Who:George and Parvati What: Now she knows Where:Chelsea Physic Garden When: Saturday afternoon Rating: language, most likely Status: Complete
The long walk to Chelsea was the only thing that had been pleasant about Parvati's day so far. From the moment she opened the paper that day, she felt sick. If she wasn't being bombarded with people who tried to make her feel better (or worse, in the case of Terence Higgs), she was bombarded with the thought that she had been a fool. Every time he had gone out with friends, every time he was away without saying where, every time he was up walking alone, it wasn't him cheating on her. It wasn't him not finding her good enough. It wasn't anything to do with her at all, it was plotting and hurting other people. That wasn't the George she fell for. This is an entirely different George all together. She wasn't sure she had it in her to love this George that she never knew. But she agreed to meet him, and it would be good to get out of Diagon and the unwanted sympathetic looks that greeted her at every turn.
Parvati arrived at the Gardens and paid her small donation. She wandered through the gardens at first, for a moment at a loss of where to go. Thankfully the grounds were quiet, as she didn't want their strange conversation overheard by muggles who she would have to report and probably obliviate herself. Just what she needed, more work on her day off. She found a quiet pond whose path circling it contained inviting benches. She found herself sitting on a particularly moss covered one, and was grateful she had chosen jeans to wear that day. She rested her chin on her elbow and watched some birds dive and play in the pond's fountain. She hadn't told him where to find her, but that didn't worry her. She was perfectly content to sit here all afternoon while she waited for George to explain himself.