Date: 7 July 2005
Characters: Arabella Figg, many others (will add later)
Location: Stoatshead Hill Quidditch pitch
Status: Semi-private (open to all pairs from the end of the BBBB race)
Summary: The racers and the people whose bonnet they captured have their own picnics around the Quidditch pitch (or elsewhere if they wish)
Completion: Incomplete
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He smiled at her with surprise and delight. "Yes, it is." Then he paused and continued drolly, "What gave me away?"
"Great flying by the way. It looked a bit crazy up there at times." He hefted the basket he was holding. "Um... shall we find somewhere to eat? To the victor the spoils and all that."
He hoped that she was willing to have lunch with him. They'd gotten along really well so far and he thought this might be a lot of fun. He refused to think about how pleased he was that she had grabbed his bandanna.
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"Thanks but I can't take all the credit. This new broom practically flys itself." Ginny blushed lightly and nodded, glancing around. "Yes, please, let's... ummm... I'll let you lead the way, I can't see a bloody thing down here. There was a little area off to the side of the pitch that looked like a good place for a picnic... just there."
She touched his arm and pointed in the general direction, delighted that it was someone she knew that she'd 'won' as she truly enjoyed the wizard's company, even a bit moreso than she was comfortable admitting to herself.
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He eyed the broom with interest. "Really? Is it a new one? Mine's pretty old and I could do with a replacement."
He peered over the crowd in the direction she'd indicated, trying not to think about the little thrill he'd gotten when she'd touched his arm. If he thought about this, he was going to do something stupid and make it all awkward so he was better off just relaxing and enjoying himself.
"Oh, yeah, I see what you mean," he said, catching sight of the area she was talking about. "It's this way."
He indicated a clear path through the crowd with his broom and started walking.
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"Yes, Angelina Johnson has a broom shoppe in town and she made this one. She won't tell me who sent it to me but it's a right nice piece of work and I'm sure she could fix you up nicely." Setting her broom on her shoulder, she followed him through the crowd away from the basket and bonnet area into a nice clearing.
Spotting a nice shade tree just off to the side, she said. "How about there? We can people-watch without being trampled. I'm terribly curious to know what's in that basket, Mr. Greg. I didn't even know you could cook. A man of hidden talents, I see." She teased slyly.
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He raised an eyebrow. "Nice gift. I'll have to drop in and see what she can do for me. This is the broom my parents gave me for my sixteenth birthday. It's a good one but it's a bit old now."
He nodded when she suggested the tree over to one side. "Looks good to me." He led the way over there and put his broom and bat down near the tree. He put the basket down as well and opened it, pulling out the rug he'd put in.
"Voila!" he said with a grin, laying down the rug. "It's not a picnic without a rug to sit on." He waited until she had sat down then joined her, pulling the basket over to him.
"Well, I can cook a bit. Jalo insisted that we learn so that when we left we didn't end up starving to death." He grinned then looked a little uncertain. "I hope you'll like what's in here. I made some of the traditional Finnish food I enjoyed."
He pulled out the first container and opened it, revealing small bits of adorned crispbread that he offered to her. " ( ... )
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He looked over at Ginny and smiled shyly. "Yeah, I'm enjoying myself," he said, knowing he was talking more about the picnic than the rest of the day.
"I mostly do the basics when it comes to cooking," he said as he took one of the vegetable rolls. "I can cook more fancy food but it takes a time and energy that I usually don't have after work."
He laughed. "Well, I think anybody would chew on something being shoved down their throat," he said with a laugh. "And cows do bite if they're annoyed enough though they kick more than they bite. Horses will bite more readily. And yeah, bites and scratches and pretty much par for the course. That and getting peed on."
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You are flirting... with the vet! With Greg Goyle! And blushing!
'I am not flirting. Not even a little.'
Blushing...
'Hush.'
She shook her head, replying. "I've a friend who fancy cooks, sends me left-overs. That's about the extent of it for me. Even if I had time, I just don't have the inclination. I mean, it's just me so why bother, right? And no, the cat doesn't count in that."
"Ah yes, the good ol' days of... well... Friday. Bites, scratches..." She sighed and laughed. "At least you have the novelty of having patients that can't hex you. My first week in Incurables, polka dots. All. Over. And I do mean... All over. Big. Pink. Polka. Dots."
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Well... that was interesting. And good... he thought... as long as she thought it was good. And she seemed to. Okay... he really needed to stop that or he was going to start stammering.
He pulled out a larger container this time then fished into the basket for a couple of plates, fork and knives and a sharp knife.
"Okay, this is an interesting one," he said with a grin. He opened the container to reveal a largish oval-shaped loaf of bread. "This is called kalakukko. It's a traditional dish and it's bsically a rye loaf with fish, pork and bacon cooked inside. It even has a traditional way of eating it ( ... )
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