Closed: Picnic Time with Skylar Fawcett
It was chilly- perhaps a bit colder than that, even- if the people bustling through the park holed up in their parkas were any indication. But the area in which Skylar and Harry were perched was perfectly warm. It felt like a spring day.
The blanket was spread out underneath them, a warm flannel checkered with red and gold, a gift he got long ago from Mrs. Weasley for the holiday. A large basket filled with sandwiches and fruit was beside them and Harry brought a few bottles of butterbeer for the occasion. He would have brought wine for Skylar but he wasn't sure he trusted himself just yet.
He popped a grape in his mouth as he leaned back on the palm of his hand.
"How's the fresh air?" he asked Skylar, grinning.
The blanket was spread out underneath them, a warm flannel checkered with red and gold, a gift he got long ago from Mrs. Weasley for the holiday. A large basket filled with sandwiches and fruit was beside them and Harry brought a few bottles of butterbeer for the occasion. He would have brought wine for Skylar but he wasn't sure he trusted himself just yet.
He popped a grape in his mouth as he leaned back on the palm of his hand.
"How's the fresh air?" he asked Skylar, grinning.