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eoforyth prompted me with Ronan the centaur, a Weasley of your choice, blackberries.
While Picking Berries (G; Rose, Jamie, original centaur foal, Ronan; 200 words): Rose and Jamie have an encounter in the Forbidden Forest.
"There, I told you I heard something," Rose said, putting down her pail of blackberries and pushing through the bushes.
"We'd better leave him alone. Centaurs don't like-"
"My name's Rose. What's yours?"
The foal's eyes widened, but he didn't speak.
"Want a berry?" Rose asked, Summoning her pail and holding it out to him.
He took his mane.
"You must have been lost for a while," Rose said, reaching out to stroke it.
"Do not touch him!" a large red-maned male centaur declared, pushing through the foliage.
"We weren't hurting him!"
"I know, but if you touch him, his dam might reject him."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Rose. "I didn't know that."
"I am Ronan, and you are a Weasley," he replied.
"Yes, Rose Weasley."
"And I'm Jamie Potter."
"Yes, you have the look of your sire. This is Fleeton. He is quick of limb but slow to obey. You have my thanks for finding him."
"You're welcome," Rose and Jamie said.
"Now, leave the forest before someone or something terrible finds you." With that, Ronan and Fleeton left them.
"Well, that's gratitude for you," said Jamie.
Rose rolled her eyes. "Come on. He's right. We've enough berries, anyway."