*14—Time*
Victoire dropped into a seat at the ice cream bar at Florean's and held her head. Could the day possibly get any worse?
It was bad enough that she'd worked on a Saturday, and she hadn't worked a weekend in forever. But Madam Malkin had a family obligation of her own and had left the shop in Victoire's capable hands—which had been a nice thought until Cousin Molly had arrived for her appointment. And Molly had only recently gotten engaged to Michael Corner and needed new robes to meet his parents and already she was a bridezilla! Not to mention that Victoire had had to deal with a crotchety old man afterwards all the while brooding over the fact that she would not be the first of her generation to marry. And on top of all of that, Neville had asked to meet her here and he was LATE.
Speaking of the devil, he appeared. "Vic?"
"What?" she snapped, and she scared him enough that he jolted and dropped a ring he'd been holding…oh. A ring. …better late than never, yes?
- ^-^3
Mols/Michael is another M&MWP. ;) Also, this is the 2nd time so far that I've mentioned Florean's; in my head-canon, the place is owned by Marcus Belby and his family after the war, because everyone needs Florean's, even without Florean himself around.
-mew! :']
