Roland had seen Emma around the school over the past few months. He’d been jittery in her presence, trying to figure out how to talk to her. Every time he got near he ended up walking in the opposite direction. He couldn’t count the number of times Doe had teased him about it. He was trying. He really was! She was just so pretty and he thought she’d never speak to him. Finally, one morning after potions class, he finally knocked up enough courage to stop her in the hallway and ask her on a proper date. He didn’t know what he was doing but he knew he wanted to spend time with her. Much to his surprise, she’d said yes.
So he’d ran to Lily immediately, asking her for advice on what to do. ‘Take her to the Black Lake! Get some food from the kitchens.“ She’d said, and he followed her advice probably a bit too well. By the time he was done in kitchens the next evening, he was lugging two baskets full of food. He was certain that was entirely too much. On top of one of the baskets he had a blanket and wrapped inside was a bottle of goblin wine that he’d knicked from Slughorn’s office. He made it safely to the edge of the lake, laying out the blanket with great care.
He’d been developing his magic over the past few years, working on spells from his grandfather’s collection, and was incredibly grateful for them. From one of the books, he’d learned how to create roses that burst into showering stars upon contact, without injury to the holder. Those were sitting in a vase in the center of the red blanket, surrounded by sandwiches and muffins. There were all kinds of fruits and puddings as well. He fidgeted with his shirt, nerves all over again, while he waited for her and hoped she’d show.
Honestly, he felt a little sick to his stomach, but he chalked that down to the fact that this was the first time he’d ever asked a girl on a date. Especially since she was the prettiest girl in school. At least, he thought she was. Roland cared naught for other people’s opinions, as he’d learned quite quickly that some of the students his friends disliked were actually pretty decent people. Except for that Amycus bloke that had graduated. He was glad to see him gone. He reached for the wine, and balanced two goblets carefully, watching as the red liquid filled the cups.
Emma had spent most of her time setting people up on dates, hand picking who would work together and who wouldn’t. She would give people advice, give them a little push here and a little push there. And when she wasn’t doing that, she was out on the quidditch pitch playing chaser and being team captain. She had noticed Roland in the hall, his shaggy brown hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. He kept popping up everywhere she went and it made her curious. She was usually so busy hooking up other people that she hadn’t even thought about herself. They shared a couple classes together and she couldn’t help but stare at him. She liked the way he looked but also she was thinking if he could be a good match for her.
When he finally asked her out after class one day, she had looked at him with her bright brown eyes and a smile on her face and said yes. Emma had taken her time getting ready for the date, changing her outfit more than once. She ran her hand through her black hair, frowning at herself in her mirror. Since when did she second guess outfits? She was so confident with making other people happy, that she felt a little off put in her own love life. She brushed at her skirt, pulled the arms of her sweater up slightly, and fixed the head band in her hair. Emma ran a finger over the pearls around her neck and shifted onto the balls of her feet.
Emma made her way down to the black lake, rubbing her cherry red lips together and pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She felt butterflies and it threw her for a loop. She’d never been nervous about anything, is this how everyone felt going on dates? Making her way down the sloping grass to the lake, she spotted him. He was laying on a blanket spread with a bunch of delicious food and the most beautiful roses she had ever seen. He was pouring wine as she walked up to the blanket, smiling at everything he had prepared for them. As far as first dates went, she was throughly impressed. “Hi Roland.” She spoke softly, again running her hand nervously over her necklace. She sat down next to him, her stomach growling hungrily at all the food and she flushed. “This is amazing.” Emma looked at him, her eyes grazing over his face.
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