[ they're in some magical foreign exchange school or something, whatever it doesn't really matter the main point being that this school has a high budget. it's probably private; he comes from money, and one of the few things her parents didn't fight about in the divorce was her school fund, so no ones going bankrupt this semester. they're just going places — nice places, places they probably would have gotten to in time, but in their late teens instead of their late forties. and there are some major pluses to traveling while young. namely liver functionality, which meant they could drink three times as much as they really should and their hangovers wouldn't be world ending.
teenaged resilience doesn't mean they don't get hung over at all, however.
they're sitting in a little british coffee between airplane layovers (it's part of the muggle studies portion, and the worst part because being hungover on an airplane? a tiny, pressurized cabin that only serve baby sized water bottles and peanuts? one of the worst places to sober up, and lydia spends a good twenty minutes rhapsodizing about passing out in a gutter instead — at least she could be horizontal). lydia's at least feeling a little better about herself because she didn't try to pay for her coffee in gold and silver, and the caffeine is doing wonders for her headache. such wonders, that when a little old lady tells them they're a cute couple, she smiles and says: ] Thanks, he just proposed!
[ no one seems to notice the ring — or lack there of — on her finger. but the little old lady gushes and offers to buy them pastries, so when james opens his mouth (presumably to set her straight in her assumptions) she kicks him.
it's a gentle kick, but a kick all the same, and hisses at him. ]
#crack
teenaged resilience doesn't mean they don't get hung over at all, however.
they're sitting in a little british coffee between airplane layovers (it's part of the muggle studies portion, and the worst part because being hungover on an airplane? a tiny, pressurized cabin that only serve baby sized water bottles and peanuts? one of the worst places to sober up, and lydia spends a good twenty minutes rhapsodizing about passing out in a gutter instead — at least she could be horizontal). lydia's at least feeling a little better about herself because she didn't try to pay for her coffee in gold and silver, and the caffeine is doing wonders for her headache. such wonders, that when a little old lady tells them they're a cute couple, she smiles and says: ] Thanks, he just proposed!
[ no one seems to notice the ring — or lack there of — on her finger. but the little old lady gushes and offers to buy them pastries, so when james opens his mouth (presumably to set her straight in her assumptions) she kicks him.
it's a gentle kick, but a kick all the same, and hisses at him. ]
Don't ruin this, we're getting scones.