speed dating; open
Rowan had told his mother about being cornered into speed dating and, of course, she had told him to wear nice clothes. His parents had never pressured him about getting married, but it was always kind of hanging in the background at one side of his family functions. Half-blood or not, he was still a Rosier and his grandmother always insisted he needed to meet someone nice and fall in love. Naturally, it was always implied he should fall in love with a pureblood, as if that would rectify the fact that his mother was a muggleborn or that he was a half-blood. At least she didn’t harp on him marrying a woman, he supposed.
He cleared his throat. He was good at flirting, but this was a bit of an awkward situation. So, he said the first thing on his mind as he spotted some bumper cars in the distance. “My grandfather fixes cars for a living and as a teenager, I kind of went on a joy ride. He’s a muggle so I thought I could get away with fixing the damage, but he caught me. But I did make it to Disneyland first.”
