Who: Megan Jones, Padrig Cadwallader When: New Year's Eve Where: A Restaurant in Muggle London and then the roof of his building. What: New Year's Celebrations Rating: PG-13. Warnings: Cuteness
Dinner had been going well even though the restaurant was crowded with it being New Year's Eve and all. He'd chosen a little place he'd been to once before. Sort of a brasserie, not too haute cuisine, but nice, and with the festive New Year's crowd all dressed up and fairy lights strung around, it made him feel more than a little overwhelmed and nervous. Still, it was comforting being here with Megan, even though it was a little strange too.
When he'd come to pick her up, he'd been a bit speechless for a moment, because she looked... really pretty. Not that he didn't know Megan was pretty, but it was one thing to casually observe it as a friend and another entirely to really start realizing it for what it was.
The date... and it wasn't quite one, but it wasn't quite not one either, hadn't been like the few others he'd been on before Marietta. There weren't awkward silences. The two of them could usually find something to talk about, even if it was just to poke fun at other diners or talk about the menu. And when there were silences, that was alright, he didn't feel he had to say everything every second. Yes, he still did his own little odd things, like carefully arranging his food on his plate before eating it, and making certain his silver was lined up. But Megan already knew that about him, and if it bothered her, she never made him aware of that fact.
Just now they'd finished their entrees and were considering a dessert cart they'd seen passing by but always just out of reach.
"We could summon it," he said, his eyes meeting hers and his lips curving up at one corner. "Think that's in violation of some rule or other though."