We had been dating for 4 months, Ron and I. So, we were past every date having to be at a fancy restaurant all the time- which is why I was in the middle of a muggle McDonald's, sitting alone at a table. Ron was standing in line ordering our food while I went to find us a seat. I looked around the surprisingly, crowded room and scanned the people's faces. A pair of young twin girls stood in front of the toy display gushing about which toy they hoped to find in their meals. A man who appeared to be in his mid-twenties typed away quickly on his glowing laptop. His eyes looked tired, but his suit was polished and fresh. I turned to the table next to me and a smile crossed my face.
Sitting beside me was an old couple who appeared to be in their late seventies to early eighties. The woman's laughter had a light ring to it as she laughed at her husband's joke- if you hadn't seen her, you would've thought it was the laugh of a twenty year old. The way her husband watched her as she laughed was filled with such love, you could feel the tenderness in the air.
Ron chose that moment to set the tray down on the table noisily and pull me out of my reverie.
"I hate muggle restaurants." He muttered as he took a giant bite of his sandwich into his mouth.
I giggled lightly and asked, "What reason do you have to dislike muggle things now?"
"They take so long to do everything! This burger took five minutes to make! Five!" He cried, astonished. Just as I was about to protest, he cut me off. "I swear, the only good thing muggles have done is bring you into the world."
I smiled at him genuinely and laughed. My eyes flickered to the old couple and saw that they were laughing sweetly with each other again.
"Why do you keep looking at them?" Ron asked, analyzing my expression. I turned to face him and smiled.
"They're adorable. You can just tell they love each other. It's sweet."
"It's not that sweet. I mean, when we're in our seventies or eighties and still going on dates to McDonald's, we'll be much cuter."
"We're going to be together when we're eighty?" I asked him with a smile that took up my whole face. He smiled back and nodded.
"Of course we are. We're always going to be together."
"Always?"
"Always."
Just a short little idea that popped into my mind since the word 'always' means so much more to us Potterheads than anyone else(: