(1938-12-01) Hot Chocolate
Details for Hot Chocolate
Summary: Rosie's Caff, where Augustin and Eibhlin have their long awaited and much discussed date.
Date: 1938-12-01
Location: Rosie's Caff
Related: First: Malfoy Mediations and then: Boy Management 101

Mid-afternoon on a Sunday, nice and respectable, and here's Gus dressed in good non-school robes, just outside the door of Rosie's Caff, as instructed. He's waiting for Eibhlin to show up, and just at the moment his hands are in his pockets. He looks both excited and nervous as he nods to people passing by.

He doesn't have to wait long as its only a moment later that Eibhlin arrives. Her hair is left down as usual, dressed in a dark grey skirt and a white blouse its not terribly different than the typical uniform but for the light blue cardigan pulled over the top - of course her wool jacket covers most of it for the moment. "Hi," she greets with a smile, maybe a bit nervous herself.

"You look really nice," Augustin says, grinning almost shyly at her. Then he opens the door and gives her a little bow. "After you," he says courteously, waving an arm onward.

"Thank you," Eibhlin replies, stepping inside as he holds the door. "You don't look so bad yourself," she adds, waiting a moment just inside for Gus before selecting the table (which unbeknownst to him was pre-selected during Medusa's reconnaissance mission earlier in the day). Tucking mittens into her coat pockets she then slips out of her jacket to hang it over the back of the chair before taking a seat.

"Thanks!" Gus says, slipping around her just in time to pull out the chair for her. Once she's seated he takes his own opposite her. "Have you been here before?" he asks, looking around curiously. "Golly, it's been ages since I was here, myself. Just ages."

Eibhlin turns a smile up at him over her shoulder as she settles into the chair. "Thank you." A little surprised by the gesture, in a good way. "Once or twice," she answers about having been to Rosie's before. "I think its nice though. Certainly quieter than the Broomsticks."

"I think the last time I was here was in fourth year," Gus says. A waitress comes along and gives them menus, and then asks patiently what they'd like to order. Augustin looks at his menu and considers for a moment. "Can we have a few minutes, please?" he asks her. Then he glances at Eibhlin. "Unless you already know what you want?" The waitress stays where she is, waiting on Eibhlin's response.

Eibhlin shakes her head, "A few minutes would good," she agrees, though her glance at the menu is interrupted when she looks back up to Augustin. "Really? That long ago?"

The waitress nods amiably and walks away, leaving them to peruse their menus. "Yeah," Gus says. "Let's see, I was here with a group of Hufflepuff girls. They thought since I'm French I'd have a discerning palette." He raises his hands and puts air quotes around the last two words. "They stuffed me with chocolates of all kinds and asked for my opinion, and spent a great deal of time writing down what I said and giggling over it all." He drops his voice to a murmur and leans closer across the table. "Honestly, I think they were trying to find the best ingredients for a love potion."

"Aww, you poor thing," Eibhlin comments, somewhere between teasing and truth, reaching to rest a hand on his. She can't help but giggle just a bit at the suggestion that's said more quietly, "Are you sure they weren't feeding them to you?"

"Well, I didn't fall in love with anyone," Gus says, turning his hand over to catch her fingers within his. "Just had a stomach-ache for a little while." He's blushing a little bit, so he looks down at his menu. "What looks good?" he asks her.

Eibhlin ahs, "Well probably for the best then, stomach-ache aside," she replies, a light blush spreading across her cheeks as she turns her attention to the menu once again. "Hmm," she considers a moment, scanning over the options. "I was thinking this," the Ravenclaw says, pointing out a combination of a bit of meat with a bit more vegetable and no onion. Thanks M.

Gus glances at her menu, and then his, and nods. "Looks fine," he says. "And… hot chocolate?" he suggests, likely remembering Medusa's less-than-gentle suggestion that day in the greenhouse.

Eibhlin nods, "Sounds perfect," she agrees, leaving the menu to rest in front of her until the waitress returns to collect it and take their order. "So.. are you working on anything in particular now?" she inquires.

Gus' cast is gone, but he's got a sling, instead. He raises his hand and wiggles the fingers. "Not so much," he tells her. "But this comes off on Wednesday." He shrugs. "I mean, I have been working on a badger, but it's slow work, with just my wand. I only know the one carving spell." The waitress does come by, and will take their orders.

Eibhlin places her order with waitress, a subtle frown touching her lips as she turns back to Gus. "I suppose that would make it more difficult," she replies. "And I'm sorry about that," added with a nod towards the remaining sling.

"It's not too bad," Gus says with a shrug. Then he shakes his head. "No, no, there's nothing to apologize for. It's not like you meant to drop the cabinet on me, and anyway, it was all my idea, wasn't it?" He, too, places his order, and the waitress leaves. "What have you been up to?" he asks her curiously.

"I know," Eibhlin replies with a bit of a sigh, "I still feel bad about it though. If I could have done anything.." Not that there's anything different she could have aside from refusing to go along with the idea, but then there might have been a worse outcome too. "Studying," is the answer to what she's been up to, "mostly. I've had a couple papers and that. Almost finished with some of my needlepoint."

Gus squeezes her hand comfortingly. "You did what you could," he says. "And that's enough." He nods a little bit at her answer. "I'd like to see the needlepoint some time," he says, quite genuinely meaning it, too.

Eibhlin nods, a smile lifting the corners of her lips. "When its finished," she agrees to show him the project she'd been working on and its about that time that the waitress returns with their orders. A "Thank you" is sent after the woman as redhead reaches for her hot chocolate, fingers of the hand not with Gus around the mug.

Gus has to take his hand back to drink his chocolate. He pulls away reluctantly, and lifts the mug close enough to his face that the steam rises up and washes over it. He inhales deeply, and lifts his eyes to look at her over the rim. "So what is it?" he asks. "Your embroidery, I mean."

Eibhlin pulls her hand back then, moving to have it join the other around the mug. "Hmm?" the questioning sound formed before the question really sinks in. "Oh, a gift for a friend," she replies, "a purse when its finished."

"How nice!" Gus exclaims, brightening at the notion. "I've always thought that personally-made gifts were the best kind." But then for some reason his pep leaks out of him and he looks down at his chocolate, like he's remembering something slightly unpleasant. "Who is it for?" he asks.

Eibhlin nods, "I like to think so, I'm just hoping it turns out like I want it to." A smile is sent his direction over her mug as she takes a test sip only to slip into a not quire a frown. "Medusa…" she hesitates just a bit before asking, "Are you alright?"

"Oh, well that's nice," Gus says. He raises his eyebrows and nods. "Yeah," he tells her. "I was just remembering… heh. It's nothing." He shrugs. "Ahhhhh, that reminds me, I need to get her flask back."

"Are..?" Eibhlin starts to ask, but leaves in there instead of pushing further. One more sip of her cocoa before she rests the cup back on the table, the food is looked at, but she doesn't go for it yet either. "Not hungry?"

"You can ask," Gus says. "But the memory isn't a very sweet one, and you're so… so nice, Shine. I feel like I'd be trampling on a flower bed if I just started moaning about stuff." He sips his chocolate, smiles a bit, and has a bite of dinner. "Have you thought more about what you want to do when you graduate?" he asks.

Eibhlin shakes her head at the mention of after graduation, "Not really, no, we have time though." Not alot, but some. She doesn't ask, not right away. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to Gus," she tries to assure of that, a soft smile touching her lips, "But sometimes it helps."

Gus has a couple bites of the food while he thinks about it. "Well… you know how when you're a child, you make things for your parents?" he asks. "Daffodil chains and hand-prints in plaster, that sort of thing?" He pauses for a second. "It's just that… as I learned how to draw, I'd give my mother pictures I'd done. And she'd smile and nod, and say thanks, but… like she was just saying it because that's what was expected. And then she would just put it down." He blushes. "It sounds really stupid, to say it out loud," he says. "Good grief. I must be mad." He shakes his head. "I always felt like… like I was disappointing her, somehow. So I just stopped doing it."

Eibhlin takes a few bites, as she listens, nodding where appropriate and finally offering up a smile. "I'm sure she liked them more than you think," she tries. "You're really good at it Gus. Have you ever tried talking to her? Or maybe give her something new? I don't know your mom Gus, but somehow I don't think your art could disappoint her."

Gus shrugs. "I just buy her things," he says. "It doesn't really matter, though." He shakes his head, tossing it sharply to one side like he's dashing a bad memory from his thoughts. "What about you?" he asks. "Do you prefer home-made or thoughtfully purchased gifts?" He grins. "I'm taking notes, in case you want to keep seeing me, so be brutally honest."

Eibhlin nods slight, "If that's what she likes then…" she shrugs only blink up at him at the question that follows. "Me? Both I suppose," she replies after a moment's thought, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Its more about the thought behind it. What about you?" Since he brought it up.

"Hmm," Augustin says, eyeing her thoughtfully while he chews on another bite. I don't actually know. People don't really get me gifts for my birthday or Christmas or whatever. I get… clothes." He tugs at his nice robes. "And my older sister gets me art supplies, sometimes, which I do enjoy, but I have more than I'll need for the next couple of years at least."

"Really?" Eibhlin questions in reply. "Clothes are still gifts…" But then again not everyone sees such things the same. Conversation continues around food and drink, turning to more neutral topics of classes and such and following that a pleasant walk back to Hogwarts.

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