Gather up the avenues and leave them on your doorstep [Edith]

Sun! Glorious sun! A rare treat to see Mr Golden Globe out about about without any interruption that day. Not even a miscreant little puff of cloud dared to block the lovely warm rays streaming to the earth. Jonathan couldn't help but look up every so often, squinting a bit as he did since he hadn't worn any sunglasses, and continued on his walk, arms full of heavy brown bags. Jonathan made a turn on a street corner and kept walking, although his mood dropped ever so slightly as he caught whiff of the air. His right eye twitched and his nose wrinkled in protest at the less than savoury mash of aromas that wafted in the neighbourhood. Chelsea King's Road this place was not! He passed by a few folks lounging in the streets, but paid them no mind, although he instinctively clutched onto his bags a little tighter each time. He slowed down as he made his way further down a street, just before stopping in front of a little flat.

He had arranged plans to hang out with Edith that day, a young witch who had been a fairly recent employee in the Ministry, and it was in front of her place that Jon was now waiting. She was out in the field today, making up lurid stories or who-knows-what within the poor minds of unsuspecting Muggles, whose only misfortune was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. After standing idly for a several minutes, he shifted the bags he carried, fumbling for his pocket watch. Hmm… She was late. Perhaps it was a busy day.

Life for him was also getting quite busy, but at least he could decide for the most part when he wanted it to be. There were plenty of meetings to arrange and plenty more drafts to revise, but those could be done at least tomorrow. Today, he decided he was going to enjoy Mister Sun before Mother Nature got horny again and went right back to screwing their summer weather. He chuckled a bit at the dirty joke he made. He usually wasn't the type to make those sorts of jokes, but many things happened and people changed. They had to. And hopefully for the better.

Having cleared his schedule, he spent most of that day taking a pleasant stroll by the less questionable parts of town. He also went and got some groceries, hitting up a few shops in Diagon and some Muggle markets. Originally his list was rather simple, as he and Edith planned to bake some cupcakes that afternoon. Or rather, Jon planned to bake and Edith planned to eat the batter or gorge on the chocolate. Maybe if she was feeling like she could actually bake, she might hand Jonathan a tray or a spatula and boss what types of treats he should make that day. But Jonathan remembered the last time he'd come over, decided to add a few more items, until he came out carrying five full bags. Most of the bags he carried were ready-made meals, considering Edith's philosophy centred on convenience and ease. At least he'd gotten some of the more upmarket types that still resembled actual food after coming out of the nuke. And, depending on how the time went and how long she'd let him stay, Jonathan had some fresher ingredients to make dinner.

That last thought made him think more about the ex-Gryffindor, who quickly made a reputation in her office and in the rumour mill for not being the easiest person to say hello to. Jonathan supposed he was lucky that he made his introduction with a slice of cake. He supposed he understood where part of her attitude stemmed from. It wasn't too long ago that she and other muggleborns were being hunted by the Ministry that she now worked for. Granted, the Ministry was different now, under much better leadership and going through much needed changes. But still, Rome wasn't built in a day and the Ministry had a lot to do to erase its rather shady past, and two years was not enough for people to forgive or forget what had transpired.

But at least here they were now, baking treats and being lazy, with Jon doing most of the former and Edith the latter. And speak of which, here she was now! Jonathan caught whiff of her before anything else, but it wasn't to say that Edit smelled bad--at least most of the time--but his nose was just extremely sensitive and he'd learnt to pick up people's scents since he was young.

He flashed a smile as she came nearer, and would have waved if he wasn't bogged down by his purchases. "So," he started. "Anything fun happen today?"

“You didn’t see that. In fact, you spent the whole afternoon getting your nails manicured.” Yes, that was a perfectly reasonable excuse. Maybe not for this muggle standing in front of her, with his big hands, unruly beard, leather jacket, boots to match. But that didn’t matter much to this particular obliviator. Edith flicked her wand again, adding a lovely coat of Bachelorette Bash pink polish to the man’s fingernails. “That’ll do,” she nodded to him, sending him on his way. Edith smiled as he walked away, finally done with her day. Finally.

Edith took a quick glance around, spotted no one, and turned on her heel, apparating to an alley two blocks from her flat. She practically skipped down the street, excited to get home, snuggle inside her blanket nest, and rest up for an hour or so before her evening activities, which consisted mainly of drinking beer in her blanket nest. She would have skipped straight to her door, but some idiot was blocking it. Ugh. People these days, having the nerve to stand in her way when she had blankets to cuddle and beers to drink.

But no! That wasn’t just any idiot, it was Jon! So, not so much of an idiot. At least, less of one than Edith thought she was for forgetting that they had made plans. Edith had to push her glasses farther up her face and squint to be sure, but it was definitely him. And he had food. Lots of food. Edith’s favorite part about quality time with Jon. Besides the quality time, of course.

“Nothing too exciting,” she replied, grabbing one of the bags out of her friend’s hands. It smelled like chocolate. Mmm, good choice of bag to hold. “There was this one big bloke that picked up an old book at a shop that made him sprout a second pair of ears. Got to help on the clean up at the hospital for that one. But I didn’t get anything fun.” She finagled with her keys in the lock and pushed the door open with her foot, managing to hold it open for Jon to slide past her. He knew that she shared the flat on the fourth floor and there was no lift so it was up the stairs they go!

Edith trudged up the stairs and continued to babble on about her day. “Nothing really happened after that, until there was one guy that saw some animal he wasn’t supposed to. So that was a big to-do with that department for not keeping those things secret, and I got to change his mind about things. Most I’ve done all week, really.” They had finally reached her flat’s landing, and Edith once again fiddled with her keys in the lock. She only pushed the door open a crack, trying to peek in to see if her ancient roommate was home, and she was in luck. No naked, saggy old muggle woman to be seen.

“Welcome to the chateau,” Edith cooed, setting her bag down in the kitchen. It was a quite small kitchen, perfectly matching the quite small flat: a little bit of counter space, a kettle, a stove/oven combo big enough for two burners, and a sink piled with dishes. “Sorry about the mess,” Edith said as she shrugged. “I only like to clean when Margie isn’t around.” She tipped her wand at various things around the room, cleaning things in a matter of seconds what would have taken her hours (and that’s mostly because she would also be drinking while cleaning) by hand.

“So!” Edith pulled Jon into a hug after he had set everything down. “What’d you bring, what’d you bring?!”