Date: 14 September, 1997. Characters: Kenneth Towler and Patricia Stimpson. Location: Leaky Cauldron, then a bistro. Private/semi-private/public: Semi-private. Summary: It's Kenneth's birthday, not that he ever mentioned that. Boys are confusing. Status: Complete.
Kenneth arrived at the Leaky Cauldron early in preparation for his dinner with Patricia. He tried to suppress the feeling that all of his years of passively pursuing her (if you could consider pining and daydreaming 'pursuing') were leading up to this point. He'd asked her to dinner, and she'd said yes. If he'd known it would have been that simple, he'd probably have done it years ago. Or maybe not years ago, but definately sooner than this. He was feeling cheery and hopeful. He couldn't think of any better way to spend his 21st birthday.
Kenneth, dressed sharply and clutching a small bouquet of wildflowers under one arm, waited near the bar, completely forgetting about the butterbeer he'd ordered. It sat turning room temperature between his fingers, foam slowly dissipating.