Otto had been in a better mood over the last couple of weeks than he had been in the last few years. It all had to do with a certain redheaded witch he had been spending most of his time with. They had just been hanging out, but they were hanging out enough for people to start to question whether or not they were more than just friends. Otto never really knew how to respond when people commented on what a 'cute couple' they were, and he could tell Ann's cheeks went bright red whenever the subject was brought up. They neither confirmed or denied it in public, but it was definitely something Otto thought about.

Why weren't they a couple? They enjoyed spending time with each other, they had a lot of the same interests, they made each other laugh - it all just seemed to make sense, though Otto had yet to try and get them out of the friend zone before they became trapped there. He just didn't want to mess it all up, somehow.

Arriving at Ann's doorstep, Otto adjusted the bag in his arms. He had stopped for some sandwiches, as promised, and was now just waiting for the young healer to let him inside. Once the door was opened, his eyes focused on the petite woman before him, offering a smile. He seemed to smile every time he saw her.

"Hey," he stepped forward to give her a kiss on the cheek before going inside, allowing her to shut the door behind him. He made his way back towards the kitchen in order to place the bag of food down. Her house always smelled amazing - like flowers and sweet spices. He felt comfortable, here.

"Hope you're hungry," he offered, once his arms were free, turning back towards her. "I couldn't remember what you liked so I got pretty much everything, just to be safe."

Who: Ann Shimpling & Otto Bagman
What: A kinda sorta maybe date? Hufflepuff adorbs, basically.
When: Saturday night
Status: Finishing in comments

( He was going to just see where things went, with Ann. There was a lot less pressure, that way - he was able to relax, and be himself. )

Charlie was literally bouncing around like a school kid. How was he so keen on the ways of excited, shriek-filled Hogwarts students? Why, he was surrounded by a gaggle of them! Bouncing, the lot of them, and all donned in red and gold! It was a beautiful sight, really, and it made the slightly overcast day seem bright and sunny and warm. He wanted to hug each and every one of those kids, so he did and it was a good feeling to be recognized as some 'Gryffindor Hero!' A Gryffindor Hero! Legend, some were saying. Some teeny, tiny voice in the back of Charlie's head knew that legend, even hero was pushing it a bit far, but he would happily accept the compliments because they made him feel damn special.

He hadn't been much of a standout in school, popular enough not to lurk around the corridors without anyone noticing you were there, but he was no quidditch captain or head boy. He was just Charlie, and even if his quidditch fame and popularity had skyrocketed these past few years, he was still very much in awe of the fact that people could be impressed by him.

"All right, all right!" he laughed, prying off the clamped fingers of a young third year girl's off his arm. "I'll be back, I promise!"

There was a chorus of moans, but soon the group had spotted yet another player to lay their tremendous excitement and focus on, and Charlie was free. He bounded down the pavement, Gryffindor scarf proudly flapping in the wind behind him, and dropped down onto a wooden bench beside his very Hufflepuff-y girlfriend.

"The kids," he said, waving his hand out toward the crowd before dropping it down onto the back of the bench behind Penelope, "They dig me."

Nora straightened her shoulders, her hands softly tugging on the bow on her back. It wasn't too much, was it? It was just a spring dress! Nothing fancy, nothing overboard, it was simply--a dress. She couldn't exactly meet a random bloke and wear her dragon wrangling clothes, right? The shoes were simple flats, but they still hurt her feet and---why wasn't she feeling as confident as she had been while flirting through the journals with said stranger? She should really have talked to someone about this. Delilah would've turned into a hurricane of makeup and excitement and Nora couldn't handle that. What had she been thinking? Prompting a lunch date out of a stranger, ugh!

She should leave. She could leave, he'd never find out who she really was, and that would be that. Right. That would save her a lot of stress, that would make her life a whole lot easier and----backwards Wasps hat! Nora stared, gaped as she watched her blind date look through the front window. He was young, he was---cute. She flushed immediately and turned around, feigning great interest in the dessert display. It also gave her bow full visibility, and now she could at least relax enough at the fact that she'd been flirting with someone funny and handsome.

Otto really didn't understand how he was related to Ludo, sometimes. With the girl drama, and the...well, every other kind of drama, he could swear that they weren't related at all. He was a person who tried to avoid conflict! Sure, he was a bit of a prankster but that didn't mean he got in trouble a lot. Well, most of the time he didn't. So how his younger brother seemed to attact trouble, he didn't know. But, because he was his brother, he tried to help him out the best he could, even if he seriously just couldn't understand why Ludo had such crappy luck when it came to girls. Not that he didn't have any girlfriends, but they always had baggage.

Currently, the older of the Bagman brothers was laying flopped out on his couch, his journal resting on the table beside him, waiting to see if Ludo would reply back to his last comment that he had written him. His hands were resting beneath his head as he stared at the ceiling, distracting himself by trying to figure out how that big dent had gotten there. Brows furrowed together as he tried to think back on what could have caused it, tilting his head to the side, as though this would help.

"...what the hell?"

His words were mumbled, since he didn't think anyone else was near enough to answer the rhetorical question. He just figured he'd verbalize his curiosity.