RP: Be mine? Who: Atlas and Minerva When: October 30, 2024 Where: Fancy restaurant, perhaps a park, his place? Summary: It's date time! Warnings: We shall see Status: incomplete
"Don't expect me home early, boy," Atlas said with a grin to Octavius, scratching the dog behind the ears as he tucked his shirt in. It was just about time for him to go pick Minerva up, and he was glad nerves hadn't gotten the best of him. He'd gone out and finally gotten the flowers he had been agonizing over, daisies and roses for loyalty and passion. And his registration card was in the wallet in his pocket.
Now all he had left to do was go pick her up. After an approving "Woof!" from Oc, he grinned and apparated away bouquet in hand.
He appeared on Minerva's front step and took a deep breath before knocking. He hoped either she or her elf would answer, and not one of her parents. The last thing he needed was to meet her parents. He hadn't prepared for that.