Aiden wasn’t sulking. He had absolutely no reason to, really. He was going with Danny to the Headless Hunt Games and Ros’ had made them a nice picnic basket (with all his favorites, even) and he’d brought a bottle of firewiskey to chase down the chilled butterbeers Ros had packed for them. He had no reason to sulk. None at all. Or to scowl. Or to be bothered in literally any way whatsoever.
So he wasn’t sulking. Except he
was. Ros had packed Stricklander the
fancy sandwiches. The ones she only brought out when she was
dating someone. With the little crusts cut off and
everything. He could see the blue bell jars lighting up their cozy little spot and well. He’s was just worried about it. Apparently Oliver was of the mindset that Ros was an adult or something and an Auror besides and could take care of herself just fine so they clearly needn’t meddle but, well. Even Alex had decided to be mature, though he’d been surprised she was “friends†with Stricklander. Friends, he said!
With a sigh he sat down, far enough away that it wasn’t immediately obvious he was going to be staring at them for a good portion of the evening. He gave the pair a jaunty wave, attempting to appear innocent, as he leaned back into the blanket. It didn’t escape him that this was a backwards sort of date with Danny. The thought was amusing, actually, and it did much to restore some of his usual geniality.
“You don’t think they’re
dating do you?†He finally grumbled as he grabbed the delicately wrapped sandwich tray full of roast beef goodness. He softened considerably when he noticed she’d cut off the corner and made them into little triangles. He felt a burst of protective fondness for his cousin just then, coupled with a hint of guilt for letting his paranoia get to him. He hadn’t been home in four months, only taking leave for Ros’ birthday, and she’d been strangely contemplative the day they sailed off.
If her boyfriend couldn’t be bothered to show up for it and face the grilling Ollie and him would’ve given him then he didn’t deserve his cousin. It wouldn’t have lasted longer than it needed to, really, but since he hadn’t he was determined to parse out the mans motives. Danny couldn’t really complain. He was getting food, entertainment, and got to watch him loose it. He grabbed the plate that had ‘Danny’ written across it in cursive flourish and jabbed it into his chest. “This ones yours.†He said, rolling his eyes. It probably had ham and cheese sandwiches cut up in the same exact way because Ros was a fucking softie underneath all that badassery.
@Danny Willbond