Who: Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour What: First date...sort of. When: September 15, 1995 Where: Diagon Alley/Bill's flat Rating: PG. Bill's always a gentleman on the first date!
Bill waited on the grand steps of Gringotts, enjoying the crisping early-fall air and trying to look as if he were not waiting. Bill was not the sort to be nervous about a first date; Bill was cool, of course he would make a good impression. Besides, it wasn't quite like a usual first date anyway, it wasn't like he would have to sit about making awkward small talk with a bird that wasn't his type.
Probably it was just the notion of cooking that had his adrenaline strangely high. French women, right, they were probably used to the very best of the culinary arts, her dad was probably a chef or something, what a stupid idea he'd had to cook for her. He just had to hope she'd never had Egyptian cuisine before. Maybe if she didn't know what it was supposed to taste like, it would seem less appallingly mediocre to her refined palate.
He'd picked up his flat and even wiped some things with a dustcloth, so that was in order. Nothing left to worry about except whether she was still going to meet him here, whether she still wanted to let him cook her dinner, whether she actually thought he was a much more sensitive and poetic soul from his letters and would storm out as soon as he revealed himself to be a pretty average bloke....
Oh, nevermind. He had on his favorite velvet jacket and his hair was perfect. It was going to be a brilliant date and that's all there was to it.