Right now, Fred had to propose, to get this out of the way. Doing it after they ate seemed cheesy, and putting the ring in food for her to find turned out horrible, or so he had heard. That’s how girls ended up with chipped teeth or choking to death. To propose simply and before they ate, that was best. Breathing in deeply, he tried to gather his Gryffindor courage and reached into his suit jacket. That’s when his heart sped up even faster, fear coursing through him. He did not feel the ring in his pocket, but instead, a hole at the bottom.