly, stepping into the cottage and making his way to her couch. He lowered himself down after unfastening the silver serpent fastening at his neck and pulling the thick black cloak off. Underneath he was wearing tight black jeans, ideal for skulking in shadows and hanging around Azkaban. Tucked into the leather-belted waistband was a prestinely presented black silk shirt. He leaned back on the sofa, crossing his long legs elegantly, tapping a polished black boot on the carpet.

"Firewhiskey, if you have it," he smiled charmingly at Cho. It was clear to see Harry's manners had changed along with his company. No one at Azkaban would put up with his teenage angst for one moment, prefering to cast a lockjaw spell on him than listen to his incescent whining.

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[Cho Chang]

*Her black hair fans out as she turns away from the door and she watches Harry move to the couch. She can sense a change in him, one that seems to suit him well.*

*She makes her way over to the couch to join him, pours a healthy amount into the glasses and hands him one. She smooths out her black skirt as she sits and tosses her hair over a shoulder as she turns to him.*

*Feeling slightly nervous, she hasn't been this close to him in a long time, Cho gives him a brilliant smile and asks again.*

What brings you here, Harry?

[Harry Potter]

Harry took the glass she was offering and pressed it to his lips, sipping the amber liquid. "A want of something to do," he said, smiling warmly at her. "Someone decent to talk to." There was a distinct lack of decency in the ranks of the Death Eaters.

[Cho Chang]

*Cho returns his smile, happy to hear she is better company than the current lot he is spending his time with. She sips her drink, giving him a seemingly warm smile, eying him up, quite sure he doesn't know that she knows his switch in company.*

So what have you been up to these days?

*Testing the waters, wondering how much information he will give her.*