"What sor' of date are you? Alright then tea is on me tight wad." Rose teased a fond smile on her lips as she thought on her first meeting with the man in the leather jacket and the accent from the North. "Well, I'm from a different universe, so I didn't meet you exactly. I met another version of you. You wore leather, had big ears, and a bigger temper." Especially when I had those 'pretty boys' after me. She thought the fond smile fading as she continued. "For the first nineteen years o' my life I was just another girl who had dropped out of school for a bloke, and cause of tha' had no A-Levels, and had a guy I was kinda sorta dating. I worked at a store, Henrik's. I was told to give the lottery to Jenkins the electrician and went to the basement. There I found plastic mannequins that began to walk on their own. I thought it was some sor' o' prank done by students. But then they started to corner me and would'a killed me if you hadn't taken me by the hand and told me one word. Just one. Run." Rose explained having sat down while explaining her story and had accidentally tugged on her ear once. It was an automatic gesture she had picked up when dating Jonathan
Hearing it like that was a bit bonkers. Then again, it had been her life and she figured he'd understand and believe her. After all, she was willing to bet that his life had been just as bonkers as well.
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Remus walked by Hermione's left as they walked through the muggle town, as they searched for the perfect place to go. He had smiled though when she admitted she had no idea where to go. He was sure that by walking either one of them would find the perfect place. And he was proven right as he took in the smells of the American style diner.
"Is this okay?" She questioned looking at him. He smiles a true one which was hard to get on his lips these days. Usually it was the sad smiles he would give or very small smirks if his pupils had done well.
"This is just fine." He reassures once more opening the door for her and requested a table for two once they walked in. It was a while since he had been to a muggle diner and he gazed around in interest without seeming to gawk.
It didn't take that long to sit them, probably about a few moments and pulled out Hermione's chair. He might be exceeding the gentleman thing but he hadn't had much chance to do so before as Tonks had been a strongly opinionated woman who could: "do things herself thank you very much". He had the thought that so could Hermione, but she seemed to appreciate his acts of generosity and for that he was grateful.