|Tristan Ellis Dunstan (elmlikedust) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-10-08 11:31:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 10, !incomplete, lyra moon, tristan dunstan|
Who: Tristan Dunstan & Lyra Moon
Where: Lyra's house, Hogsmeade
When: Backdated to Thursday night
Warnings/Rating: Possible snoggage, etc. / R-ish, perhaps.
Tristan Apparated onto the street that passed in front of Lyra's cottage, clutching a paper bag of groceries and trying to tamp down the usual bout of nerves. They were getting better, nowhere near as bad as last time, which had gone about as smoothly as he could have hoped for, but they were still floating about in the back of his mind. He didn't think he was being terribly impressive, really, giving her nothing but quiet evenings in. He probably should have taken her out. That was the done thing. But she seemed happy with this, and ... there was always next time, after all. He resolved to do something a little more traditional, then.
At least he was dressed appropriately, this time - at least according to the prevailing experts in the magazine industry. But new clothes weren't bringing him much in the way of confidence, either, seeing as he was never quite sure he was pulling them off properly. They could only have been an improvement over his previous wardrobe, though; he hadn't realized it had been such a dire situation, but Parvati had been ... adamant.
He knocked on her door, and smiled brightly when he saw her. "I brought the pasta," he said, hefting his grocery bag. And wine, too, because they were grown-ups. Definitely.