"You didn't actually tell him, did you?" Zarea said with concern once Margie sat next her back in the Ravenclaw common room. "Did you Margie? Oh how could you! Margie how could you?"
"How could I? How could I not! You've had your eye on him for how long now. Don't try to hide it you've been glancing at him and doing everything accept throwing yourself at him for the last year and a half. I know he's very smart and brave but I don't think he would have ever just finally come up to you without some prompting. And now that's out of the way and neither one of you had to blush furiously. Well he did, but he didn't have to do it in front of you fearing that you'd reject him, now did he?" She stopped to take a breath, and started getting her books out.
"Still Margie." It took her awhile to go on, she waited for Margie to finish getting her ink pot and quill and parchment out of her bag before she let herself ask. "Well, what did you tell him?"
"Your meeting him at the Three Broomsticks saturday at two." Margie said not even looking up from her potions homework.
