Who: Neville and Ginny Where: Cafe Owl near Gringott's. When: Monday, Janurary 3rd. What: Neville and Ginny meet up for a coffee date. Rating/Status: low and ongoing.
Neville suddenly found the possibility of actually entering a cafe this morning to be the most terrifying thing he'd ever done. That was saying something too, he'd been through plenty of terrifying things, but there was no doubt this one took the cake. At first glance it was a normal Monday, taking off from work early (since he'd worked New Years), to go to a cafe and meet up with an old friend. Nothing new, and it'd be absolutely brilliant no doubt. Yet he was about to ask her out, now she knew it was coming--his plan had actually worked a lot better than he'd thought it would and was proud of that--but that didn't mean she might not change her mind.
Neville was a humble person, so he didn't put himself up on some sort of pedestal, he hardly was cocky in himself. He had confidence, no doubt, but there was a simple fact that Neville also understood some things. One thing he understood was that Ginny'd been through quite a lot of hell recently, she'd just essentially ended a lame duck relationship with Harry that was about as tumultous as you could get between two close friends and people Neville greatly respected. Each probably had their reasons, and it wasn't like they were actually 'dating', but he knew the actual reality of it being over had to be hard, especially on top of her parents' death so recently.
Neville was just worried about making Ginny feel awkward or uncomfortable, he'd begun to realize this morning at his desk, that his stuff prior to actually making it clear he was going to ask her out, might have made her feel like she had to say yes so as not to hurt him after telling him how 'great' he was. Had he guilted her into it? He didn't think so, she was far too strong willed and what not for that, but she was also going through a vulnerable time and probably needed someone there. He hoped he wasn't taking advantage of her, or what not. Perhaps she'd thought about it too, maybe she realized she wasn't interested in him in that way--which was fine. Sure it'd suck, but everyone had their outlooks and their desires, and he knew he wasn't some trophy for every woman out there--if any.
So now he was nervous, because even when he did ask her, and she said yes--would this anger Harry? Would it annoy Ron? What would she expect of him? He wasn't sure, but he also knew he had to just take a deep breath and go with it. Not everything could be planned, and a Gryffindor did not back down. He knew that she and he were friends, and even if this day did not work out the exact way he planned, or she planned, or if a possible dating relationship did not work... he knew it would affect their friendship. That much was certain, which made him feel that he was doing the right thing, following his gut. Or heart in this case.
He stepped through the doors into the white-laden cafe, the subtle yellows that touched the seams giving it a calm feeling as he moved to grab a menu. He wasn't exactly sure what Ginny would like, so he wouldn't dare risk orering for her, so instead took his seat and ran over what sorts of food they had. He did manage to order some scones to be ready, but saved the drinks for when she arrived.
He looked at himself in a window, making sure the black robes of his profession were straightened, and that he wasn't wearing any embarrasing marks on his person--and he wasn't, so he was essentially fine with it. Smirking he turned back for the menu and continued to scan over it.