17 May 1985
Bridget and Florean didn't have dinner with her parents that often, but she figured they were long overdue for one and had invited him over to her house after he was finished work for the day. Hauling out one of her Quidditch magazines to read in the meanwhile, she waited for him to show.
Florean was running late. He raced home and took a shower before going over to Bridget's for dinner. He was always a little nervous when having dinner with her parents and definitely didn't want to look like he'd been at the shoppe all day. Straightening his clothes, he knocked on her door, hoping he wasn't too late.
Bridget instantly hopped to her feet. "I'll get it!" she called out.
"If that's Florean, he has good timin'-dinner is nearly up!" her mother called back from the kitchen.
Bridget grinned at him when she opened the door. "Don't worry, you're not late," she greeted him.
"That's a relief," Florean returned her grin. "Dinner almost ready?"
"Accordin' to Mam, yeah," she replied, quickly kissing him after she'd ushered him inside. "So we still have a few minutes to do whatever."
"Good," he looked relieved. "I was worried that I'd get a lecture or something!"
She shook her head. "Even if you were late, I don't think my parents would have mentioned it. They know you were at work!"
"Went home to get presentable," he told her with a grin, before stealing a kiss.
"You look great," she assured him.
"You're just saying that," he teased her.
"I promise I'm not!" Bridget said, leading him to the living room.
"I combed my hair and everything!" Florean told her proudly.
She giggled at that. "Makin' a special effort, are we?"
"Can't let then think I'm a slob now, can I?"
"Unless they see you first thing in the mornin', I doubt that'll ever happen," she teased him.
"Yeah, I doubt they'll ever see that," he grinned at her.
"I would definitely be in trouble if they did!"
"I'd be dead," he replied.
"...Yeah, quite possibly!" Bridget said.
"Just our little secret," he smiled.
"Speakin' of... Do you have to work tomorrow morning?"
Florean shook his head. "Just tomorrow night, why?"
"Would you possibly be interested in a sleepover tonight?"
He grinned. "I think I could be."
"Since I don't have practice until the afternoon..."
"Sounds like a perfect time for a sleepover!" Florean told her.
"My thoughts exactly! I get the best of everything tonight... Mam's food, alone time with you-"
"What more could you want?" He asked, moving his arm around her.
"If you could somehow work Quidditch into it, then I would be completely happy," Bridget replied, laughing.
"And ice cream?"
"...How did I possibly forget to mention that?!"
"Too distracted by the thought of the sleepover?" He teased.
"Apparently!" Bridget told him, blushing a little. "I mean, we haven't had one in a little while, so..."
"I know," Florean grinned, kissing her cheek. "I've missed those."
"Me, too. Obviously."
"You know what I wish we could do?" He asked in a whisper.
"What?" she whispered back.
"Sneak up to your room for a snog," he teased, whispering quietly into her ear.
"You know... maybe we could," Bridget replied.
"But your parents-"
"Are still occupied in the kitchen," she told him. "Mam!" she called out, raising her voice. "How much longer until dinner is ready?"
"About fifteen minutes!" was the response. "Your father helped himself to a lot of the potatoes and now I have to prepare more!"
Bridget turned to face Florean again, grinning. "I believe we might have a little bit of time?"
"Oh yeah?" He grinned.
"Come on, how many times have we snogged in my room?" Bridget asked, tugging him towards the stairs.
"Not enough," he said, letting her pull him upstairs.
"Maybe like, half a dozen times ever," Bridget replied, giggling. "Shame, really."
"Total shame," he agreed with a smirk.
"Thank Merlin it's just us in the house tonight!" Bridget opened the door to her room and led them inside.
"No siblings," he agreed.
"Probably the emptiest you've seen my house, yeah?"
"I think so," Florean said, making sure the door was shut behind them.
"Then we should make the most of the time now?" Bridget asked with a grin, before she leaned in to kiss him.
He pulled her close. "I guess we should," he murmured, kissing her again.
"Because who knows when this will happen again-"
"Exactly," he said, nudging her toward the bed.
Giggling a little again, Bridget sat down and tugged him along after after her. "This is brilliant," she murmured.
"Don't mess up my hair," he teased her.
"No promises!"
"I'll mess up yours," he teased, kissing her neck.
"That's okay, I'll just fix it before we have to go back downstairs..."
"Fix mine too?"
"I don't think that will be a problem!"
"Good," he grinned, kissing her on the mouth.
And that was the end of their conversation until they heard a "Dinner's ready!" shout from downstairs a few minutes later.
"I... guess that's our cue to go," Bridget muttered.
Florean groaned. "Damn," he muttered, rolling off of her.
"Mmm, one more," Bridget said, leaning in quickly.
"One more," Florean repeated pulling her back to him again.
"And we'll have to continue this later, back at your place," Bridget said as she sat up and straightened her clothes.
"You can guarantee that," Florean agreed, smoothing out his own clothes.
Bridget reached over and quickly fixed his hair, as well. "Otherwise it would be a pretty sad sleepover..."
"And boring," he said, smiling at her.
"Considerin' that is kind of what I look forward to the most, then yeah-"
Florean stole a quick kiss. "Am I dinner worthy now?" He asked.
"I think so," Bridget told him. "You don't have any lipgloss on you this time," she added, giggling.
"Good," he smiled, a little relieved. "Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be!"
"Good," he said, kissing her cheek.
Bridget took his hand in hers and led them back down the stairs. "Mmm, the food smells delicious!"
"I think my stomach is definitely growling now," Florean agreed with a grin.
"Especially since I'm pretty sure Mam made a couple of your favourite things!"
"Your mum is brilliant," he told her.
"She is, but I also might have given her a heads up," Bridget said with a grin.
"You're also brilliant," he said, kissing her cheek again.
"I do try," she replied, giggling as they entered the kitchen.
"My, someone's in a good mood tonight," Nola Tremlett greeted her daughter as she busied herself with putting plates on the table."And hello, Florean! It's good to see you again!"
"Nice to see you too," Florean smiled at his girlfriend's mother. "Everything smells wonderful!"
"We would have eaten earlier, but someone decided to help himself to all of the potatoes-" Nola raised her eyebrows at her husband.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talkin' about," he said easily, and finished setting out the food. "Well, don't just stand here, everyone- Food's gettin' cold just bein' here on the table."
"You don't have to tell me twice," Florean said with a salute, taking a seat.
Bridget was about to sit as well, and noticed there was something missing. "Drinks! We need drinks!" she realised.
"Oh! I can help!" Florean offered, getting up from his seat.
"Okay, glasses are up there," Bridget told him, indicating. She went to grab the pitchers her mother had prepared.
"Glasses up there," Florean echoed. He grabbed four glasses and carried them to the table.
"And your father already has his drink," Nola said wryly, nodding to the whiskey bottle on the counter.
"I put in a good day's work. I think I deserve one." he said in defense.
"Three glasses!" Florean replied, putting one back.
"Did you want somethin' like that, too?" Bridget asked him. "There's lots here-"
"Uh-" Florean cut his eyes toward her parents, unsure how to answer.
"It's okay, it's allowed," Nola assured him, laughing.
"I'll-," Florean paused. "I'll have whatever you're having," he told Bridget.
She grinned. "Pumpkin juice, then?"
"Pumpkin juice," he nodded with a smile.
"Well, you can't say I didn't offer!"
"Maybe later," he replied, playing it safe.
"Maybe later," Bridget echoed, as they sat back down and started to eat.