Lee and Libby's first official 'Date'

[Lee Jordan]

25th December, 2000

Round about what Lee's flat consists of, but not too modern. Up the stairs is where his room is. =]
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It was a cold December day and Lee Jordan stood at his stove, stirring a pot of ingredients his sister had assured him would turn into something edible for a Christmas dinner. He had opted out of the typical family dinner and instead plucked up the courage to ask one Miss Elizabeth Jordan out. Finally, if you asked his sister, Martha. Libby was due to arrival any minute now, and frankly Lee was nervous. Why, he wasn't too sure. He wasn't exactly a lady's man, but he was a leper either. Except, except - there was something about Libby that made him go ga ga in the head when she was around. He could describe the feeling, but basically he turned into an idiot. He always wanted to make things right for her. She'd saved his nephew, and her family was horrid. Basically, Lee felt the utter urge to protect her, even though he knew little really about her. Her knew her family situation, and that she enjoyed singing along to the radio, though, when she thought no one was listening .

Yes, Lee Jordan had it bad for one Libby Moon, to put it simple. Which is why he'd hoped dearly that dinner would go right. They'd become great friends the last two years, exchanging letters repeatedly, and it'd only been recently, during a radio show Libby had begged him to allow her to sit in on, that he realised he was absolutely smitten with her. She'd taken to DJing easy as pie, proving to Lee that she was a survivor. She had more to her than a pretty face and nice bum - which if you asked Lee, her bum was very nice.

So here he was, making dinner. He'd already pre-order a goose, fit with the trimmings, from a restaurant, hours prior, slipping the already cooked bird into his oven and putting the dial on warm. All he had left to make was mashed potatoes, and stuffing.

Stirring his pot once more, Lee slipped his wand into his back pocket, and stepped back. He walked over to his sofa where the coffee table sat, in front of it serving as a makeshift dinning table had been set with a lovely maroon table cloth, two glasses of wine and a holiday center piece. Thank God for sisters, though, or poor Lee wouldn't have accomplished anything on his own. He paced for a moment, his dreads hanging down his back, and then sat.

She'd show up, right?

[Libby Jordan]

Libby had been pacing outside Lee's door, completely freezing for at least two minutes, trying to get up the nerve to actually ring the goddamn doorbell. Being friends with somebody for two years was comfortable but now it had all changed - they were going on a date. A real, actual date and that scared the bejeebers out of her because what if it ruined the comfortable routine of exchanging letters they had going for at least two years now?

Deciding it was now or never with butterflies practically going crazy in her stomach, she raised her knuckles to the door and knocked three times, tempted to knock out a little tune on the door like she usually did but refraining with much strength. She shifted somewhat uncomfortable as she waited for the door to be answered, looking down at her outfit and wondering whether it was the right thing to wear or not. She hoped it was - after all, she'd caught him looking at her bum once or twice and the dress she was wearing did wonders to it... or that's what a friend from Hogwarts said, at least.

((OOC: Sorry for the shortness, I promise it'll get longer though! )

[Lee Jordan]

Lee had begun to doze off, his head leaning against the back of his couch when a knock jolted him from his hazy dreams. He looked down at his watch, Libby was a few minutes late than the time he'd suggested, but the knock on the door didn't seem like it would have come from Libby, usually her knock was musically, so to say. Or rather loud and brash, just like she was.

Hastily, Lee stood, "one sec," he shouted, straightening out his jumper before walking over to the stove to check to boiling water and potatoes. The oven was still warming the goose, and things were going pretty well - for now.

Lee approached the door with a somewhat smile on his lips, pulling the door open, he smiled wide. This won't be awkward, he promised himself.

"Lib, come in," he told her, standing aside for her to come in, is eyes quickly washed over her finger and he couldn't help but notice just how damn good she looked.

"You're early," he lied, wondering if she remembered the time he'd given her. "So . . . " he trailed off, leading her in, even though she already knew where everything was. "I'm stil cooking the potatoes, but everything else is done . . . I'm going to beg for a reprieve if it's absolutely horrible, though. . . . I've never really cooked like this," he laughed, rambling on. He stopped himself for a moment and waited for her to catch up with him and his ramblings .

[Libby Jordan]

When the door was answered, Libby found herself greeted with the fabulous sight of Lee Jordan with his dreads hanging down his back - which, she had to admit, was a much better site than her own hair. She didn't miss the way his eyes swept over her body and she smiled a bit in spite of herself, a smile that dimmed as he lied about her being early. "Sorry, I..." Chickened out was not a good excuse in any respect. "Lost track of the time."

"Oh..." He'd never cooked before? Didn't he live by himself though? Out of all the qualities Libby liked in a man, being able to cook and provide for himself was up in the top ten, maybe even top five. "It's fine," she forced herself to say, shrugging off her jacket as he let her in - it was much warmer inside anyways. "You look nice... I mean, you look nice normally but you look even nicer tonight." She wondered if it was blatantly obvious that she didn't go on dates too often... in fact, her method of picking up guys was a lot more straightforward, like for example, 'Hi, I like your socks. Wanna shag?'

[Lee Jordan]

A feeling of elation passed over Lee as Libby met his smile, but her smile melted away all too quickly at his next words. Shit, he mentally kicked himself. Had he said something wrong? Usually dates weren't this difficult. It was hi, how are you. . . blah, blah, blah. But tonight, tonight. . .maybe he'd over thought this whole date thing? "Oh, it's no, don't worry about it, I wasn't quite ready yet anyways," he shut the door, after realising it was still hanging open.

Boy, if Freddie could see him not he'd be taking the piss out of him. But alas, Fred was . . . dead.

He didn't miss the way she'd said Oh, either. Two for two, wasn't he? "Yeah, dinner's this big aren't my specialty. My sister usually helps me when it's something like this. I can make a mean pasta, and great baked chicken . . ." which he could. Perhaps it wasn't the best, but he knew how to take care of himself, he wasn't a complete numpty. "But I wanted to try something different tonight, something more festive, and well . . . I guess we'll just see how it turns out?" he laughed nervously. She hated him, she hated him, she hated him.

And then she removed her jacket. Lee reached out to take it, his eyes trying to focus on anything else, but her beautiful svelt frame and her curves and . . .

It took him a small moment to realise she'd actually complimented him and he shook his head, a slight crimson colour creeping timidly into his cheeks, then abating quickly as he chuckled. "You look pretty damn good yourself, Moon," he smiled, a truly genuine smile, still waiting for her jacket.

"Would you like something to drink? I've got wine, water, and wine, and some more water - I may have a few butter bears hanging around, or some tea?" he asked, trying to contai his nerves.

[Libby Jordan]

((OOC: Outfit is here! BTW, sorry for short replies, I haven't got much of a muse for young!Libby it turns out!))

Libby felt so awkward it was ridiculous and she smoothed down the front of her dress yet again, eliminating any creases in the fabric as she shifted uncomfortably in her heels. "Oh, well... okay then," she offered, flicking her fringe out of her eyes. She almost wanted to blurt out right then and there that maybe it'd be better for them just to be friends, that it would be weird becoming lovers with somebody she considered to be so close, but it felt like saying that wasn't fair. After all, Lee deserved a chance to show her his romantic side, right?

She offered him a small smile, so remotely un-Libby-like that it was ridiculous. Libby would have just laughed it off and nodded but things were different now, right? Now that they were embarking on this 'date'? "Pasta's good... so's chicken. I told you that I, uh, want to start a cafe some day, right? I think I must have... um. But I do. Little sandwiches and lasagnas and cakes and stuff. That's what I want to do," she told him, before nodding slowly. "Yeah... yeah. We're trying something different. Sounds good. Nice. Lovely."

She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her and before she could help herself, her hand went up and her thumb dragged over his warm cheek. "You're cute when you blush, Jordan... I mean... this is just..." So awkward. She took her hand away, hesitating a moment before dropping it back to her side. She felt a smile starting to form on her lips at his rambling. "Wine would be good. Calm us down, I think... yeah?"

[Lee Jordan]

Oh,, Lee repeated internally, cringing at Libby's lack of enthusiasm for his apparent short comings. He'd meant to start the damn potatoes a half hour ago, but his nervousness had taken hold of him and he'd almost forget. But Libby had made it seem as if it was the worst thing in the world. He was trying, Merlin he was trying, but although he'd had a few girlfriends, and a few shag buddies, Lee wasn't entirely experienced in the love department. How could he tell her that he was trying his hardest without showing her how nervous he truly was? A part of him just felt like bloating out how awkward everything was, while another part of him struggled to take a firm grasp of control.

He shook his head a bit, a sly smile falling across his lips as he attempted to put on a confident front. His dreads eased down his back, flowing as he did; they'd grown so much after school. "Can I offer you a seat, love?" he asked as she gave him half a smile - a smile that truly looked like she was kind of pain. Was he that horrible? He beckoned to table he had set and gave her a smile once more. "You did tell me about your cafe," a few times, he finished in his head thinking of the words they'd exchanged. She was so enthusiased about the cafe, how could he forget? "I think it's a great ideal, actually. Get an owl shop round here in diagon, since it is a shopping district and the only place to eat is the leaky. It really is a great idea, and you know I'm here to help, whenever you need me, Lib," he said with honesty, giving her a small smile. He was being genuine and sweet, but Libby was still some what distant.

But the distant feeling slowed when suddenly she was touching his cheek. The red flushed brightly once more, and he looked at her, a small hint of lust flashing across his face as she dropped her hand. "Awkward?" he finished, his thoughts on the same wavelength as hers. "wrong . . . not going well?" he shoved the words together, before nodding his head at her words. "Wine, yes, wine it is," he said rather quickly before running off to fetch a bottle and two glasses. He came back a few moments later with two filled glasses, handing one to her.

[Libby Jordan]

Libby forced a small smile yet again, shifting somewhat restlessly from where she was standing and she didn't quite know what to say yet again as she noted the expression on his face... which changed a second later into one that she was a lot more familiar with and it helped her relax. She nodded a little. "Yeah... yeah, a seat would be lovely, thanks." She walked over towards the table, pulling out a seat for herself and sitting down - she didn't pay any mind to the fact that he may have wanted to pull out a chair for her because it was rare she ever went on a date with a gentleman.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, a little bit embarrassed as her cheeks warmed. "Well... I don't think I've ever really spoken to you about it outside of owls? It's my dream, basically." She leaned forward, looking more than enthusiastic about the topic. "It's a lot more... I wouldn't say practical but it'd be quite a bit different from the Leaky since it'd only be open until like 6 o'clock in the evening and you won't be able to order alcohol - just like tea and coffee and scones and all that cute little pastry kind of stuff." She returned the smile a bit more genuinely, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I'll be sure to take you up on your offer then!"

As the red flared even more in his cheeks, she grinned at the table for a split second or two before meeting his eyes, nodding slowly. "[is]So[/i] awkward! It just... I don't really know what to say, you know? It's like I'm fine when we're friends and talking but it feels like we won't be friends if we become anything more which kind of sucks because I like being your friend." As he returned with the glass of wine, she took a small sip before she remarked cheekily, "Oh my, Mr. Jordan, are you trying to get me drunk?"