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Tweak says, "It's the last note in a song"

Cormac McLaggen (macmclaggen) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-23 12:41:00

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character: cormac mclaggen, character: lavender brown

RP: Happy birthday to me
Who: Cormac & Lavender
What: Mac has Lavender over for a birthday dinner
Where: Monument Alley; Mac's flat
When: 23rd, July, evening
Rating: NSFW possible (knowing these two)

Mac had ordered take away from Finnigan's. He'd been thinking a lot of this dinner with Lavender over the last week and had joined his parents for dinner earlier in the week to tell them of his plan.

The War hadn't affected his family much - he'd taken part in the final battle out of House pride, but otherwise his Pureblood status, his family's money, and his father's smart thinking had kept them all out of anything too scathing. Had Voldemort won, the McLaggen's had even been pretty confident their status in society wouldn't have been much changed - with the exception of Cho being half-muggle born.

But the bombings of two weeks earlier had shaken him. He'd felt helpless. Not only would his status do nothing in a muggle terrorist war, but he knew now that Lavender would be in the line of anything happening out there, and there was nothing he could do to protect her. He'd felt, in the last two weeks, his mortality, and her own. And so when he'd seen his parents, he'd asked their permission for a very important life. His father had given a confused but proud look and his mother had cried, claiming she never thought she'd see the day, but then she'd offered him a family heirloom of the McLaggen's - a ring his father had given her when they'd found out she was pregnant. It was beautiful, a garnet (very Gryffinfor, he'd commented) laid in gold, small and delicate and yet shining with strength and a lovely timeliness. It was perfect, he knew, and it was now in his pocket.

So now he wore his favorite suit coat and set out dishes and his 'good' wine glasses and had a bottle of light red wine chilling to go with the rare steaks he'd gotten from the pub. There were candles lit around the flat, which he'd had a witch in to clean and tidy that morning. He hoped she liked it there, he planned for them to share it, if tonight went well.

Now, all there was left to do was to wait.

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angustifolia
2015-07-25 07:34 pm UTC (link)

When Cormac pulled her onto his lap, Lavender couldn't help but laugh. She thought she'd narrowed it down to either something wrong with the shop or one of those nasty rumours about the Prides' top Chaser being lured away to play for a team in Canada or Italy. Yet pinning down the reason for Cormac's sudden concern was harder than she'd first anticipated if he also wanted to cuddle.

The sight of the ring made her brown eyes grow wide. Oh, Merlin. As he talked, Lavender's fingers reached to toy with the hair at his nape as easily as they would play with her own hair when she was nervous. When he finally asked that question, she accidentally yanked his hair in surprised. "Oh, fuck, sorry," she apologised, cheeks quickly flushing red. That wasn't the first thing she was supposed to say when her boyfriend proposed.

"It's a good thing you took my wine. I think I might have dropped it." That wasn't what she was supposed to say either. Lavender clapped her hand to her mouth, though that did nothing to stifle the nervous giggle that escaped her.

She exhaled. "I don't know which of us is crazier. You for asking." Her fingers skimmed his jaw. "Or me or saying yes."

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