Closed; Meet The Fawcetts

[skylar_x]

There really was no way that Skylar would possibly put this dinner off any longer, every week making excusing to her mother about that were only half true just so that she didn't have to make the journey all the way out to Ottery. But by now she'd already given every excuse that she could think of, starting with just simply and flat out ignoring

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[so_harry]

"You really don't want to do this-"

He said it as laughter tinged his tone. He had to be honest, he'd never seen someone so unwilling before to spend a dinner with their family. Though, with how she described her parents, Harry could understand the tension lingering in her body as they walked slowly through the town. It felt funny to be back here after all the time that had passed, their first Christmas together one he didn't think he'd ever really forget.

He hadn't come this way very often while he was at the Weasleys, the Fawcett house well on the other side of town. It was fate, he realized, when he made it past there that night.

"You know, I think it's going to be fine," he told her, nudging her side as he squeezed her hand. "Honestly- it can't be as bad as you keep thinking-"

[skylar_x]

Spending Christmas Day with Harry, or at least the later afternoon into the evening which turned into a very steamy night and a wonderful morning, might have been one of the best memories she had of this quiet and boring town.

"They're going to scare you away," she said, offering his an over dramatic pout as she knocked against him playfully. Though, there might have been a hidden fear in there somewhere, not that she wanted to actually admit to it.

She took a deep breath, a more serious expression now on her face.

"I've never done this, the meet the parents thing with a guy."

[so_harry]

"Neither have I," he told her simply. "Not really anyway."

He had already known the Weasleys when he and Ginny seriously started dating. And while Mr. Weasley had taken him aside at one point, the conversation only lingered on the subject for a moment before he took Harry to see the old Playstation he had nicked from the Ministry offices.

He raked his fingers through his jet black hair, mussing it up a bit even as the wind whipped it around.

"We'll get through it," he told them. "And if worst comes to worst- I'll drop a Weasley stink bomb on the place and we'll escape. Plan?"

[skylar_x]

They had already made their way around the block and were quickly approaching her parents' house again, the bright red tulips in the front garden coming back into view. If they attempted to make it around another time then Harry was going to be an absolute mess, his wild curls already rebelling against him.

Though, she had to admit she loved it best when his hair was absolute chaos.

"You have the best ideas," she said, relaxing a little bit as laughter bubbled up from inside of her.

"Do you really have one of those on you?"