Just as a response to that anon, too, according to hp wiki, we don't know if Idris Oakby was a squib or not? I'm not sure if the rp plot has defined that but I just wanted to point it out!
Thank you! We’ve realized now that this wasn’t something we publicly addressed or characterized before now, but the three of us have been operating under the assumption that Idris was/is a Squib herself, so we’ll take this as an opportunity to make that public knowledge. Thanks for allowing us the chance to clarify! Apologies for not releasing that information sooner.
Five Four times Della swears it’s not a date, and the one time that maybe it is.
i.
Going to Hogsmeade together, that wasn’t a date, was it? Sure, some people went on dates to Hogsmeade when they had Hogsmeade weekends, but when she asked Harper to join her, it wasn’t a date. It was as friends. Harper was her friend.
And oh how glad she was that Harper was her friend. She really was so extremely glad that Harper had said that she would go with Della to Hogsmeade on a not date. It wasn’t a date, was it?
And yet as they sat in the Three Broomsticks and shared Butterbeer, maybe... no. It wasn’t a date.
ii.
Della took everyone to her spot by the lake. That’s what she did. She enjoyed bringing people to look at the water and make daisy crowns and skip rocks and have conversation, and Harper was no exception. In fact, Harper was lovely to sit and talk with and skip rocks. She was so nice about it.
Never mind the fact that one of her dormmates had asked her before she left if she and Harper Diggle were going on a date. It wasn’t a date, of course not, they were going to the lake because they were friends and not because Della wanted to have long conversations with her on how muggle cellphones worked and just how she got her hair so straight all the time.
iii.
New Years was the most fun Della had had in a long time. Harper really was a wonderful girl. She always seemed to have the most wonderful things to talk about all the time. Like there was a never ending fountain in her brain that couldn’t be shut off if she had tried. Della admired that. It really was rather refreshing.
Dancing with Harper Diggle on New Years Eve must be up there in the top ten moments of Della’s life, she’s sure of it. But it wasn’t a date. Dates are different, not like that, but Della thought that maybe if it was a date she may not have minded it so much, if that’s what it meant to go on dates. But it wasn’t a date.
iv.
The fair had been amazing. There were candy apples and caramel corn, games and rides. Not to mention the fact that she got to ride the Ferris Wheel for the first time with a girl who was slowly becoming more and more of Della’s best friend.
She had been so content sitting up at the top of the stopped Ferris Wheel with the sun setting and Harper right next to her. She had read in books that a situation like that was something that most people considered to be the ending of a perfect date. But it hadn’t been a date. Had it?
♫
"Right, are you coming then?” Della asked as she finished tying back the braid in her hair, leaving the red locks in a tight crown braid wrapped around her head.
It had taken her a little while to convince Harper, but her face had lit up in a smile when the girl agreed to stargaze with her on the weekend when they wouldn’t have to worry about prefects getting too mad at them for being out after hours.
“Wonderful,” she had said to Harper with a grin, “It’s a date then.”
