Ron Weasley (ourweasley) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-05-06 13:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: lavender brown, character: ron weasley |
Who: Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown.
What: Exes having lunch, what could possibly go wrong?
When: Friday 6th May, lunchtime.
Where: Portglenone Forest, Northern Ireland.
Rating: PG for now.
It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue, the clouds were fluffy and there were birds singing throughout the forest. Not only that, but one of the team had happened across a clearing of saplings that was carpeted in bluebells. Even Ron could tell it would be perfect for a romantic picnic.
That fact was only making him more nervous. He hadn't seen Lavender since Valentine's Night, when she'd cried about missing him and wanting to be friends. Ron had been doing his best, commenting on her journal when he could actually think of anything platonic to say (and keeping his thoughts about her flirting and her bikini and his memories of her parents' summer house to himself), sending her the wooden bird when he'd found it while packing. Even trying his hardest, Ron just wasn't very good at being Lav's friend and he knew it. In his defence, it had been a hard few months for him. He'd lost count of how many times he'd wished he could reach out to Lav, but he'd resisted because he didn't want to reach out to any of his other friends.
Ron knew this wasn't a romantic anything. It wasn't a date. It was just like Ginny coming by with sandwiches, that was all. Still he'd actually bothered to shave that morning, and he'd checked a mirror after his morning's work so he could try to pluck the spruce needles out of his hair. Molly had, when asked, provided a picnic basket of homemade sausage rolls and fairy cakes. Ron hadn't said it was for Lavender, but he had a feeling Molly knew because she'd included a bottle of Lav's favourite cherry cordial.
After carefully copying a map into his journal for Lav to follow, Ron strode off to the clearing, leaving a temporary magical trail behind him just in case his map wasn't clear. Once he'd chosen a patch of grass where they wouldn't crush too many of the flowers, Ron put the basket down. He didn't want to pace, but he wasn't quite ready to sit down either. Instead, he found a handhold in the nearest mature tree and heaved himself up into the branches.