Who: Rose Weasley and Lorcan Scamander Where: The beach When: Friday morning What: Learning about gnome-prison. Status/Rating: Incomplete, tbd
The gnomes were clever, much more clever than Lorcan would ever admit out loud. He had to hand it to them. No magic, rude luggage, and a private island prison-camp. They were good, real good. They even managed to capture him while he was in a vulnerable place. Which was to say, while he was still dressed in his red and white polka dot pajamas, complete with a night-cap.
Lorcan was carefully surveying the prison premises when he spotted her. The red bushy-hair and quirky smile were unmistakable. "Rose! They've captured you as well?" Lorcan asked, running up to her.
In his alarm, he forgot a few things for a very brief moment. He forgot that, one – Rose shouldn't look so young. Two – Lorcan always got tongue-tied when he tried talking to her. He remembered the moment he reached her.