RP: Just a walk in the park...

[rar_george]

Date: 25 October, 1999
Characters: George Weasley, Lavender Brown
Location: Hogsmeade
Status: Public
Summary: George escapes for a long walk.
Completion: Complete

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[rar_lavender]

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?"

[rar_george]

"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..."

[rar_lavender]

"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?"

[rar_george]

George chuckled, pretending to preen. "Of course not. Nobody could be..." He considered the choices, grimacing at the lack of coffee.

"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."

[rar_george]

George sighed, leaning one hip against the counter and setting the bag down. "I honestly don't know. They're still investigating, and until that's done, I can't do anything with the building..." He shrugged uncomfortably.

"I think about it, then make myself stop. I just...I really can't see myself doing it? And then I can't see myself not." He nodded at mention of the Puffs, though. "I told her to do whatever she needed to with them. I hate that I couldn't deal with it then..."

He looked out the door, something occurring to him. "She lives around here. On Vinewood, yeah? I wonder what time she gets off work. She's storing a bunch of stuff for me. I guess I should get by and get it."

[rar_lavender]

"You have a passion for making people laugh. At least, I always thought so." She shrugged. "I suppose it's not as though it has to be exactly the same as before. Things are always changing."

Lavender nodded. "Yes. In the flats there. I think she might be working a couple of jobs these days."

[rar_george]

George nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Lavender. "Guess I do. Pretty much depends on what they say about the building itself, I guess. Mightn't be something safe to save...I dunno. I'm sure I'll do something, though..."

He nodded again. "Yeah, she said she was working at a cafe, and at Weaver. I just can't remember what days, or what hours..." He chuckled. "Hell, I could barely remember what hours I worked. But I can always leave her a note if she's not home. Maybe try again tomorrow. Make another pass through for whatever your special is then..."

[rar_lavender]

Lavender giggled. "I think you never stopped working," she teased. She glanced at the board which was advertising today's biscuit of the day. "Well, I think tomorrow's special is millionaire's shortbread, which should be rather tasty. I'm making it myself."