Date: 25 October, 1999 Characters: George Weasley, Lavender Brown Location: Hogsmeade Status: Public Summary: George escapes for a long walk. Completion: Complete
Lavender was rearranging the fresh loaves behind the counter. Mrs Cropley would be by later to get her weekly loaf; she was starting to get the hang of the regular customers and their orders.
She smiled, recognising the voice and spinning around. "Hello, stranger! Everything, obviously," she teased. "Anything catch your eye?"
"Stranger? It hasn't been that long..." He smiled. She looked good. "Things going okay here?" It was sort of providential, really, that she'd left when she had...
He chuckled, then shrugged. "Just realised I was actually hungry, and cold, and hoped you had coffee? And maybe...something with custard in..."
"Well, I don't see you nearly every day anymore so it just seems like a terribly long time." She smiled, nodding. "Yeah, it is. Obviously, my boss isn't as gorgeous as my old one, but you can't have everything, right?"
Lavender grinned. "No coffee, I'm afraid. Though that would be a good idea, wouldn't it? But I think I can manage something with custard. We've got some pastries, or a custard tart, maybe?"
"Maybe. Sort of takeaway coffee or something could be good."
Lavender nodded, reaching for a paper bag and the tongs. "Yeah. Learning lots and everything, you know? A little more tiring than before, but I'm working more hours, so that makes sense. What about you? Out for a walk in the rain or something?"
"Yeah, sort of," he admitted, watching her reach for the tart. "Make that two, would you?" He glanced outside, then shrugged.
"I wanted to see the fountain in Phoenix Park. After that...yeah. Just one of those days where you've got to get outside, even if it's crappy, you know?"
"Two? Yeah, I can do that." Lavender added another tart to the bag.
She smiled. "Yeah, I know that feeling." Lavender glanced towards the window; it looked rather miserable out, which wasn't so much fun. "But there's nothing wrong with a bit of rain. Makes things grow."
George chuckled. "And makes mud, and brings out the worms, and all that other stuff that boys like. I've always liked the rain."
He dug in his damp pocket for coins and offered them over in exchange for the bag. "I'm glad you're doing okay," he said with a smile. "Thanks for the letter you sent...it was great to hear from people..."
Lavender giggled, rolling up the top of the paper bag so that the tarts wouldn't fall out. "Well, I was thinking of flowers and plants, but maybe I'm just much more girly."
She rang up the purchase and added his coins to the till. "I was worried about you," she told him softly, closing the drawer.
"Can't really blame you for being scared. I would be." She gave a small smile. "I'm glad you're doing better. What are you... I mean, where are you living these days? With your parents?"
"God no. Could you imagine my mother? I'd be wrapped in batting and tied with string."
He couldn't resist poking into the bag then, pulling out one tart and taking a bite off the edge. "Staying with Harry and Hermione for a while," he said, catching a drip of custard, then shrugging. "Really needed somewhere with...non-coddlers, if you know what I mean."
Lavender bit her lip, trying not to laugh. Much. "And probably force-fed good hearty meals and all that, too."
That made sense. "Yeah, I can understand that. I know it's not nice to be fussed over sometimes. Just makes you feel useless when that happens, right?"
"Pretty much. She believes the evils of the world can be fixed with a nice roast and the right kind of sauces..." He smiled, then tucked the tart away.
"And...well, sometimes it's all you can do to get out of bed, yeah? And if there's someone that'll let you stay, and bring your lunch on a tray, and tuck you in, then there's really no reason to..." He shrugged, then looked at her. "I don't want to live like that..."
"With mine I guess it's baked goods, but..." She waved a hand around. "I guess that kind of rubbed off," she said a little sheepishly.
"Well, you're not. That's good. You're moving on. Right?" Her brow furrowed slightly. "Are you going to re-open the shop?" she asked curiously. "I know Verity was trying to give homes to Pygmy Puffs."
She smiled, recognising the voice and spinning around. "Hello, stranger! Everything, obviously," she teased. "Anything catch your eye?"
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He chuckled, then shrugged. "Just realised I was actually hungry, and cold, and hoped you had coffee? And maybe...something with custard in..."
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Lavender grinned. "No coffee, I'm afraid. Though that would be a good idea, wouldn't it? But I think I can manage something with custard. We've got some pastries, or a custard tart, maybe?"
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"It would be. Someone might eat more pastry, if they had coffee too."
He debated the merits of custard filled, versus custard tart...
"So, it's working well here, then? Custartd tart, I think."
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Lavender nodded, reaching for a paper bag and the tongs. "Yeah. Learning lots and everything, you know? A little more tiring than before, but I'm working more hours, so that makes sense. What about you? Out for a walk in the rain or something?"
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"I wanted to see the fountain in Phoenix Park. After that...yeah. Just one of those days where you've got to get outside, even if it's crappy, you know?"
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She smiled. "Yeah, I know that feeling." Lavender glanced towards the window; it looked rather miserable out, which wasn't so much fun. "But there's nothing wrong with a bit of rain. Makes things grow."
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He dug in his damp pocket for coins and offered them over in exchange for the bag. "I'm glad you're doing okay," he said with a smile. "Thanks for the letter you sent...it was great to hear from people..."
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She rang up the purchase and added his coins to the till. "I was worried about you," she told him softly, closing the drawer.
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He met her eyes, then smiled. "Really nice. It was pretty scary for a while, there. But I think I'm doing okay."
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He couldn't resist poking into the bag then, pulling out one tart and taking a bite off the edge. "Staying with Harry and Hermione for a while," he said, catching a drip of custard, then shrugging. "Really needed somewhere with...non-coddlers, if you know what I mean."
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That made sense. "Yeah, I can understand that. I know it's not nice to be fussed over sometimes. Just makes you feel useless when that happens, right?"
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"And...well, sometimes it's all you can do to get out of bed, yeah? And if there's someone that'll let you stay, and bring your lunch on a tray, and tuck you in, then there's really no reason to..." He shrugged, then looked at her. "I don't want to live like that..."
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"Well, you're not. That's good. You're moving on. Right?" Her brow furrowed slightly. "Are you going to re-open the shop?" she asked curiously. "I know Verity was trying to give homes to Pygmy Puffs."
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