PUNCH BOWL
Nodding with enthusiasm, he got their drinks and tried to be extra cautious so that the little cups wouldn't drip and get on her dress. That dress... his eyes kept returning to it whenever he rejoined her, at least until he snapped out of it and handed her a cup with shockingly pink liquid. Today he'd actually matched her attire fairly well, preferring a muggle-style button-down red shirt over black trousers. It was nothing terribly fancy, but it did the job and fell in the spirits of the holiday. He'd even temporarily charmed his vision with a little trick that Madam Pomfrey had once shown him when he shattered his glasses during a Quidditch match. Today he would be able to see Lily clearly through his own power; oh, did he like what he saw. He was so caught up in his reverie of her beauty that he didn't think to drink his own punch.
It took an accidental shove from a student behind him to jolt him out of his musings. He'd managed to save most of the punch as well as his outfit, leaning forward to avoid the spill. With an exasperated sigh, he accepted the quick apology and turned to Lily, giving her an unsure look. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass her on their very first date together. Questioningly, he offered, "D'you think you'd like to dance? It feels a little crowded here." A glance at the dance floor revealed that it wasn't yet filling up since it was still early in the evening.