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Emma was going to panic, no that is not right, she was already panicking.
“Emma, why don’t you invite the creepy werewolf that you are barely putting up with out on a date, this is your brightest plan yet,” she muttered to herself. “Just a few mor days, and I will be at Hogwarts where there is no Fenrir,” she continued. Emma was pacing back and forth across the floor of her room in Persephone’s house. She had made a bad decision, but if it worked out, her standing with Fenrir and his belief in what she had sed before will only get grater. She had asked Fenrir out on a date with her, well that is not the words that she put it in but nun the less that was what was happening. Two days previous she had not only made up her mind to play along with Fenrir’s game, but to start her own in a way. She was going to Play Fenrir using all the skills that he taught her. Her bright idea was to say “why don’t we do something together Fen, before I go back to school. I won’t be seeing you for such a long time once I am back at Hogwarts,” and now she was here.
She smoothed down the sides of her dress and looked in the mirror. “It will be simple, we aren’t even going to a wizarding restaurant so no one will recognize us,” she continued with her anxious muttering. “all that we are doing is going to a dam muggal Italian restaurant, what could go wrong.”
“Is my little rabbit nervous about the big bad wolf,” Emma herd from behind her. She jerked around and saw Fenrir standing in her doorway.
“we got to go. we need to leave right now,” Emma snarled. “I told you to be here 20 minutes ago, where have you been?” She stormed over to Fenrir and started to push him back the way he came from.
“you told me I had to wear a tie for whatever blastid thing you are making me go to,” he shot back. “do you think I own a tie, of course not.”
Emma stopped “you are wearing it, right?”
“of course, I am, though I am starting to miss when you were afraid of me so you wouldn’t dare push me around or give me clothing requirements,” he replied as he shucks off Emma’s hands and started to walk by his own volition.
Emma stormed off ahead of him and continued, “well I would have us apperate, but it is close and for all of my luck a muggal would catch sight of us once we appeared.” She stormed out the door leading the way for Fenrir. He had his hands in his pockets as he stocked off behind her.
“where are you taking me anyway,” Fenrir asked as they walked down the street. “It is clear that we are not going to anywhere magical.”
Emma turned her head to look back at him, “I guess that you will see, won’t you.” They continued in silence for a few mor blocks until they arrived across the street from the restaurant. Emma stopped and spun on her heal to look back at Fenrir.
“so, we are going in there,” she sed while point across the street. “This place is not magic, and there are only so many times that you can tell your waiter that you just saw a werewolf movie before they start think that one of us is crazy, so no magic or wolf talk, ok?
“this is not my first rodeo Rabbit,” he replied while crossing the street. “if I could not handle a few muggales, I would have been sent to an asylum a long, long time ago.”
Emma was hoping that Fenrir’s words were serious, and not like her Papa. At this point, there was nothing else that she could do. Fenrir grabbed the handle of the door and held it open for her, and she did not know if that was still him thinking that Emma was giving in and was going to become his mate, or if it was him playing along with the muggal thing. Once they went inside there was a desk with a person checking people in.
“do you have a reservation?” the worker asked them.
Emma stepped forward and replied, “yes, it should be under Emma as the name.”
“let me see…yes! Party for two, right?” the worker asked.
“That’s right,” Emma replied.
“your table should be ready in 5 minutes, please put your jackets on the coat rack over two the left and your server will be with you promptly,” the worker replied as he headed off deeper into the restaurant. Emma and Fenrir walked over to the coat rack and Emma hung up her coat, but she could not believe what she saw when she turned around. Fenrir was wearing suit pants and jacket, he was even wearing a tie, but he was not wearing a shirt. Emma just stood there Jaw wide open in shock as Fenrir hung up his coat and turned around.
Fenrir looked around is if he was confused at what he did wrong, or if Emma was looking at someone else, and then asked, “What is your problem Rabbit?” Just then the wader walked out to lead them to their table, looks at Fenrir, and drops all of their menus.