who ? daphne greengrass and roger davies when ? monday evening, 17th april where ? daphne and roger's house what ? roger's back from camping! status ? complete
Apart from the bear, the weekend had been excellent. Roger had really had a great time with Arran, even when they'd gotten lost in a forest. Mostly, though, they'd just camped. Eaten shitty food and drank shitty beer and had a fucking great time together. Roger felt incredibly relaxed by the time he returned home on Monday evening, even if he had spent three nights sleeping in a tent and cuddling with Arran (though, really, that last bit was fine, because by the second night Roger had kind of gotten used to it, even if Arran definitely was a lot less pleasant to cuddle with than Daphne). Despite having had an excellent weekend with Arran, Roger had also missed Daphne.
It wasn't something he had necessarily anticipated, though he supposed he should've. They'd been together for a while (Roger found it easier if he didn't consider just how long that while was) and spent almost every night together, had done even before Daphne had moved in, so missing her really wasn't as surprising as Roger had first found it. Talking to her over journals had helped, even if Roger had stopped once Arran had returned from doing whatever, not wanting to really admit to Arran that he truly did miss Daphne despite barely being away at all.
Now, though, Roger was home. Apparating home from the Ministry where the portkey had taken them and bidding goodbye to Arran who'd gone off to see his own girlfriend (or whatever Chloe was). Dropping the camping backpack down on the floor next to the door, Roger looked around. "Daph! I return! Not eaten by a bear or anything," Roger called out walking through to the living room and giving Daphne a smile once he found her. "Also I stink, so I need a shower but if you make dinner I'll tell you all about how Slovenia definitely has bears and Arran's a liar," Roger promised walking close enough to offer Daphne a kiss.