II. November 23, 2014
Her first boyfriend was at the age of fourteen, and their first kiss marked the second important kiss of her life. His name was Jake Talbot, and he was a Ravenclaw (she was a Gryffindor). He asked her to go with him on the first Hogsmeade trip of the year, and she had been inclined to say yes.
They had met up at the Entrance Hall, waved a cheerful goodbye to their friends, and begun the trek down to the village. The trip started out as awkward, as many first dates often do, but the silence was cut by a cheerful laugh from Victoire. Jake had, of course, asked about why she was laughing, and she had replied that she thought awkward silences to be amusing. He had pondered the idea for a minute before laughing as well. The date was off to a decent start.
Jake took her to Honeydukes first, and bought her a bag of Pepper Imps (Victoire's favorite candy). From there, they inspected Quality Quidditch Supplies, owing to the fact that both students hoped to be on their house teams next year. Afterwards, they hit up several other shops before heading to the Three Broomsticks for lunch.
At the Three Broomsticks, they met up with some friends who were also on a date. Isadora Williams had been Victoire's best female friend since the second day of school in their first year, and Nigel Thompson had been Jake's best friend almost since birth. It had been Victoire's idea to set them up, and she mentally congratulated herself when she saw them smiling and laughing. The foursome had a nice lunch together, and afterwards visited a few more shops before heading back to the school.
It was about four in the afternoon when they reached the school. Isadora and Nigel bid their two friends a goodbye before heading to the library (they claimed that they had some schoolwork to complete, but Victoire was a bit suspicious). So it was Jake alone who walked Victoire back to the Gryffindor common room. Their walk was quiet; it seemed as if they had nothing else to say after spending numerous hours together.
They were both uncertain once they were standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. What were they supposed to do now? Were they supposed to hug, maybe shake hands? Neither had been in a situation like this before. Jake decided to be the man (as he rightfully should be, seeing as he was the male) and make the first move. He shuffled closer to Victoire, who was staring at her twiddling thumbs.
His whisper of "Victoire" would have been inaudible, had he not been standing right in front of her. She tilted her head upwards, and was taken by surprise when he leaned his own in her direction. Her surprise continued as he 'swooped in' and kissed her. With another whisper, this time one of "Good night", he was gone. And Victoire was left to make sense of it all, anxiously awaiting Isadora's return so that they could go over every detail of the date.