<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A pair of black swimming trunks<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>  Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Michael was glad to notice she seemed to share his smile. At least they agreed on one thing. The party would have been an easy option for something to do, but it seemed as though neither of them would've had a good evening there. Or as good as they could have with one another's company. He already got the picture he'd enjoy an evening just about anywhere if she was there.<br/><br/>He was glad she didn't judge him for his blushing, or his brief stumbling over words. If anything his nervousness was only met with a reassuring smile, and it kept him feeling a great deal of optimism. He nodded along with her assertion that it sounded lovely. He couldn't choose whether to focus on her beautiful hair, still lit by the afternoon sun, or her enchanting smile that seemed to be inexplicably bright.<br/><br/>He was very reassured when she responded soon. Michael was no good at guessing games and preferred blunt honesty even when it caused him to be a little awkward at times. He supposed he never understood this games because he had always lacked the heart to play them himself. It was almost hard to believe that she wanted to, though it fit perfectly with their exchange so far. He would love the evening too.<br/><br/>He gave a slight nod at the suggestion of meeting somewhere, and let his mind wander when she questioned where he'd spend the evening. He hoped she wouldn't be a woman of especially exquisite tastes. She seemed to have an air of sophistication about her that Michael often felt he lacked. Polite, maybe, but Michael always knew he could be rough around the edges. He didn't fit in well with anything approaching high society.<br/><br/>The Three Broomsticks was his best suggestion. It was a lot nicer than the Hog's Head, and easy enough to get to. A more private feeling than the halls of Hogwarts while being less forward than an invitation to his room. There was always the room of requirement, but then again. The tops of his ears and his cheeks almost threatened to singe him. Michael did not want to risk finding out what that room might have turned into. Hogsmeade was the best choice, so far as he could tell.<br/><br/>Hoping he'd not been quiet too long as he mulled it over Michael spoke up. "There's a lovely pub in Hogsmeade. It's not a proper restaurant." He warned, feeling he should be clear. "But it has nice food, nice enough drinks and a calm feeling to it." He finished up. "The Three Broomsticks." He'd only realised he'd forgotten to mention the name after explaining why he'd suggested it. As he did Michael twirled his wand between his fingers. He needed to dry himself off, the wetness of the lake seeping into his shirt and causing it to stick to his body, but he was too focused on planning their evening.