February 14th, 1891 — The Black Lake, Hogsmeade
There was nothing about St. Valentine's day that Charles liked but he'd had the luxury of being neutral about it up until now. He'd never acknowledged the date with Noelle and he'd liked to have continued doing so but Miss Lestrange would probably take it as a snub and he simply couldn't have that. For a fleeting moment he had also considered using the pre-existing forced romanticism of the day to propose but then he realized he'd rather die than sacrifice his masculinity and self-respect to become the greatest living cliche in wizarding Britain.
He had gotten her a nice gift though and it was jewelry, although he realized afterwards that earrings were perhaps a poor choice because the box was roughly the same size as that of a ring. At that point it was too late, however, and whilst he could return them what could he swap them for? A necklace seemed like too much and a bracelet probably wasn't much better than the earrings. Resigned to risk it with the earrings, he decided he would have to balance out the suspiciously ring-sized box with a very underwhelming backdrop that would convince Miss Lestrange that it wouldn't be the scene of his proposal to her.
Padmore Park was too 'romantic' and would probably be heaving anyway, a formal indoor occasion was too risky, but the Black Lake? Now that probably wouldn't be densely populated and if he was lucky the weather might even be unpleasant. What if it was too unromantic though?
Damn it all something was better than nothing! It would do. At least once he'd proposed none of this would be an issue. No, no it wouldn't do, it was sloppy and almost as bad as ignoring the occasion. A brisk walk by the lake and then lunch somewhere? If he presented her with the gift by the lake then she could have no reason to suppose he was about to propose over lunch. Once he'd finally settled on his plan and made a reservation he sent her an invitation and then there could be no going back.
Now that the day had arrived he had a slew of mixed feelings and the earrings were burning an ominous hole in his pocket, figuratively speaking as they were most definitely not cursed. In his one hand Charles held a modest bouquet of (mostly) lilies while the other loitered uncomfortably near the aforementioned pocket. He was sure enough that he remembered her preference for lilies correctly but not sure enough that he wasn't deeply concerned that he was about to brandish unwelcome funeral flowers at her and set a poor tone for the rest of the day. "Good morning, Miss Lestrange, you look very fine today." Resplendent would be his word at choice if he wanted to seem like a chump, although he'd absolutely be an honest chump. "These are, of course, for you." He held the bouquet out for her to appreciate and - hopefully - take from him.
@"Tatiana Lestrange"
He had gotten her a nice gift though and it was jewelry, although he realized afterwards that earrings were perhaps a poor choice because the box was roughly the same size as that of a ring. At that point it was too late, however, and whilst he could return them what could he swap them for? A necklace seemed like too much and a bracelet probably wasn't much better than the earrings. Resigned to risk it with the earrings, he decided he would have to balance out the suspiciously ring-sized box with a very underwhelming backdrop that would convince Miss Lestrange that it wouldn't be the scene of his proposal to her.
Padmore Park was too 'romantic' and would probably be heaving anyway, a formal indoor occasion was too risky, but the Black Lake? Now that probably wouldn't be densely populated and if he was lucky the weather might even be unpleasant. What if it was too unromantic though?
Damn it all something was better than nothing! It would do. At least once he'd proposed none of this would be an issue. No, no it wouldn't do, it was sloppy and almost as bad as ignoring the occasion. A brisk walk by the lake and then lunch somewhere? If he presented her with the gift by the lake then she could have no reason to suppose he was about to propose over lunch. Once he'd finally settled on his plan and made a reservation he sent her an invitation and then there could be no going back.
Now that the day had arrived he had a slew of mixed feelings and the earrings were burning an ominous hole in his pocket, figuratively speaking as they were most definitely not cursed. In his one hand Charles held a modest bouquet of (mostly) lilies while the other loitered uncomfortably near the aforementioned pocket. He was sure enough that he remembered her preference for lilies correctly but not sure enough that he wasn't deeply concerned that he was about to brandish unwelcome funeral flowers at her and set a poor tone for the rest of the day. "Good morning, Miss Lestrange, you look very fine today." Resplendent would be his word at choice if he wanted to seem like a chump, although he'd absolutely be an honest chump. "These are, of course, for you." He held the bouquet out for her to appreciate and - hopefully - take from him.
