InsaneJournal

Who: Sally-Anne and Susan.
Where: Near the lake.
When: Sunday Afternoon.
What: Picnic!
Rating: G, PG?
Status: In progress


Sally-Anne had initially found Susan to be pleasant to talk to through journals, considering they'd never really spent much time together, but ever since Susan had come to her while she was freaking out over Elizabeth's death, Sally-Anne had wanted to spend time with her in person. She was eternally grateful for Susan's presence that night. Sally-Anne had truly not been in her right mind. Who knows what she would have done if she hadn't had some form of human companionship that night? Perhaps she'd have thrown herself into the lake, so drunk that she would have drowned. It scared Sally-Anne a bit, and she didn't really want to admit that she'd been so out of control.

She knew that Susan wasn't having the best of times, but she didn't know specifics. Of course, she'd never press Susan to tell her. If she wanted to confide in Sally-Anne, she could, and Sally-Anne would keep everything they talked about to herself. She valued Susan's friendship very much. Most of all, Sally-Anne wanted to be there for Susan, as Susan had been for her. If it was possible, she wanted to try to forget the hurt that she was feeling, that both of them were feeling, and just find solace in spending time with each other. A picnic had sounded like the perfect way to do it. Not only that, but the lake seemed like the perfect place. It was a place Sally-Anne associated with Susan now, even if their last encounter there and been slightly unpleasant.

It'd been no trouble at all for Sally-Anne to visit the kitchens and gather some food, which she'd brought with her in a basket. She'd laid a blanket down, dark green and incredibly soft so that she and Susan wouldn't have to sit on the ground. Grass had always made Sally-Anne particularly itchy. While waiting, Sally-Anne had taken the liberty of placing the food on the blanket. Little sandwiches, a small bowl of pudding, another bowl of sliced fruit, plus some pumpkin juice in a special container that a house elf had given her, plus two goblets. It wasn't a lot of food, but it seemed enough, and Sally-Anne hoped that Susan would enjoy it.