After his evening with Regulus, Jake found himself thinking about the mysterious and handsome wizard often and had totally forgot about his little interlude with Chris Creevey.
Until he got the owl from Chris, and when he read it Jake felt a terrible guilt. He was a Slytherin, but he wasn't a total arsehole either. Jake knew he couldn't lead the blonde on if his interests were elsewhere.
Chris,
No, I've never played billiards so it should prove to be an interesting evening. I assume you know of a place where you want to take me? How does this Saturday at 8 p.m. sound?