Delilah frowned slightly. "Are you saying that you've been waiting for a whiiiile?" In the cold? OH. The girl bit her lip, not sure what to say.. Uh. She brushed a few strands of hair away from her face nervously when he draped his jacket around her. "Thanks." She finally said with a smile. "And.. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He should have been the one complaining, to be honest.

... She had a sassy reply ready but decided to remain quiet. Yeah, no. That would have been weird and silly. "I'll have a butterbeer."

Mitchell shrugged not wanting to say exactly how long he'd been waiting. "It's not a big deal. I know how girls are." Not that he expected Delilah to be late because she had to find the perfect outfit. He'd be incredibly flattered, yes. But she made it clear that she wasn't interested in him like that.

Which was a shame.

He looked around after she said she wanted a butterbeer. "You might have to settle for juice or tea... or coffee. It looks like there's some of that here too." He didn't see anyone with a butterbeer though.

He glanced at one of the other tables. "That ice cream sundae looks good. You wanna split one?"

I know how girls are.

".... What is that supposed to mean?" And yes, she noticed that he avoided her earlier question. Weeeeird. Delilah's curious grey-blue eyes just eyed him for a moment but remained quiet. She'd find out about that later. Mhm.

Tea or coffee.. UH. As much as she loved coffee, Delilah would rather have a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Sounded nice, yeah? But then, Mitchie suggested an ice-cream sundae.

"I guess..... I'm always up for an ice-cream." She said, with a grin and a small wink.

Minerva watched Ethan for a moment as he scanned the room. Then smiled at his words. This place held something very special. Dates, weekends through out their time at school and her glitter of sun last term when she knew she'd get to see him. Being stuck at the castle without him for the entire term had been hard, but she got through it. "It's perfect really. I think this should be some sort of Valentines tradition really. Go back to a place that holds many memories." Last Valentines Day ran through her mind and she couldn't help but smile. Taking his hand she squeezed it. "I love you."

She had said those words so many times, but they still meant so much to her to say them. She nodded in agreement, "You're right. It seems more like a senior citizen day or something. Maybe they had a special for people over seventy." The wizarding world probably had many elderly on budgets so that would be nice of them to do. She chuckled and squeezed his hand again, []b "I wouldn't mind that either."[/b] She loved her Ethan time and it seemed far and few in between these days. So being out to even just dinner on this special day was a nice treat.

"Though I do want to spend some time with my precious little Valentine later as well." She had been with Gunnar all day, but she loved being with him. So of course she wanted to be with both her guys during this holiday, but for now it was nice just the two of them. Looking down at the menu she tried to figure out what she might want. "What are you getting?" Tea was a must, but food wise she just wasn't sure.

"My older sister is your age." Mitchell said with a shrug. Meaning, he saw the private life of a girl getting ready to go out. He knew it took effort. "It's not a bad thing."

"Cool. I can order us one." he said with a nod. As soon as he figured out how to order anyway. Was someone supposed to come around? "Anything else you want?" Since they should probably decide that before signaling someone over.

"Oh. And are you feeling any warmer?" Hopefully?

She didn't go to Hogwarts? Where did this girl GO then? Hmm. "Who's your cousin?" he asked, just out of curiosity. He needed to know who he had to talk to about having a CRAZY extended family.

And why was she saving his name like that? He wrinkled one of his silvery gray eyebrows and shrugged. "Terrible, pretty much. And I don't know if I'm going to die...possibly," he said, crossing his arms and glaring. How RUDE to ask someone if they were going to die! Nevermind the fact that HE had brought up the fact that he might be dying, but that was beside the point...

BLINK.

Delilah just stared at him for a moment before she realised what he was talking about. "I wasn't late because it took me time to get ready. Do you see me wearing make-up?" 'Cause she generally didn't like getting all pretty for someone. Especially since she was nice-looking already ahem. And, this wasn't a date..... WAIT. NO. It wasn't. Did Mitch think it was!?

"No.. No. Just a sundae would be." Delilah said, still eyeing him suspiciously. The girl was slightly worried now..

HUH? Was he feeling warm? She nodded a small smile, pulling the jacket closer around her. "Yes. Thank you, Mitch."

Mitchell blinked at the sudden defensiveness. "I just meant... she spent forever looking at clothes to go to the grocery store." Which was apparently offensive? Whoops.

He nodded and looked around again to see if there was anything else he wanted.

"Yeah. No problem." he said. About the jacket thing. He was fine now that they were inside.

Ethan glanced down at their hands as he felt her hand in his, then looked up and smiled at her as she squeezed it. "I think that's a great idea," he said, agreeing to the thought of making it a tradition. "This place does hold a lot of good memories." All of their Valentine's Days together had been memorable for one reason or another (though he tried to not let a certain one come to his mind at all) and, though they couldn't go back to one of the places that was special, this one held meaningful memories as well. He wouldn't mind at all to make this a yearly thing. Or at least try to. "I love you too," he grinned.

Without really looking around too much, Ethan allowed his eyes to glance at a couple of the tables nearby. He hadn't really thought about it before, but then again he was really only here when it was a school weekend which this clearly wasn't. There had to be a lot of older witches and wizards that lived around here and of course they'd want to celebrate a day like today too. "Yeah, I bet you're right. That would make good sense for a place like this when kids aren't here to draw the business." They'd have to cater to the locals somehow. Looking back at her, he grinned again. Maybe it was better this way, they could just enjoy their day alone together.

"That is a given," he smiled, thinking of Gunnar in the cute little onesie he had gotten him. He didn't get to spend all that much time with him today, spending most of it at work, then coming here afterwards. They wouldn't be out that long, though he did want to make the most of their time here. At her question, he glanced at the menu again. He remembered that they didn't have a whole lot of dinners here. It seemed more suitable for lunches and snacks, but that was alright with him. It was the location more than the selection. "I think I'm going to have a Bacon Buttie and a fruit salad. Maybe some dessert too.." But that much he hadn't decided on yet..

"West Odessa." Did she need to explaaaain who he was? Ruby doubted it. She fluffed her hair again and then staaaared in fascination at the poor dying old!boy.

Was he rich?

Did he have a will?

Her mum always did say it was never too early to start thinking about her future.

"That is soooo horrible and tragic!" Definitely tragic. Ruby had her sympathy face on and she was enjoying the drama of it. "You should totally write to one of those Make a Wish Foundation things and totally milk it, see if they'll give you all the stuff that you want."

Like, before he died.

For Bre :3!
 

Kace was ready to go on his first actual date. This was his first real date with Emmy and he didn't want to mess this up. He would be lying if he wasn't a little nervous. I mean he had a crush on her since the moment he saw her. It was an instant connection they had.

He hoped he dressed alright for the occasion. He even picked out the place since it seemed a little romantic. Once he came in, he noticed it was a little full. He managed to find a seat and he waited for his girl patiently.

Emmylou felt like she was super late. The blonde didn't want to be late to her very first real date with her boyfriend. Emmy was nervous and she knew it, she had forgotten her coat. It was cold and her heels were to tall which was making her late by her walking slow. Emmy just wanted to look perfect for Kace. Her roommates had done her make up and they also curled her long blonde hair.

This date was very important to her no only was it her first real date but it was with someone that she has a massive crush on. Emmylou wanted into the place that Kace had told her about, she walked kind of slowly to make sure she didn't fall. Emmy looked around for Kace. Her blue eye traced the whole place until they spotted him. Emmy made her way over to him. Emmy smiled brightly. "I'm sorry I'm late." she blushed and ran her fingers through her curls nervously.

Kace checked his watch and then noticed Emmylou came in. He smiled and was glad she came in. At least she apologized for being late. "Oh it is fine, you look beautiful..." he said kissing her cheek. He really loved her dress. He seemed underdressed compared to her.

He pulled out the chair for her to sit..."After you mademoiselle..." he smiled and after she sat down, he sat down in his own chair. "Now let's decided what we are gonna eat.." he smirked.

Emmylou didn't really know if she liked being taller, maybe if she had just picked out shoes that for an inch or two shorter she wouldn't be bothered by it in her head. Emmy felt her cheeks turn pink. Emmy gave him a hug. Ahhh, the heat. It felt so good to feel warmth. How could she be so stupid to forget her coat? "You look very handsome." Emmy smiled and blushed some more.

Emmy walked over near the chair, making sure that she kept her arm in reach of Kace just in case she fell. Emmy took a seat in her chair and hung her tan bag on the chair. "Why thank you, monsieur." she smiled at him. "So...what's on the menu?"

Kace smiled and replied, "Oh why thank you. But i think you stand out the most as it should be." She really did in her dress. He smiled and kissed her softly. How lucky was he to get a girl like this? She even saw her blushing some more and he grinned at that. He nodded when and then heard her question.

"Well i am thinking of getting a fruit salad and then possibly get an ice cream sundae to share?" he suggested still skimming the menu. "What do you think?" he asked being one hundered percent sure.

Emmy was pretty sure that her whole face was bright red. Emmylou covered her cheeks and smiled looking at the ground. She honestly had never known anyone that could make her feel this way and she was pretty sure that no one could ever make her feel this way either. Emmy looked back up at him. "Thank you." she said smiling up at him and kissed him back.

Emmy looked through the menu. "Mmm...sharing a sundae and some fruit sound really good right now." Emmy set the menu down and just gazed at Kace.

"No problem..." he smiled when she kissed him back. He never felt this way before about anyone. She just bring the romantic side out of him. He feels he could trust her plus he broke the barrier of his cooking skills. So that was a plus.

As he was thinking, he saw her go through the menu. He heard she agreed with the idea. "I like that we think along the same page. So i shall get that. What drink do you think we can share?" he asked her.

"A Will. A Last Will and Testament. Its like a letter that says who you're leaving all your belongings and money to if you die." She informed him. IT was very sensible really.

Oh this boy played Quidditch? How though if he was so old and near death? He must have been REALLY good normally to still be good enough to play when he was practically on his deathbed.

"Oh, well then you know him. He's alright sometimes." Shrug. Mostly. Who cared though? He got so moooooooooooody a lot of the time. "He's mean too though." Totally. "Punched my arm at Christmas."

And she hadn't done anything wrong.

This feeling that felt every time she was near him killed but in a good way. Emmylou wondered if this is how her parents felt for one another? To feel that everyday must be amazing for them because it was for her. She was smiling but it felt like she was always smiling ever since she met Kace. Truth be told Emmy didn't even know she was the romantic type.

Emmy looked over at him. "You know I've never known anyone that has so much in common with me either. You choose what we drink?" She beamed at him.

Kace smiled and knew she would say that. "Ermm how about we drink pumpkin juice?" he suggested. He really loved the drink. "I was also thinking we could do the two straw thing in one cup." he smiled and laced his fingers with hers. He starred at her and couldn't help but admire her beauty. "How did i get so lucky.." he said out loud.

Pumpkin juice? EEEEEPPPP! That was Emmy's favorite! Emmy half flailed. "Yes, please. That's my favorite!" She loved how much they had in common. Emmy was just awe of how perfect he was, well to her he was perfect and she wanted to make sure that she said it over and over again...even if it was just a reply in her head. "That sounds romantic." She smiled at him and watched as he laced his fingers with her. She gave his hand a little squeeze. "You know I was wondering that about myself." She let out a little giggle.

Alright now this was getting too crazy. They were all liking the same exact things. He smiled and chuckled. "I think this is getting insane that we are all liking the EXACT same things. I mean nothing wrong with it. It will be easy to go shopping for us." he joked with her.

He was glad she liked his idea. "I am glad you think so..." he smiled and held her hand up and kissed it. He squeezed her hand back too. "Well at least i am not the only one. I think we just got really really lucky is all or fate was on our side." he winked.

Hmm. That was a good idea. Caleb didn't want all his stuff going to Sophie if he died, which he was certain would happen. For example, Beans would NOT be a good pet for Sophie and would probably end up being kneazle food. He needed to assure his pet was well taken care of!

"I dunno, I'm being optimistic by NOT writing one," he explained with a nod. Yeah, THAT was the reason why.

"Are you sure you didn't deserve it?" he said, raising an eyebrow. He wouldn't be surprised if she had - he'd only known her for a few minutes and already liked West a LOT more than her.

"Optimistic? But just look at you. You really should write one, even just to be prepared." Obviously. And this advice was FREE by the way Caleb. Goodness of her heart and everything.

"I'm a girl, and he's like WAY older, he shouldn't be punching me or anyone." She fluffed her hair and protested THAT accusation.

Never mind that she'd spilled a whole bottle of purple nail polish all over his bedspread. Never mind that.