WHO: Astoria Greengrass and Theodore Nott WHEN: Thursday, 9th June WHERE: Cafe in Diagon Alley WHAT: Lunch with a friend RATING: PGish I'd imagine
It was a simple tradition but one she looked forward to each week. They hadn't planned on it becoming something they'd do every week but their luncheons had been a staple of her routine for some time now. It was rare that she broke their engagements, save only for illness or vacation. He was a refreshing perspective. A proper gentleman whose life wasn't based solely in quidditch. She loved her boys, no question, but sometimes it was nice to hear about other things that were happening in the world.
She could also trust that he was her friend because of want and not because her father was paying his check. It was a silly fear but one that lurked in the back of her mind. After the whole ordeal with Rose and Isaac she was far less willing to trust. Theodore had nothing to gain by pretending to be her friend, not that she had ever actively doubted that. Being able to reassure herself in her mind didn't hurt.
Astoria arrived at the little cafe a bit early, liking the chance to find the best seat. It was beautiful outside, something she wouldn't take for granted. A little table on the patio was free, providing shade so that they wouldn't have to squint but far enough from the flowers to avoid bugs. She ordered a lemonade as she waited, watching the people that passed her idly. "Oh, there you are! I ordered your usual drink, I hope that's okay."