<div class="floatleft">(https://www.thoughtco.com/thmb/EXwmLQ0O3khWz2mHbRB3RCAlYXc=/650x393/filters:no_upscale():max_bytes(150000):strip_icc()/Henry-Cavill-Man-of-Steel-56f015bc5f9b5867a1c57978.jpg)</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 blue buttoned shirt and his best pair of jeans, a rough green jacket with a little wear and tear<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>  Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Three Broomsticks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Turned my whole world upside down...<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Eric Clapton - Layla (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WUdlaLWSVM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Michael was glad that no matter how shy he felt he could tell Juliette was the same way. He couldn't help but grinning wide, his jaw chattering a few times and the odd laugh escaping his lips at the amusing situation they'd both found themselves in. It was a rare opportunity to totally lay back, and he was never much good at acting suave at the best of times. He much preferred this honesty.<br/><br/>"They are!" He replied quickly, always happy to sing the praises of Hogsmeade's classic drink. Though not a party animal by any means Michael enjoyed a few drinks, and he would always say Butterbeer was one of his favourites. It had a unique taste that he was hoping she'd enjoy. It wasn't quite the glass of wine she said she appreciated, but it had its own appeal. He felt a sense of appreciation when she thanked the server. It was often rare, and it was a quality he had admiration for.<br/><br/>"Cheers!" He enthused as he picked up his own glass and lightly clinked it against hers. With a nod he added to her cheer. "To us." He spoke with a grin. Hopefully that wasn't too much. So far it seemed she was as content with slightly hopeless, adorable romantics as he was. He didn't feel like pretending his feelings were any less than they were, regardless. There was little point in that.<br/><br/>Michael joined Juliette in taking a sip, though his was a little deeper. He came up with a similar bubbly froth on his lips, smiling at the way she licked hers with a giggle. She was very sweet and endearing, almost effortlessly so. But she combined that with a sense of grace that truly drew him in. It took a few moments before he was back in the real world, zoning out and gazing at her before blinking and changing his blank expression for a beam of approval. "I'm glad you like it!" He took another hearty sip, setting his mug down lightly. Some time had passed since his last date, and he wasn't quite sure what to talk about. Food would be next, perhaps that was a good idea. "So, Juliette." He continued, a happy look in his eyes. "What do you most like to eat?" He asked before they ordered. There was so much he had to learn about this woman, and he was deeply curious.