When: January 29
Where: The Burrow, somewhere for dinner
Why: they just want some dinner.
Fred walked into the kitchen door fo the Burrow, tossing his jacket onto the coatrack on the opposite wall. He glanced around, and hearing sound from the living room, he walked in on Alicia asleep on the couch. "Hey."
She opened her eyes slowly and, seeing Fred standing there, sat up. She ran a hand over her hair, hoping it wasn't as messy as it felt. "Hey. You're home early."
Fred shrugged. "Eh, George and I got bored and closed early. Dunno where he went though....." He looked around, as if George was hiding in the corner. "So, wanna do something?"
Alicia nodded and stood up, stretching. She smiled at Fred and walked around the couch to put her arms around his waist. "What should we do? Sit at the Leaky Cauldron and make fun of the drunks?"
Fred laughed. "Actually, I was thinking of going to dinner. I don't think my stomach can handle another episode of George's mystery cooking. And if we make fun of drunks, we're making fun of me, and that's no fun."
Alicia shrugged, "I don't know, I always have fun making fun of you.." She grinned and kissed his cheek. "Anyway, dinner sounds nice. What did you have in mind?"
Fred shrugged and kissed her back. "I dunno, something my twin didn't cook, obviously. We'll find something, I'm sure."
She pulled on her coat and took his hand as they walked outside. They apparated into Diagon Alley and began to look for a suitable eating place.