Proposition - Faye

little miss faye

with an upcoming transfiguration test coming up, faye was spending most of her time in the library this week. of course, that wasn't to say that she didn't regularly spend a lot of time in the library, because she most definitely did. but she really did enjoy learning about transfiguration, and she may or may not have already read ahead in the required text. what could she say? she was an overachiever, after all.

being disrupted while studying in the library was a rare occurence for faye. she didn't have any friends she could think of that would do such a thing. so when she heard the telltale sound of someone taking a seat next to her and clearing their throat, faye looked up in surprise. most people avoided faye like the plague when she was studying, mostly because she looked so intense and enamored with whatever it was she was reading. she really didn't give off any sort of friendly, approachable vibes while doing so.

the blonde was pleasantly surprised to find one george weasley sitting there. confused, she quickly glanced around for his twin, who she was sure had to be following after him, but that didn't seem to be the case today. "hello george," she smiled a bit, still clearly confused as to why he - of all people - was talking to someone like her, "can i help you with something?"

it must be some sort of prank, faye thought. the twins were notorious for them, after all. either he was looking to directly prank faye right now, or he was going to build up to a prank, or maybe he even wanted help for a prank. whatever the case was, faye thought it only polite to close her book and give the red-headed boy her full attention.

little miss faye

faye easily picked up on his uneasiness - mostly because she felt the exact same way almost every single day of her life. in what she hoped would be comforting, she offered the redhead a soft smile, willing him to continue. she had no idea what could sort of question would make him hesitate so much, so she did her best to be patient. the few minutes of silence between them was a bit awkward, but faye could see that george was clearly thinking about what he was going to say.

finally, when he asked his question, faye chuckled a bit solely because of how awkward but adorable it had been. but then the meaning of the words actually sunk into faye's brain, and her smile froze on her face. now it was her turn to stare at the gryffindor, shock written plainly across her face.

"y-you want to go out... with me?" faye couldn't believe she was actually saying those exact words to george weasley right now, "like... on a date?" she added, just for clarification on her part. the thought crossed her mind that she was hallucinating this entire conversation - maybe she'd been studying for far too long and was imagining things at this point - or that she just hadn't heard him correctly. after all, faye had never been asked out before, much less by someone like george.

once she realized that she had just answered his question with a question of her own, she quickly said, "uh yeah, of course! i'd, um, i'd really like that." she was so smooth with words at the best possible moments, wasn't she? despite the awkward deliverance, there was an obviously very happy smile on her face as she spoke.

little miss faye

half of her expected this to actually be some sort of prank. this was george weasley, after all. however, his eyes were sincere, and his smile hopeful. besides, the twins might be pranksters but they weren't cruel enough to try and lead a girl on like this. that's why the ravenclaw, normally a guarded sort of person, was actually letting her high walls down for once.

she giggled slightly when she heard him say he thought she was going to reject him. how could she possibly say no to him? she couldn't imagine a fearless jokester gryffindor like himself being nervous about asking a girl like faye out. her sterling grey eyes flickered down briefly as he saw him reach out with his hand. it was a small gesture, but sweet, and faye noted the way it made her heart flutter ever so slightly.

'oh great. he's only just asked you out and you're already like a lovesick schoolgirl,' faye chided herself in her mind. despite that, her smile widened as she took his hand. she found it a tad bit amusing how small hers was in comparison to his. but also sort of cute and endearing, in a way.

when he asked where she'd like to go, faye had to think it over for a moment or two. since she didn't have any friends, she rarely went out to eat, because going out to eat by yourself just seemed so... vulnerable to faye. needless to say, the honey-blonde wasn't too well-versed with any restaurants or cafes the two could go to...

well, actually, there was one place. faye had never been inside of it, but she knew it was popular amongst hogwarts students every time they all went to hogsmeade. faye always avoided it because she saw people going in there with groups of friends, so obviously a lonesome ravenclaw would stick out by herself. "how about the three broomsticks?" she offered, "i've never had a butterbeer before, and i think it's about time i try one." she knew that butterbeer was a favorite beverage among students, and staff, alike. but of course, she'd never had the chance to try it for herself, even during all those trips to hogsmeade.

little miss faye

the warmth of his hand distracted her for a moment, causing a light dusting of pink blush to color her cheeks. faye laughed a bit at his surprised reaction, even if she had been expecting it. "nope, never had it!" sheepishly, she continued on, "part of it was because it had the word "beer" in it so when i was younger i'd avoid it at all costs... but now, i've never had one because, well..." she trailed off, not wanting to fully admit why so soon. the true reason was because she had always wanted her first sip of butterbeer to be at the three broomsticks with her friends - that's how everyone else seemed to have their first ever butterbeer, after all. but the ravenclaw figured it'd be pathetic to say such a thing aloud to the boy who just asked you out on a date. appearing pathetic and/or pitiful in front of george weasley was not on faye's to-do list.

when inquired about her plans for tonight, faye shook her head a bit and chuckled, "well, after dinner i was just going to go back to my dorm and read dracula for the hundredth time," she joked good-naturedly. she only read it ninety-six times, after all. not a moment later, her heart leapt in her chest upon catching that charming wink of his. no wonder so many girls had a crush on him - the boy knew how to flirt. if faye was of the more daring type, she might try a wink back but no. she'd have to work up all of her nerves to do such a thing like that.

"why do you ask?" she had a suspicious feeling that she already knew the answer, though. was he actually planning on getting them to the three broomsticks tonight? for one thing, that meant they'd have to sneak out to hogsmeade, which faye was sure george had some way of doing that without getting caught. but still... faye? sneak out? she was the epitome of "good little student" - a perfect ravenclaw stereotype. sneaking out seemed to be against her credo entirely. despite this, she found a rebellious part of herself leaning in more, though, a gleam in her eyes. 

little miss faye

her eyes shined happily when he said she could talk about dracula all she wanted tonight - and oh, she definitely planned to. to anyone unlucky enough to listen, faye could ramble for days about her favorite books and also characters from said books. when george went on to tell her where to meet him later tonight, she replied "third floor - got it." the honey-blonde nodded in affirmation, tucking the information away into the back of her head. she was silently mapping the route from ravenclaw tower to the one-eyed witch statue when she felt something soft and warm press against her cheek. it took her a moment to realize that he was actually kissing her, but before she could respond with anything but a surprised expression and blushing face, george was gone.

the sixth year sat there, stunned, for a good few minutes before she chuckled lightly to herself, gently reaching up to touch the place on her cheek. she felt giddy - actually happy for once. it was a new and odd feeling for the girl, who was usually always by herself. but right now, she didn't have time to dwell on stuff like that. she still had to get ready for her first date.

hours later, faye had spruced up for the date tonight - she had taken a quick shower, had styled her hair up into a loose, curled bun and had even applied some make-up including mascara and a nice nude lipstick. she was a bit frustrated to see that the make-up actually didn't make her look that different, and so she also applied a bit of blush for added effect. if she was more daring and familiar with cosmetics, she'd try for a winged eyeliner but she wasn't willing to mess her face up for this date. which was strange, actually, because she usually didn't think of herself as the type to care about what she looked like.

she'd also taken precaution when choosing her outfit for tonight. although she always tended to dress well, with her many, many mini skirts and blouses, she opted for a cute mini dress and a nice fall coat to protect her from the cold evenings. since it was technically a date, she chose some black kitten heels to top off the look. she knew they were only going to the three broomsticks, which wasn't a fancy restaurant by any means, so she didn't put on any jewelry despite the urging of her brain to definitely put some on. she thought she achieved the balance between "casual" and "cute" pretty well.

with that in mind, she went down to the one-eyed witch statue. she'd passed this same statue many times before, but had never really paid that much attention to it. it seemed to her like a rather random spot to meet up for a date, but faye trusted george to have some kind of trick up his sleeve. she just hoped that said trick wouldn't get them in trouble for sneaking out to hogsmeade on a school night. she could practically hear the lecture she'd undoubtedly get from both mcgonagoll and flitwick, the latter of which was her head of house.

when she approached the meeting spot, her smile lit up with a bright smile when she spotted george already waiting there. looking him over with curious sterling grey eyes, faye gazed up at him with a smirk, "you clean up well." although her voice had a bit of teasing hint to it, she was actually being sincere, too. she thought he looked quite nice in casual clothes like this.