Picnic

"Barty, stop hogging the bloody Pocky!" Mikku yelled, reaching towards the Death Eater, who was busy polishing a large kitchen knife.

"I told you, Peter has it!" He snapped, scooting farther away from the teen. It was odd, he was actting uncharacteristically sane today. If you could call polishing a knife named Arthur 'sane'.

The four(Barty, Peter, and a messy haired man named Ryuzaki, along with Mikku herself) were sitting on a large checkered tablecloth in Mikku's backyard. "Peter..." Mikku sighed, looking over at the fluffy-haired Scotsman who, unsurprisingly, was munching on the Japanese candy in question.

"...wha?" He asked, his mouth full of chocolate snacks. "I didn't do anything this time, Crouch is a liar."

"I am not!"

Mikku sighed and rolled her eyes at the two. Pocky may be worth it's weight in gold, but it still wasn't worth enough to spark an argument between the police officer and the crazy-man. "Pot calls the kettle black." She looked around. "Hey, where's Chris? He's going to miss out on the Banana pudding..."

Ryuzaki looked up from his cake. "He ran off with some blond woman two minutes after we started eatting."

Mikku hung her head low. "So he's off snogging Rose, great...Just don't tell the Doctor, OK?" Ryuzaki shrugged and continued his candy-race with Peter.

Barty laughed, noticing the girl's jealousy. "You know, you can snog me if you want." He said with a small snort.

Mikku glared at him sharply, then decided to ignore him and eat her key-lime pie in peace.

Maybe this picnic wasn't such a good idea...