tonks. just tonks. (reinvents) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2017-07-25 01:37:00 |
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At the point when the plans had been made, the thought of 'food', 'cliffs', and 'taking it from there' had seemed a neat solution to a much bigger mess of issues that the two of them had to grapple with. But as evening crept up on her Tonks couldn't help but find herself frustrated at the vagueness of it, fussing over the tiniest of things. The type of cheese she had picked up from the market earlier, whether or not she should have brought those ciders. She wasn't a fusser, she bloody hated fussing -- except, apparently, when her son was concerned. Staring down at the assortment of picnic things she had collected in her beaten up rucksack, she told herself to stop thinking about it. Most of what they had eaten together when he had last been near this age was deep fried anyway, what with them both having jobs in the pub kitchen.
But then -- this wasn't last time. That was the whole point, wasn't it?
Once everything had been set out as neat as she could make it (which was still very, terribly messy by anybody else's standards) she sat back on the side of the straggly blanket, letting her palms stretch out behind her and scrunching her bare toes in the grass. Teddy was right -- the cliffs were good. The worry that had pooled in her stomach earlier at the thought of mucking it up with him like she was apparently mucking it up with her family and with Remus' friends steadily eased away. It'd be alright. They'd make it alright.
She caught sight of him as soon as he arrived, impossible to mistake against the backdrop of the forest. "Hey!" she yelled, waving him over to the spot she had picked with a bright smile. "Hope you're hungry. There's probably enough for the whole island here."