She wasn't really all that hungry, to be perfectly honest. But she'd bought this date and she might as well use it - and besides, the portkey was already booked and she was actually really looking forward to having baclava at the end of her meal. Baclava was the only Romanian food item Madeline knew and knew well. Oh, that and vin - but the latter didn't count, being that it was fairly universal - in her opinion. She was fairly sure even aliens had wine stashed in their spaceships, and if they didn't, then she'd vote it be the first item offered as a peace offering if they ever decided to invade earth.
Madeline had been up way too late last night watching reruns of Doctor Who on her parents' television. She had bags under her eyes which she covered up with concealer - the kind she'd picked up from a stall in Diagon Alley. Sure, wizards and their magic weren't always trustworthy in her opinion, but at least when they did something right, it worked wonders. You couldn't even notice the dark circles now. She was dressed in a new pair of robes, more for personal pride than anything else. She wasn't going to skip off anywhere dressed in shabby garnments just because the person she was going with she wasn't overly fond of.
"Hi," was her slightly cold greeting. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and tucked back an errant lock of hair nervously. Now would be a good time for a smoke.