WHO: Evan Rosier & Cecilia Hooke
WHAT: Valentine's Day
WHEN: Saturday, during Hogsmeade
WHERE: Hogsmeade for a few, then a hotel
RATING: Totally SFW. Really. :)

Evan's hand moved back through his platnum blonde locks, staring down at the black cup of tea that was sitting right in the middle of the table before he glanced down at his watch. Hm. He felt like he had been sitting there for much longer than he really had been. It must have been about a half an hour since he had taken his seat inside of The Leaky Cauldron, waiting for the Hogwarts students to come flooding in through the doors. He didn't even mind waiting, but hearing the sappy love songs play through the room was making him nautious. If that wasn't bad enough, every table was covered in pink, red, or white. The streamers, and the confetti all over the floor, and the stuffed bears being passed back and forth between couples, all of these things combined made him want to crucio the next person who walked through the door...

That person just so happened to Madame Rosemerta's daughter. Or, well, he figured it was since she had just screamed 'Mom' and ran over to give her a hug, as though she hadn't seen the woman for years. Evan couldn't help but roll his eyes as he reached over to take a sip of his tea. The now cold liquid slid down his throat as more students filed in, trying to fight the urge to strangle whoever was in charge of the music. His ears were about to start bleeding if he heard 'Happy Together' one more time. It was a good thing that Cecilia stepped into his line of vision when she did because he could actually feel his jaw clenching. His eyes rose up to meet hers as a brow rose, straightening himself out as he rose to his feet, taking a few steps forward. "Remind me again why I agreed to meet you here of all places?"

"Because I'm a fantastic persuader," Cecilia answered with a tiny smirk. She rose up on her toes slightly to give him a kiss, brief but well indicative of how glad she was to see him. She had done well, she thought, at hiding that small undercurrent of nervousness--silly, it was, she'd decided to convince herself. She could know about her problem without him knowing about it, and the nervousness was just guilt. How could he really suspect her from one incident, right?

Right. Or well, she hoped she was reading this right, because if she wasn't... well, that wasn't really anything she wanted to think about today. Years of practice allowed her to push her guilt aside like it was nothing, and even without seeing it, Cecilia knew that her smile was genuine. It was Valentine's Day, after all--there was always room for a good smile on a romantic holiday.

Reaching up, she pushed a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes. "I think the atmosphere screams 'Evan Rosier' all over."

"Hm..."

He leaned down to meet her for the kiss, straightening back out after wards as his hands went to her waist, pulling her to him. It was almost like he didn't have to try at all, like it was a magnetic connection between the both of them. She came to him with no struggle at all, allowing him to get a better hold around her as his arms moved around her.

His lips curved into a smirk as she mentioned the 'atmosphere' of the Leaky, which caused him to look around. "It certainly screams something..." Turning back to her, he leaned in and gave her another kiss, which was supposed to be quick and simple, but lasted longer than he thought it would...not that was ever a bad thing, but when they only had a limited time with eachother, he didn't want to waste it standing in the middle of what looked like an explosion of Pepto Bismol. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. "How about we get out of here...?" He didn't have to say anything, but there was definetly something that hinted towards the fact that he had made other plans.

Her brow went up at Evan's suggestion, and she decided very quickly that she liked what he was getting at. Not that she'd expected anything less of him--if there was one thing she could always count on him for, it was that he was going to be a master at the romance thing. That was possibly one of the most attractive things about him. Evan had the ability to seduce a girl, draw her in like no other, but she still felt like each movement was made just for her. And well, they were dating, so it all should be just for her, but if they weren't...

That not being the point at all. The point was that Cecilia had a feeling she was going to be in for a pretty damn good holiday.

"I think I could deal with that," she confirmed with a smile. Her hand found his and linked their fingers together and she allowed him to lead her out of the garishly decorated pub, down the long, winding Hogsmeade street.

As soon as she agreed to get out of there, he gave her one final short and sweet kiss before he started leading her towards thier final destination. Evan had never paid much attention to Valentines day, since he never really had any one girl in particular to plan for. Sure, he did something but it wasn't the same. There wasn't any meaning behind it, and he didn't really put thought into it. He just knew what girls wanted. The boy had a talent for making women and girls swoon, and get weak in the knees. And it wasn't just his looks, it was what he said, and how he said it, and the fact that he knew exactly how light to touch thier arm to give them chills through thier entire body. It was everything combined that made Evan such a catch. But this wasn't about being...caught. This was about Cecilia. Someone he genuinly cared about.

Once they got to a certain area, close enough to where they were headed, he turned towards the petite brunette. "Turn around and close your eyes." He slid out a satin blindfold that was a deep shade of crimson as he stood off to the side of the road. It was empty in that particular area, so he didn't have to worry about anyone coming over, or about her feeling uncomfortable wearing something that prevented her from seeing anything in the middle of Hogsmeade.

The cold smoothness of the satin over her eyes came as a bit of a surprise, and she felt the hairs on the back of neck prickle--at the contact, and at his deep voice, and at the excitement that he was making this a surprise. That he had thought about this, and planned something (something good, from the feel of it). It was more than she could say had been done for her on any Valentine's Day before--okay, so there was Regulus, who had filled up her dorm with roses the one year. Antonin and Zach had done... something or another, she didn't even remember. Either way, none of it had ever had this feeling before, like it was something special, and like it wasn't some grand romantic gesture born of nothing but obligation.

Grand romantic gestures were lovely, but the loveliness never lasted as long if they didn't mean anything.

Ohhh he was going to be in trouble now if what he had planned wasn't awesome, now that she was building this up in her head. Hah! Such reputation to live up to, if only he knew. "I hope you're not just using this as a method of ditching me while I can't see," she joked lightly, groping around for a moment until she found his hand.

He smirked at her remark, even though she couldn't see it, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before he used the other hand to pull out his wand, pulling her close to him once again, just so he was sure that he had her with him before he popped from one location to the next. "Just...hold on, this is going to feel very strange..." The reason that he knew how it felt to apparate with a blindfold on was not a story she was about to hear.

With a flick of his wand, he wrapped his arm around her waist, and with intense concentration on where he needed to go, he wound up outside of the hotel room that he had booked for the day. Not that they had a day, unfortunately, but they would have to just make due.

He helped her so that she wasn't completely off balance when they arrived, and made sure she was alright before he went any further. Turning, he kept hold of her hand as he used a key to quietly open the door to the hotel room, guiding her inside with both hands until she was in the center of the room. The only time he let go was to shut the door. Walking behind her, he moved his hands to her waist again, kissing her neck. "Are you ready for me to take off the blindfold?" The question was a bit rhetorical, since he had already started to move his way up to untie the loose knot that held the satin fabric against her eyes. Lowering it, he allowed her to get adjusted before he looked down at her, waiting to see her reaction.

The room was gorgeous. It wasn't candy coated, and sugary, but it was...sensual. That was really the only word to describe it. There were candles scattered here and there, smelling faintly of vanilla, sitting in victorian style holders, as black and red rose petals were scattered across the dark wood floor. The bed was made up with deep red silk, the pillows being just a shade darker, matching the canopy. There was a bottle of champagne sitting in a silver bucket of ice as two champagne flutes sat on either side on the table. There were no big stuffed bears, or boxes of chocolates waiting for her, but instead there were 2 boxes sitting on the bed, both in elegant silver and red boxes. One was a bit larger than the other, the smaller one obviously sitting on top. There was a piece of lace tying the two together, a single black rose slipped beneath it.

"Happy Valentines day, Cecilia..."

Whatever she had been expecting, it was nothing compared to this.

Cecilia couldn't stop the quiet gasp--more a sharp breath--that she elicited as her eyes raced each other to take in all of the room first. It was---bloody hell, it was perfect. The candles, the roses, the bed, the everything... damnit that they only had a few hours together! This was simply perfect, and ten times more than she could have ever asked of him. And on top of it all, this was real. This was for her, like something actually done for her rather than to get something from her, or to fulfill an expectation of hers. Even Evan Rosier couldn't be smooth enough to pull off something like this without having put thought into it--no amount of charm could duplicate the genuine feeling of being given something special that had just soared through her at seeing this.

"Oh... oh my... Evan--" She spun around and into him, the biggest shocked smile across her face. Cecilia put her hands on his cheeks and leaned up quickly, in a rush to give him a long kiss because bloody hell he deserved it. When she pulled back (oh, it was a good few moments), the shock was wearing away, leaving only the smile of what she reckoned was for one of the happiest moments she'd had in a long time. "I can't even find the words to tell you how amazing you are right now."

"I think I get the general idea."

He didn't know why, but the way she was smied at him gave him chills, something he wasn't used to feeling. No, it had happened before, and it was always when he was around her, but seeing her so completely happy because of something he had done filled him with a feeling of satisfaction. It had been such a long time since he had seen her smile at all, but knowing that he was the cause of it just made it better. But he really didn't understand it. Since when did he care? Normally he didn't give a shit whether someone laughed or cried, but she was different. He wanted to brutally hurt anyone who made her cry, and he wanted to see her smile as often as possible. But why? What was so...special about her?

"Open them." He glanced over to the boxes that were sitting on the bed before he looked back down at her. He wasn't nervous about her liking what he had got her, because he knew she would, but as mentioned before, he liked seeing her smile. It was refreshing.

Well, she certainly didn't need any more persuasion than that.

Cecilia let go of him and sat on the bed, pulling her legs up beside her before tugging lightly to coax the lace holding the presents together free. She set the rose aside--sending him a quick, silent smile as she did--and took the bigger box in her hands (you always opened the small one last!). She pulled the top off quickly as she could without looking too hasty, and revealed a music box sitting inside. It was gorgeous, with a fairy figurine on top and wrapping around the one side; she carefully opened its top, and the soft notes of Moonlight Sonata chimed out through the room.

Cecilia laughed as she closed it and gave Evan a playfully suspicious look. "I don't know how you knew that was my favorite song, but you deserve a bloody gold medal for it," she said, setting aside the music box and reaching for the smaller present as she spoke.

This one she took apart the box of a bit more slowly, playfully peeking under the lid as she lifted it off to reveal a silver necklace. It was lovely, but practical, something that she could wear not just when she was at a party, but every day. The urge struck her to put it on at this very moment and not take it off again---in silly romantic speak, it felt like she would finally have something of Evan to have on her all the time.

"I love them," she said, reaching out to take his hand and gently coax him over. She gave him a soft kiss once he was close enough, then turned her back to him and put the necklace around her neck. "Fasten it for me?"

Evan didn't bother reminding Cecilia that his sister was her best friend, and that was usually a main source of where he got his information. "I have my ways." His eyes focused down on the music box, the song giving him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps it was because that was the first song he ever learned how to play, and the first time he actually played it was for his Mom. But right now, he didn't want to think about that, and was glad when she shut it, making the music stop.

He pulled down on the sleeves of his jacket, giving himself something to do as she opened the smaller box, revealing the jewelry. It wasn't anything much, but he figured if he got her something gaudy and flashy, it'd be pointless. He really never understood why women brought things that they could only wear once. It wasn't even about the cost, it was just...he didn't get it. It was pointless.

His hand curled around her own as she pulled him towards him, returning the kiss before nodding in responce to her question. He fiddled with the small clasp, and once it was secure, he placed a kiss on her neck, taking his time to work his way up to her jawline, his hand moving to her chin so he could turn her head towards him so he could finally get to her lips, only making it a breif and momentary connection before he pulled away. "I figured you weren't a pink frills, stuffed animal, candy heart kind of girl...because if you were, we might have had a problem."