'Without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos.'

~Don Kardong

pairing: lorcan/roxanne

word count: 559


She giggled, a sound like that of sleigh bells jingling.

The ice cream she was eating (chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts) stopped halfway to her mouth.

It slowly floated away from her, and she would've been surprised had she not seen the discreet movements of her boyfriend's other hand.

"Lorcan! Give me my ice cream back!" she shrieked.

His laugh was deeper, a warm, baritone chuckle.

"I don't think I will, Roxy... Chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts happens to be my favorite kind of ice cream," he smirked, his grey-blue hair hidden under a bright orange beanie, his wine-purple eyes lighting up.

Her own umber eyes narrowed, and she pouted.

He looked at her lips, perfectly pink and plump, so kissable, and sighed.

With a knit black beanie covering auburn curls, umber eyes pleading, a tailored black muggle peacoat over white jeans, and furry boots, she was the picture of innocence.

He leaned forward, their faces an inch apart, and blew out a puff of air. She giggled again, and he gave her her ice cream back.

They reached the Quidditch supply shop, and while Roxy browsed, Lorcan found a perch and leaned against it.

His mind whirled a mile a minute, thinking about the dark days.

His Uncle Harry told him, that during the War, Voldemort had captured Florean Fortescue, owner of the ice cream shoppe. There had been no ice cream - and it was a darkdark time full of badbad people with chaos everywhere.

Then Florean Fortescue was found - alive, amazingly - nursed back to health, and he re-opened his store.

Soon after, Uncle Harry killed Voldemort.

The girls always giggled when they heard Voldemort's name, as if he was some imaginary being used to scare little children, but Lorcan knew better.

He knew of the nightmares his mum had, the nightmares the adults all had.

He hadn't missed the way the adults always winced or flinched when his name was mentioned.

He hadn't missed the fact that he'd never met his Uncle Fred (dead), he'd never seen his Uncle George's other ear (gone), and never met his grandparents (dead).

He knew how lucky he was... And though everyone had sacrificed a lot, he knew - it was the ice cream.

Ice cream was hope, love, joy, happiness -allthatshit- embodied.

Roxy came bounding over to him, her arms full of... Quidditch gear.

"Let's go, Lorcan," she murmured quietly, not missing the serious look on her boyfriend's face.

In that moment, he fell in love with Roxanne Angelica Weasley all over again.

They walked out, hand in hand, never letting go until they reached her house.

"Roxy..." he began cautiously.

"Yes, Lorc?"

"I... just want you to know this."

A puzzled look graced her features.

"When all else fails... think of the ice cream."

With those parting words, he apparated away with a small smile and a barely audible pop!

As she mulled over those words, they finally made sense.

Ice cream brought the Wizarding World back from it's arse.

Ice cream saved the Wizarding World.

A smirk crossed her face.

Because you see, children, that day, Lorcan and Roxanne learned a lesson that was to be passed on for generations. Every Weasley/Scamander child knew. Without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos.

So when all else fails, think of the ice cream.


A/N: I wrote this for the 'Take a Stroll through the Quote Garden Challenge' on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge forum. This is for you, silverfox. I hope it's not too bad.