Strange, Sweet Freedom Jun 14, 2010 15:47:17 GMT -8
Post by Lance Ulrich on Jun 14, 2010 15:47:17 GMT -8
Saturday, 28 May, 2011
Term had ended yesterday at noon, and field day had gone on until around 5, followed by the awards feast where Ravenclaw was awarded the Quidditch cup and Slytherin won the house cup (by two points!). And this morning, he had woken up bright and early at 6 a.m. to finish packing his things and go for a quiet walk with Lily around the Great Lake one last time after lugging his things downstairs and having breakfast. By 10, they were back to get on the carriages and head to the Hogsmeade train station to board the Hogwarts Express for one final ride. After unboarding, he had had their things sent off to his home, figuring she could pick her things up later, but for now, it was time for lunch. He was starving, and he had asked her out to celebrate their newly found freedom. Of course, that freedom would only be enjoyed a short time--just until they both had jobs--but it would be enjoyed, nevertheless.
As the two emerged in the new station in Diagon Alley (Platform 9 and 3/4 in London was a thing of the past, obviously), Lance took Lily's hand, speed in his step out of enthusiasm. The thought of finally being in charge of his own life failed to daunt the former Ravenclaw. The possibilities of the future only made him more optimistic than usual, and with Lily by his side, the possibilities were endless in his mind. The former apprehension towards being tied down had been mostly calmed over the past few months of dating. While he still couldn't believe he was "tied down" for the time being, the thought certainly wasn't one that he focused on for very long periods of time or very often. He was glad for the companionship. It was only through frequently spending time with her that he had realized just how lonely he had truly been before.
"Just another block," Lance was saying now as he headed across the street from the former spot Ollivander's had stood (it now was some posh clothing store). He had yet to tell her where they were going, and given that Diagon Alley had been in shambles before she had moved here, and it had just open in the middle of finals, he doubted she would have much idea about where he could be, and considering this was a surprise place (based on his friend's description, it was pretty damn good), that was fine with him. He had sent an owl to an older friend to find out where a good restaurant was to take Lily, and he only hoped his friend didn't end up having thought it would be funny to send him to some dump. However, he didn't have much of a choice, unless he wanted to take her to The Three Broomsticks (yet again), to Madam Puddifoot's (someone gag him and throw him off a cliff, if he even considered that), or to wander around Diagon Alley in search of a place. No, thank you.
He glanced over at her for a moment, flashing her a mischievous grin before pushing her lightly and taking off at an easy jog, speeding up if necessary to avoid being caught. Something had to make this a little more fun than just walking somewhere. The restaurant, quite obviously, would be his "home base."