14
Kenzie woke up early again the next morning and got dressed. It was a Saturday, so she dressed in her Muggle clothes. It was a pair of low-rise jeans and a shirt that said, "My Patronus Is My Favorite Pet".
She walked downstairs and saw Chris sitting on the couch. Her heart began to pound. This is the day, she thought, approaching him. I'll be twelve tomorrow, now is the time.
Her birthday was the next day, October eleventh. She would be twelve and thought it was perfectly rational for a twelve-year-old to have a boyfriend. He was twelve too, having turned it on September eleventh, only a month earlier.
"Uhh... hey, Chris," she said, going up to him and taking a seat.
"Hey, Kenzie," he said, putting down the book, which today was Hogwarts, A History.
"Umm, well, there's something I thought you ought to know," she said nervously.
"Yeah?"
"I... well, I... I fancy you," she said, bracing herself for what he would say.
"Really? I fancy you! This is great, I thought I'd never hear this," Chris said.
"Well, then, you want to go out to the grounds with me? I have to go out anyway, Madame Welkins has called me and..." she said. (Madame Welkins was the flying instructor.)
"Okay, I'd love to," he said. "But first, let's grab a bit of breakfast, shall we?"
"I'd love it," she said.
They walked to breakfast, her hand in his.