Carlisle James Wood walked into Eli's having never been there before. He was amazed at how beautifully decorated it was, and how elegantly the atmosphere presented itself. He was greeted by a hostess and quietly told her of his reservation. She showed him to his table and with a smile left him with a menu and some silverware. Tonight Carlisle was here alone. To some it might seem odd to come to such a nice restaurant by yourself, but to Carlisle it had become his usual routine. It had been over two years since he had broken up with Maddie, and the memory of the relationship pulled at his heartstrings from time to time. But he was long over her, and at this point he knew exactly what he was looking for in life...as he looked straight across the small table at the empty chair in front of him, he was longing for a partner. He was an extremely attractive young man, tonight wearing a black tailored suit. Girls at school had loved watching him play Quidditch, but he had never found one he could have a great conversation with. The waitress came by and introduced herself as "Charlie." Carlisle shook his head no, when she asked if he was expecting anyone and ordered a water, with beef stew.
He sat, scratching at his scruffy beard for a few moments. His mind wandering to the future ahead of him. Carlisle was a very routine person and his anxiety about his unsettled future greatly worried him. He wanted someone to love, someone to eventually make his wife and grow old with. If there was one thing he didn't want it was a gypsy lifestyle. He wanted a partner in crime and someone to settle down with. But at this point tonight it seemed as if he could care less whether he found love or just someone to be around. It also bothered him greatly when he thought of his future job; being that he hadn't been on the Hogwarts Express when the incident happened he had no idea what was going on with his fellow students. Would he even have a chance to finish his last year at Hogwarts? There was just too many unknowns and Carlisle didn't like it at all.
The waitress returned with his water and he immediately took a sip. Gentle music started to fill the air and he turned and looked to find a rather sad looking man playing the piano...he hoped he wouldn't be listening to the blues all night surely that was not what he needed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a notebook, jotting down a few reminders to himself about the new story he was getting ready to write. Mid-sentence, he looked up to see someone standing directly in front of his empty chair...
by Carlisle James Wood Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:03 pm
