Date: Saturday February 9 Time: about 5:30 pm Location: Leaky Cauldron then wherever Ron takes her Rating: PG Characters Involved: Hannah Abbott and Ron Weasley
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Ron chewed his food; it wasn't half bad. He noted that she was eating with delicate small bites, and he smiled at her polite manners. If anything, this girl was more reserved then he released. Every question was given a thoughtful answer; she didn't rush into her responses. He wondered if she ever joked around or cut loose at all. She was intriguing; he wanted to hear what she thought. He was curious about her life as a child.
"I can't imagine being a child without magic. I could do some myself, and my brothers were always mucking about it, on the sly of course. Your mum sounds like she was great."
He got quiet, and continued, "I heard about her death. I don't know if I ever got a chance to tell you how sorry I was to hear of it."
He didn't know what to ask her; he wanted to see if she was still missing her, but he thought that was a stupid, obvious question. He racked his brain, trying to think of a good thing to ask her about her mother.
"She must have been pretty special. How did she meet your dad? I mean...I get people meeting in school and getting married but when you don't go to school together, how does that happen?"
He hoped his question wasn't upsetting; he did want her to notice that he was genuinely interested in her.
The date was coming along a bit slower than any evening with Dean had gone. Partly because she was a bit nervous and partly because deep down she felt as if sitting here with Ron was the first step in closing the door that led to Dean. Normally she was a bit looser and talkative. Then again, she hadn't really gotten a chance to know Ron the way she had Dean.
"It wasn't that bad," she replied to Ron's musing, "a childhood without magic that is." She smiled slightly as she thought of the few stange occurances that came full circle once she knew about the magic. "Being kept in the dark about it helped. I'm sure I'd have hated not being allowed to use magic had I known. Still, I'm confident that my parents made the right decision."
His next question through her off guard. He wanted to know about how her parents had met. According to her father, they met at a coffee shop near his flat. According to her mother, they first met when the department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts called her up to help Obliviate a major issue in a London apartment complex. "Depends on which story you find more believable."
Ron smiled at her childhood comment. He paused, and then continued, "You know what Fred and George are like; do you think my mum could have stopped them from sneaking about, doing magic? My brothers are brilliant; I don't know if I could handle being from a smaller family. Most of my memories are defined by my sibs; the boys made my life a joy and a hell, as you can well imagine."
"So your parents have two versions of how they met? Interesting. Which one do you think sounds the best? Not the most believable, mind you, just the most interesting."
He smiled at her, feeling like he was seeing her for the first time; God, he thought as he leaned towards her, she was beautiful. He noted her hair, soft around her face. He watched her face and her eyes; his eyes were drawn to her lips and he had this brief flash of what it might be like to kiss her. He turned slightly pink at his own devilish thoughts. This was Hannah, his work friend. He shouldn't be mucking about, fantasizing about snogging her.
Hannah had often wondered what it would have been like to have siblings. Yet, she knew that she was very lucky to have been an only child. She'd been the center of her parent's world. Of course that had also made her the focus of all her father's worry upon Jillian's death.
"I believe them both actually," she stated about her parents. "If you combine the two they work very well together. Of course, I know that once you obliviate someone you can't tell them or they'd always wonder what you'd taken from their mind. Pop doesn't even know the spell exists. So Mum always agreed with his version, smiling sweetly while claiming he told it way better than she ever could."
She finished the last few bites from her plate and waited for their server to come check on them. She knew they'd ask about dessert and she didn't really want any right now. "What do you say we head on over to the show? Perhaps we can get something sweet afterwards."
Ron watched as the waiter came to their table, and he realized that the meal was over. He was eager for them to move onto the next part of the evening; the show was supposed to be one of the bests. The waiter asked if they wanted dessert and Ron grinned at Hannah, and they soon had the check. Ron payed with the Muggle cash he had gotten, and soon they were headed towards the door.
"I can't imagine being a child without magic. I could do some myself, and my brothers were always mucking about it, on the sly of course. Your mum sounds like she was great."
He got quiet, and continued, "I heard about her death. I don't know if I ever got a chance to tell you how sorry I was to hear of it."
He didn't know what to ask her; he wanted to see if she was still missing her, but he thought that was a stupid, obvious question. He racked his brain, trying to think of a good thing to ask her about her mother.
"She must have been pretty special. How did she meet your dad? I mean...I get people meeting in school and getting married but when you don't go to school together, how does that happen?"
He hoped his question wasn't upsetting; he did want her to notice that he was genuinely interested in her.
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"It wasn't that bad," she replied to Ron's musing, "a childhood without magic that is." She smiled slightly as she thought of the few stange occurances that came full circle once she knew about the magic. "Being kept in the dark about it helped. I'm sure I'd have hated not being allowed to use magic had I known. Still, I'm confident that my parents made the right decision."
His next question through her off guard. He wanted to know about how her parents had met. According to her father, they met at a coffee shop near his flat. According to her mother, they first met when the department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts called her up to help Obliviate a major issue in a London apartment complex. "Depends on which story you find more believable."
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"So your parents have two versions of how they met? Interesting. Which one do you think sounds the best? Not the most believable, mind you, just the most interesting."
He smiled at her, feeling like he was seeing her for the first time; God, he thought as he leaned towards her, she was beautiful. He noted her hair, soft around her face. He watched her face and her eyes; his eyes were drawn to her lips and he had this brief flash of what it might be like to kiss her. He turned slightly pink at his own devilish thoughts. This was Hannah, his work friend. He shouldn't be mucking about, fantasizing about snogging her.
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"I believe them both actually," she stated about her parents. "If you combine the two they work very well together. Of course, I know that once you obliviate someone you can't tell them or they'd always wonder what you'd taken from their mind. Pop doesn't even know the spell exists. So Mum always agreed with his version, smiling sweetly while claiming he told it way better than she ever could."
She finished the last few bites from her plate and waited for their server to come check on them. She knew they'd ask about dessert and she didn't really want any right now. "What do you say we head on over to the show? Perhaps we can get something sweet afterwards."
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Ron watched as the waiter came to their table, and he realized that the meal was over. He was eager for them to move onto the next part of the evening; the show was supposed to be one of the bests. The waiter asked if they wanted dessert and Ron grinned at Hannah, and they soon had the check. Ron payed with the Muggle cash he had gotten, and soon they were headed towards the door.
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