Contrary to everyone's belief, Dirk Cresswell didn't get nervous easily. Derek said that was because he was half Dobbs, which could be the reason behind things, but Dirk liked to believe that he didn't get himself into situations he couldn't see himself getting out of. With every visit to the goblin villages, for warlord meetings and peace treaty signings, Dirk had a solution. Whether that solution was stupefying the council so that they didn't throw an axe at him or run away and disappear with out a trace, he always had a plan.

So, with the letter in his hand from Mr. Vincent Krum, Dirk wasn't feeling too nervous. Zora's father had given him permission to marry his daughter (permission granted in the form of a four foot long piece of parchment, of course) and now all Dirk had to do was ask her. He and Zora weren't a couple into the theatrics, so Dirk had asked Gornuk to make him a ring and...

...now he was pacing. Dirk's eyes darted to the clock in the kitchen of their small flat, wondering why she wasn't home yet. Maybe he should've gotten more flowers. Maybe he should put on music? She already knew he was thinking of proposing to her, and she must have noticed how ink stained his hands had been, after writing his rather long letter to her father, so---Dirk put the ring box down on the counter and pulled out his wand, "Orchideous!"

Flowers of all different colors and shapes and sizes began to sprout from his wand, and Dirk began to place them in a variety of places around the kitchen. He should have thought of this earlier. She deserved something more romantic than just him dropping to his knee and proposing. Dirk reached up on his tip toes to stick some flowers onto the top of the kitchen curtains.