Romulus started down to the Quidditch pitch carrying a large wicker basket. He had been preparing this date as soon as he saw Hart in the library. He would have to make this day last. He walked through the gates and glanced at his wristwatch. It read a quarter 'til ten. He would have plenty of time to set up. He had run down to the kitchens and requested some of his favorites and even bribed some of the elves to cook up somethings Estelle had asked for when visiting.

He set off towards a rather shady part of the field. There were few clouds in the sky and the late spring breeze swept along the woodsy aroma of the outdoors. He set the basket on the ground and tapped it twice with his wand. In an instant the contents were in place. A large quilt lay on the grass and the late breakfast meal was set. He sat down and the awaited Estelle's arrival.

Estelle tugged at her skirt, wondering what had possessed her to wear one. She had enough of skirts after wearing one as her uniform, yet here she was, wearing a brown skirt, tickling her knees, making her both amused and irritated. She slowly walked down the steps, making her way to the entrance to Hogwarts, stretching out slightly, still not completely awake. She was not sure what Romulus had in store for her, but she hoped someone that they could get it over with quickly. Now that her embarassement and regret had washed away, she felt it replaced with spite and annoyance that this boy would be so damn persistant.

The cool breeze hit her as she stepped outside, the grass tickling the exposed part of her feet, the blades brushing at her ankles. She could see the Quidditch goal posts in the distance, and she pressed on across the grounds. There were a few days left in the school year and the last thing she wanted to be doing was going on a date with someone she would just as quickly forget.

She approached Romulus, noticing a blanket spread out across the grounds, and right away a array of scents greeted her. "A picnic, Silvia?" questioned Estelle, pursing her lips slightly. "I can't give you points for originality, but..." she bent down, near to where Romulus was sitting "...it does smell good. What did you bring?"