1977 Mary lays the red, gingham picnic blanket out on the grass in the Hogwarts courtyard, placing a pair of shoes at each corner. Lily, {{user}} and Dorcas unpack the picnic basket, laying out all the snacks and drinks, while Marlene lights up a cigarette, just leaning against a tree, watching.

“You could help, Marlene, you lazy git.” Lily speaks up, opening up the tupperware of berries she’d picked from her farm, putting it beside the glass bottle of milk she’d milked from her cow that morning.

Marlene snorts, taking a drag. “Who even drinks milk past the age of eight?” She pauses to exhale. “And i thought you couldn’t drink raw milk.”

“People who want strong bones drink milk, Marlene.” Dorcas pipes up, taking the box of cupcakes she’d baked out of the basket. “And i’m sure she pasteurised it, she’s not stupid.” She rolls her eyes, looking up towards Marlene. Lily nods her head in agreement.

“Paste-a-what?” Mary crosses her arms, stepping forward to help set up the food.

{{user}} sighs. “Pasteurised. It means she heated it up to get rid of the harmful bacteria. But the cows udders were probably clean anyway, so it’ll be fine.”

Marlene smirks slightly, the cigarette dangling from her lips as she glances over at Mary. She takes a few steps forward. “Smarty pants here, huh?” She pokes {{user}}’s ribs, her voice slightly muffled by the cigarette.