A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters. Ms. Mayhew and the Serpent Society are mine though, if you want to borrow, either let me know!
Hannah smiled before nodding quickly. She'd never thought Neville would manage to find the courage. Sometimes she wished he had been placed in Hufflepuff with her.
"I'd love to go out with you, Neville."
"Really?"
"Yes, I was wondering if you'd ever ask me," she said.
"Oh, so, um, how about Friday? Are you working?"
"Neville, I'm always working, I own the place. I can find someone to fill in for me, if we do a late dinner."
"I can do a late dinner, or we could do lunch or something in the afternoon? It's the last free weekend I have before school starts for the year."
"That sounds good, how about ice cream and a late lunch? That gives both of us plenty of time to get things done for the week?" she suggested. A new ice cream parlor had just opened last week and she'd yet to try it out.
"Perfect," Neville agreed. "I'll see you then." Hannah nodded as Neville left to get back to work. She sighed. It was already a crazy day and it wasn't even noon yet.
"Ms. Abbott?"
"Yes, Clarity?"
"Chef wants to know if you could approve the dinner menu?" Hannah rose.
"Sure, is it in the office or does he have it?"
"He has it." Hannah walked in the kitchen, they were between meals, chef would be starting lunch in about five minutes.
"You wanted me to look at the dinner menu?" He handed her a sheet of paper, she glanced at it reading quickly.
"We didn't get the beets, there was a blight at the farm. I was just informed today. We did get extra green beans."
"I'll substitute those, that'll work. Thank you, Miss Abbott."
"Welcome, ready for the lunch rush?"
"Yes, are you ordering extra for this week?"
"Yes, I know school's going to be starting. If you get me the specials ahead of time, I can see about taking care of that too."
"They'll be on your desk by tonight," chef promised. Hannah nodded mentally going over the check list for what she needed to do for lunch. She slipped out of the kitchen and into the dining area. Ms. Mayhew was sitting in her usual seat, sipping her tea.
"That Longbottom boy finally ask you out?" she asked seeing Hannah.
"Yes, he did this afternoon."
"Good, Augusta thought he'd never start looking for a girl."
"You know Neville's grandmother?"
"I know everyone," Ms. Mayhew laughed. Hannah didn't doubt it. Slowly people started to trickle in for the lunch rush. She noticed a few familiar faces, but nothing stood out. She hoped that whatever the Serpent Society would fizzle out and she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.