Although no stranger to labour or hardship, nothing in the past honestly prepared Roger for the Battle of Hogwarts, especially at his age. It was difficult for the war not to gnaw at his optimism, his cheerfulness, his temperament. Although it would be ridiculous to suggest that youthful romance would be enough to relieve all of his and his peers’ trauma; it was, however, undeniably helping Roger take his mind off things, the fact that he was going on a date with Hermione Granger.
She was always a most impressive witch. Seeing her in combat, though none of them honestly should’ve had to participate in the first place, made him realise that she was even more formidable than he’d thought — which he hadn’t thought possible. This was a girl destined for history books. But that afternoon, she was just a certain Roger Davies’ girlfriend (and vice versa).
Kind of. Perhaps. They had kissed, and it was amazing, but that was in the face of prospective early deaths. Still, she agreed to go out with him now. Best not to overthink it. “Hey. So, welcome to my uncle’s ice cream shop. There isn’t much to read here, and we can’t cast spells, but they’ve got a ton of flavours and I’ve nicked some vouchers for us.” || @bravecr
