Scarlett supposed that it would prove a bit insulting if she continued to behave like she was only here to please Devon. Her best friend did have good intentions behind this setup, no matter how uncomfortable Scarlett felt about it. Devon had found happiness with Darren even after all their tumultuous years. Maybe there was something to search for in life other than a quidditch cup and a place on the all-star team.
"I'd like a drink," she accepted, silently agreeing to keep Devon out of their conversation for the rest of the night. Scarlett wasn't sure how to particularly hold a conversation on a date, as her last rendezvous with a man ended up in bed within a minute of meeting each other (she had been spellstruck), and her last relationship had been with Michal Conway Lynch and everyone knew that a 'relationship' with him consisted of lots of snogging and not much talking.
She played it safe and allowed Grail to order their drinks and she kept herself from seeming too nervous as they found a table. Did he dance? Did she dance? Scarlett couldn't promise herself that she wouldn't trip over the hem of her dress. After a few painstaking moments of silence, Scarlett straightened her shoulders.
"My favorite color isn't red," she said, looking down at her fingernails, "it's blue. Everyone assumes red. Now you tell me something. Things you might find out a first date." It wasn't the most conventional of approaches, but Scarlett wasn't a conventional kind of girl.
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