Who: Mary MacDonald and Peter Pettigrew
Where: Outside near the lake.
Notes: it’s great, thank you for starting!
[Drops her hands to find his and laces their fingers together] Picnic, yeah?
Gives her hand a small squeeze. Absolutely.
[Shakes her head, framing his face with her small hands] No no, nat at all. I’m jus’ so ‘appy! Picnics and kisses and Hogsmeade…lovely. Lovely, lovely!
Relieved as she reassures him. Right, I gotcha. I know exactly what you mean. Yes, if you’re happy and lovely then I’m happy and lovely.
[Very Mary-esque, can’t help but giggle and smile against the kiss, pulling away excitedly]
Grins at her before giving her a questioning look. You’re not laughing at me, are you?
No? Te-hee! [Tugs him down and kisses him. Pecking his cheek then his lips]
I repeat no, not at all, never. Does not object to this, leaning down to kiss her back.
Ah’m want’n to kiss you, can I?
You really don’t have to ask permission. At all. Ever.
Err yes? That is my name.
Haha! Ye’so lovely about me, Pete. I absolutely adore it, so much I don’t really mind it when ye go away from me sight ev’ry now and then. ‘Actually’? Oh! Ah’m lookin forward to it so much!
I don’t stray too far, I promise. Yes, I was actually looking forward to it, too. Saying ‘actually’ makes it sound like I wasn’t looking forward to it before… but I was before. It just seems even better now? It was good to begin with, but you know. Or maybe you don’t. I don’t know.