Who: Zach and Romilda (Fred should jump in when he comes over because she wants to slap him) What: calming down a friend When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Zach's flat Warnings: TBA
Romilda didn't even know what had happened, but she was angry. Angry on Zach's behalf, because even if what was happening wasn't bad, information was still being withheld from him. And angry at Fred for having lied to her.
At least Ernie had been polite and told her the truth, that he simply didn't want to talk. Fred had lied. Romilda did not take well to liars, especially when her friend's happiness was possibly at stake.
She'd had no qualms, therefore, about guilting Fred into speaking to Zach, and she was on her way now to see Zach. No matter what happened, she was going to be there for him; he had become one of her best friends. She stepped out of the Floo at Zach's flat, carrying a package of biscuits and a package of cigarettes; the latter seemed most appropriate, because her nose filled with a whiff of cigarette smoke as soon as the smell of the Floo cleared. Thankfully it wasn't a smell she minded.
"Zach Attack," she said, hugging him immediately. "It'll be alright. I promise."