Who: Nick and Lavender Where: Lav's Flat, Knockturn Alley When: Saturday night (BACKDATED, 3/1) What: Nick brings a celebratory dinner. Rating: Mild
Even though Lavender said she wasn't much for wine, Nick showed up at her doorstep in Knockturn Alley with a bottle anyway. It was a fine vintage, more than a few decades old, and from his family's ancestral home in the southwest of France. He also had a large bag full of delicacies from Paris: things that were almost ludicrously expensive, but his father had provided, so far be it from Nick to let the fine things go to waste. After all, Lavender might get a laugh out of it as they ate on a blanket on the floor. There was nothing wrong with an indoor picnic, especially when the weather was so unpleasant. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised. It was London. Rain and cold were a given much of the time. An umbrella and a quick drying spell saved everything (including his hair) from being ruined.
Standing outside the flat which Nick knew to be Lavender's, he knocked, trying and failing to remove the giddy smile from his face. His team had performed admirably in their first match of the playoffs and with a win, they were headed for greatness. He'd dressed comfortably for once, in jeans and a simple blue sweater beneath his usual black coat.