Birthday plans, worrying, and love/nonsense.
Saw John in the village yesterday afternoon. Instead of avoiding me like the bloody plague, he waved and said hello. I was surprised; we haven't talked since we broke things off. He asked if I wanted to come round the shop again sometime and I said no. I still don't know what possessed me to say it, because I know how much I really liked him. And I think that he would have actually been a fairly decent relationship, but... I don't know. I guess I can't ever make anything easy.
My birthday is on Saturday. I haven't really planned much of anything as I've been worrying about Harry and Draco to be honest, stupid as that is. busy. Lupin Remus and I have been writing back and forth for some time now, and he tells me I've nothing to worry about. "They're grown up lads now, Gin. You needn't worry so much. You're like Molly in that respect." Like Molly, my arse.
Still. The problem comes as to what to do on my birthday. I was thinking Quidditch until dusk, swing by a pub (or a few) for drinks, then see where that takes us.
You're all welcome.
My birthday is on Saturday. I haven't really planned much of anything as I've been worrying about Harry and Draco to be honest, stupid as that is. busy. Lupin Remus and I have been writing back and forth for some time now, and he tells me I've nothing to worry about. "They're grown up lads now, Gin. You needn't worry so much. You're like Molly in that respect." Like Molly, my arse.
Still. The problem comes as to what to do on my birthday. I was thinking Quidditch until dusk, swing by a pub (or a few) for drinks, then see where that takes us.
You're all welcome.