A Perfect Place for a Picnic

[THIS PLACE IS PRETTY WITH TREES AND FLOWERS... hypoallergenic flowers...]

*Tam walked down to this peaceful spot with Hashbee, a basket and a picnic blanket. She settled the basket down and magiced the blanket into place. Settling down she lay Hashbee next to her*

Aww, you're so cute my little sweet potato... *strokes his cheek gently as he smiles up at her*

*Hermione is wandering around when she spots Tam and Hashbee having a picnic. She smiles because it's a gorgeous sight, and watches for a few moments before slowly making her way over. She grins nervously and shifts her weight from foot to foot.*

Hey Tam... how are you?

[*creeps*]

[Aww gee thanks Mya, you're making me blush...
Dean, of course you're creeping! This is why you're my second-in-command!]

*Tam looked up, saw Mya and grinned*

Sweetie, look, it's your Aunty Mya *she gently waved Hashbee's hand* Come on down and join us darling. I have food!

[That, and there's NOTHING going on on here, and I'm sooooo bored!!!]

*She can't help but smile at being called 'Aunty Mya', relieved that Tam hasn't picked up the baby and run like hell to get him away from her. She sits on the blanket and jiggles Hashbee's foot gently.*

Hello gorgeous boy!

*to Tam*

Is there cheese?

I think so... I just went to the kitchen and got this...

*points it out*

Lemme know if there's any chocolate


[Please note Mya that there is nothing remotely like Alcohol in there... so don't even try it]

[Mya would have a total mental breakdown and throw it all away if there was. She's doing very well! ]

*digs around and pulls out cheese and chocolate, breaking off a piece of chocolate before handing the rest to Tam*

So... um.... *doesn't know where to start apologising*

... I'm taking up running....

*is lame*

*is nomming on chocolate*

Really? I should probably do something like that... *glances down at chocolate* or not....

*looks down at Hashbee* by the way, how did he behave that night in the boy's dorm?

*giggles* Well I'd prefer chocolate, but running seems like a good way to keep my head clear, help me keep on top of things...

*smiles and plays with Hashbee's fingers, tickling slightly*

He was a dream - I was half expecting screaming all night but he was just fine. Poor Petey though, between Remus and I hogging Hashbee he barely got to hold his own son!

*her smile fades a bit at the mention of Peter*

Well I'm glad he behaved... How is Peter by the way?

*sighs* I haven't really seen him since then. But I think he's going to be ok - just a little overwhelmed about it all I guess.

*pointed look* And how are you going? Really?

Really? I don't know... I guess I'm overwhelmed too.. and just so much is happening all the time I never seem to get a chance to step back and just take a break...

and *glances around* look, can I tell you something... that you can't tell Remus... ever ever ever?

*crosses heart* Tam you know all my secrets. I won't tell a soul.

[ooooo secrets!!!!]

[Dean, you know what she's telling... stupid boy]

Erm well the other night... i was feeling miserable and overwhelmed... and i went out to that clearing by the lake... and had a bit much to drink... and i'm pretty sure I fucked Dean....

[aaaahh snap!!]

[*creep*]

[Dean, she had to tell her... she had to tell someone.... also just so you know... Adrian will be told too... because she helped Tam "clean up" afterwards

HI AUTUMN!!!!]

*blinks. digests*

Oh...

*she doesn't know what to say. on the one hand, there's that childish little voice in her head that wants to point her finger and scream 'ah-ha! you're just as bad as I am' because somehow it makes her feel better to know that's she's not the only one whose let alcohol cloud their judgement and potentially destroyed someone else's relationship in the process. but she can't do that - she's in no position to judge, and she knows making Tam feel worse wouldn't make her feel better. she feels bad when people she loves are upset. she hooks an arm around her twin's neck and kisses her temple*

Tam, sweetie, it's ok. Look who you're talking to - it could have been a lot worse. You know you can come to me when you're miserable, right? I'd do anything I could to help... Do you, uh, want to talk about it?

Well the honest truth is that I didn't remember any of it... I woke up in my dorm the next day with a killer hangover and no shirt or underwear.... with a few twigs in my hair...

*glances to make sure Hashbee's okay*

so I came down to look and see what had happened and I found my shirt, underwear and tie with all of his clothing....

then we had a really really awkward conversation in the hallway because he didn't remember anything either.. so we still aren't sure what happnened *leans into Mya*

[awkward seems like an understatment......]

*holds her tighter, leaning her cheek against the top of her head*

Well, maybe there's no reason to panic then... you know, laws of circumstantial evidence and all that...

*she knows it sounds lame, but she doesn't care*

Look, if there's one thing I can tell you, it's that it'll get you nowhere to beat yourself up over it. Whatever happened, happened. You can't change it so you may as well accept it and move on. One stuff-up doesn't make you a bad person.

*grabs some more cheese*

Dean Thomas wrote:[awkward seems like an understatment......]

[it is an understatement.... there isn't a word for what we had]