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Roger Davies (pridechaser) wrote in impetuousrpg,

"Yeah, I'm here," Roger said, returning Lavender's smile. Christ, this was going to be awkward. For needing to have such an important talk, he was already at a loss at what to say. Or what to do. He stepped inside and set his bag down, keeping a polite distance. He didn't know if he was supposed to hug her or if that would be weird, but it was weird standing over here away from her.

He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, not knowing what else to do with his hands. "So, uh, all packed up? Portkey's set to go off in-" he checked his watch "-sixteen minutes."

He glanced around the room, then finally turned his attention fully to Lavender. She looked exactly the same. Not that he'd expected her to be showing or anything- and thank God she wasn't rubbing her belly or anything like that. He might lose it. But she looked like Lavender. Well, no. She looked like an anxious, scared Lavender. And Roger hated that.

He frowned and cleared the distance between them. "Come here," he said, and tugged her into his arms. "It'll be okay, Lav. I promise."