Private Message to Sally-Anne
Jul. 18th, 2011 02:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_pansyI had the most fantastic day on Saturday!
I would've written you sooner, only I got back late on Sunday because Hitty insisted on my walking through the house and checking every little thing because we've been away so long and she wanted to make sure that it met with approval, and then I had to send off for some things and do floo calling, and when I got back, mum was cross because there was something she wanted me for and I didn't come back soon enough for her liking, and you know how she can get when she's cross, even though I didn't tell her when I'd get back on Sunday, but anyways.
We ate dinner at Portico, and it was just lovely -- not too fancy, of course, but just fancy enough to make it special. Draco even talked the waiter into getting us each a glass of wine, but I just sipped on mine because it tasted sour (I can't imagine why adults go on and on about it, because I always think it will taste better than it does, and then whenever I have any, it's just such a disappointment!)
And then we went to the show, Dirty Cauldron Jones, and it was fairly crowded and we were the youngest people there by far, but the music was insanely wonderful and he just kept going and going -- it was like he could take a song and stretch it and twist it and draw it out for ages. And he had this incredible voice, all raspy and bluesy, and I bought one of his records after just because I want you to hear it. And during one of the slow bits, Draco and I were standing next to one another and he sort of put his arm around my waist, and I almost floated I was just so happy.
And when he walked me to my door I wasn't sure at all what to do, because shaking his hand would've been all wrong, and I didn't want to ruin everything by being too forward, so I split the difference and kissed him on the cheek.
So yeah.
I'm still not sure if it was a date, but it certainly felt like one...
I would've written you sooner, only I got back late on Sunday because Hitty insisted on my walking through the house and checking every little thing because we've been away so long and she wanted to make sure that it met with approval, and then I had to send off for some things and do floo calling, and when I got back, mum was cross because there was something she wanted me for and I didn't come back soon enough for her liking, and you know how she can get when she's cross, even though I didn't tell her when I'd get back on Sunday, but anyways.
We ate dinner at Portico, and it was just lovely -- not too fancy, of course, but just fancy enough to make it special. Draco even talked the waiter into getting us each a glass of wine, but I just sipped on mine because it tasted sour (I can't imagine why adults go on and on about it, because I always think it will taste better than it does, and then whenever I have any, it's just such a disappointment!)
And then we went to the show, Dirty Cauldron Jones, and it was fairly crowded and we were the youngest people there by far, but the music was insanely wonderful and he just kept going and going -- it was like he could take a song and stretch it and twist it and draw it out for ages. And he had this incredible voice, all raspy and bluesy, and I bought one of his records after just because I want you to hear it. And during one of the slow bits, Draco and I were standing next to one another and he sort of put his arm around my waist, and I almost floated I was just so happy.
And when he walked me to my door I wasn't sure at all what to do, because shaking his hand would've been all wrong, and I didn't want to ruin everything by being too forward, so I split the difference and kissed him on the cheek.
So yeah.
I'm still not sure if it was a date, but it certainly felt like one...
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Date: 2011-07-18 07:09 pm (UTC)Did Draco act like he knew what to do when he walked you to your door, or like he was trying to decide whether to kiss your or hug you or shake your hand?
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Date: 2011-07-18 07:14 pm (UTC)But he did look like he was thinking.
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Date: 2011-07-18 07:35 pm (UTC)Normally he looks self-assured. When he's a little bit nervous he actually looks extra self-assured. If he ever lets that drop you know he's really in a complete panic.
I really admire that ability, actually, I wish I could pull it off!
What is it with wine? Mrs Stretton has an experimental wine-flavoured marmalade and it's just about the nastiest thing ever, even worse than the melon pepper stuff I gave Prospero at Christmas that time.