Harry had smelled the cooking food while he'd been working in his garden, and had eventually felt compelled to follow his nose up to Sonya's hut to see what was going on.
He found her by her fire pit, not looking in the best of moods, which wasn't a great surprise. As he recalled, her and Webster had been pretty good friends.
"Hey, Sonya," he called, voice a little softer than usual. "What're you making there?"
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on 2010-09-19 01:18 pm (UTC)He found her by her fire pit, not looking in the best of moods, which wasn't a great surprise. As he recalled, her and Webster had been pretty good friends.
"Hey, Sonya," he called, voice a little softer than usual. "What're you making there?"