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 could always just get up and leave in the middle anyway - but he'd already befriended so many people in town, he was hesitant to do that ( ... )
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She finally approached him, still somewhat hesitant, but determined to make a good impression. "Hello. It seems you grabbed my visor, so I guess we'll be having lunch together." She phrased it as a bit of a question, unsure if he'd want to eat or just take the basket and go. She smiled brightly, mostly to cover her nerves. This was why she made herself do these things, to get past her reluctance to meet new people outside work.
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He held out a hand to her, wishing he could not change out of the casual clothes he had changed into for the race, feeling the trickle of sweat down the back of his neck, "Vincent Crabbe. And you are? Names might help if we will be having lunch." He was reserving judgement for now, and hoped to Merlin she had something cold to drink in her basket.
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She held up the shoe with a grin. "Anyone missing something important?" she said with a laugh.
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He was cute. Cute blokes with food were always good.
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"Nice to meet you," Justin smiled as Connie handed his shoe back. "Thanks, I'll just, umm..."
He dropped the shoe on the ground and stuck his foot back in it, grass-stained sock and all. The laces were short and frayed, so he never bothered to tie them.
"Sorry, I forgot to bring a bandana or whatever. Hope the shoe was too heavy or anything," Justin apologized. Or too smelly, he added in his head. He held up his basket. "I hope you like Mexican. Have you got any particular place you want to eat? The spot where I sat to watch the race has a nice view of the pitch, and there are still some people flying around if you want some entertainment."
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He wiped his forehead on his arm before he smiled and stalked over to her. When he reached her side, he smirked as he stopped himself from taking her and pulling her close for a fierce kiss. Instead, he captured her eyss as he handed her the scart and said, "You know, this means your mine."
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She smirked and took the scarf, reaching up wrapping the scarf around his neck and using it to pull his head down. "Oh, I know." And then, in front of the gods and everyone, she kissed him, deeply.
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But something gave within him and as he felt her heart beating in her chest as she pulled him close and her body molding to his, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. His mind drifted as he let himself become lost in the dizzying sensation of their kiss.
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She pulled away a moment later, looking up at him and grinning. "You need to see the healer, Marcus. I don't want you bleeding all over my picnic."
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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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She held out her hand, after moving the visor to the other one, "Katie Bell - and I promise I'm not irate over the idea of lunch with you, even if I had been expecting an afternoon with my boyfriend." Smiling then, she added, "Though, I suppose I can do that anytime. My annoyance is strictly reserved to the prat who fucked up winning the race for me, don't worry."
"So," she asked, peering around to the basket at Marietta's side, "what does that lunch entail then? And, did you want to stick around here, or head off to a less populated area? I've got an announcement I have to go make eventually, but for now I'm 'all yours'. I hope you didn't have a bloke who had been expecting an lunch with you."
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