WHO: Ben and Ginny, perhaps for the last time WHAT: OBLIVIATE! WHERE: Tutshill, near the Chimera's Heads pub WHEN: backdated mega to 20th November, the day after the rescue WHY: so we can work out exactly what was wiped and how it all went RATING: PG for glimpses STATUS: in progress
Benjamin sat nervously on a bar stool, drinking a butterbeer. He was intending on waking up with what appeared to be a hangover, but that didn't mean he wanted his inhibitions lowered right now. He didn't trust himself to keep his hands off Ginny, for a start, and he didn't know if alcohol had any impact on memory charms either. He didn't know an awful lot about memory charms, to be honest. He was using a lot of trust here. When the time came to meet Ginny, Ben stood up with butterflies in his stomach. Trusting his mind to someone else so completely... it was terrifying, to be honest. But at least Ginny had better intentions than Voldemort would when he started Legilimensing all over the place.
He had carefully spilled whiskey down his coat and put an empty beer bottle in his pocket, just to raise the authenticity of finding himself alone and confused near a pub. It was all set. Nothing could go wrong, right? Right?
It was dark outside, and chilly. The clouds obscured the stars and the street lights soon fell away as Ben left the main road to head towards the field he had arranged to meet Ginny in. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, feeling intensely vulnerable already. When finally he got there, he could see no-one.