| back to love | {g. weasley}

[ thirty-two ]

"Four butta beers," the pub lady announces cheerfully. Her thick accent catches their tired attention quickly as she lowers the wooden tray down below her breasts and distributes the glass mugs between the four teens in the leather-cushioned booth.

"Thank you," Evelyn grins at her. She slides the warm mug closer to her chest, decorated in pearl and gold chains, and inspects the caramel drizzle atop the creamy foam of her drink.

Harry echoes her actions. "Thank you," he nods quietly.

"Thank you," Hermione says receiving her own mug. She even elbows Ron, who's entranced by the sweetness in front of him.

"Owe," Ron grumbles. He looks at Hermione, shocked, and quickly turns to the waitress with a shy smile as Hermione nudges her head aggressively. "Thanks," he says quickly.

Her cherry cheeks pinch her eyes shut as she grins. "'Course," she nods to them graciously, "lemme know if ya need anyfin' else."

They nod, and she's off.

The four sink into a pleasant quiet, taking turns gently blowing into the creamy foam to cool down the first sip as best they can. Evelyn tries to let the butterscotch flavor sit on her tongue, but it's far too hot. The tip of her tongue burns shortly, then it sits in the heat of her mouth as she scoots the base of the goblet mug away from her and slumps back into her seat.

She watches Ron for a moment as his eyes drift from the far rim of his glass up to Hermione as he takes a long, slow sip. Hermione doesn't note a thing, as she's entranced in her own drink.

"So," Hermione licks her lip clean and looks at Evelyn, "How's your mum and the baby?"

"Great," Evelyn nods. "She's going home tomorrow morning, Remus is gonna help her and Robby get everything settled in the house."

"That's sweet," Hermione gushes.

"It got a name?" Ron asks curiously. "The baby?"

Evelyn almost chuckles at how he asks it. "His name is Shawn," she tells him. "Shawn Edmund McCulley."

"Awe," Hermione grins acutely, drawing Ron's attention again. "That's a beautiful name."

"He's a cute baby," Harry nods in agreeance.

Evelyn chuckles, drawing the mug back to her lips. "Harry said he was strange looking," she snickers.

Hermione gasps. "Harry!"

Harry blinks at her, his eyes growing wider each time they open. "Hermione," he echoes her offended tone. He shakes his head at her in defense of himself, even smiling a little as he hears Evelyn chuckling into her drink. "He was fresh out of the womb!" His nose crinkles a little. "He was all... wrinkly."

"He'd never seen a baby before," Evelyn adds quickly before the steamy liquid floats into her mouth. She takes a hearty sip, letting the warm, buttery flavor melt around her tongue; it's arguably the most comfort she's felt in weeks.