[Text to Harry]

[flamescout]

[Raye's not really sure how Harry would react to her going out to dinner with his protege. He'd probably be cool with it, she figures, but she's not sure if he'd start teasing her. As her face still gets red every time she thinks of going on an actual date that she didn't have to manipulate into happening, best to send him a text.]

Change of plans for tonight. A friend asked me to dinner. Meet up later?

Comments

[no_love_potions]

[Oh no. Not another one of these. He'll frown at the phone and take his time with this one... which means Raye will be getting a reply about forty-five minutes later.]

nporblem i can ctach up on sme wok evrtyting ok?



i ate ths thin




hate ting



hing


nvermind

[Text]

[flamescout]

[Wow. That was the worst text she's ever had. ...She's got to see that again.]

Yeah, everything's fine. Just making some new friends is all.

[Text]

[no_love_potions]

[Why are you doing this to him, Raye? Why?]

thts good dnot sat out to lat


stay



late


[Ha! Got it!]

[Text]

[flamescout]

I'm surprised, I didn't think you'd actually ask me to stay out late. Got a girlfriend coming over?

[The power of Mars inspires evil.]

[Text]

[no_love_potions]

wht no

dnt sty out ltae

don

dtn


cme back aerly

[Text]

[flamescout]

Early? Come on, what for? You have work to catch up on. Don't worry so much, I'll check in.

[Text]

[no_love_potions]

yuo nkow wht i mant

[Text]

[flamescout]

Not when you type like that. Come on, I've seen your flyers, you can't be this bad.

[Heh heh.]