This thing called a date.... ( Tag: Mary)

( Look in the spoiler :)

Gerard sat at the table slightly a white flower he held in his hands tightly as he waited for Mary... His date. Gerard was unsure, a little bit skeptical when Cazz mentioned her but interested in all the things that were told to him he just had to give it a chance. Looking down at the table cloth he picked at a random strand of loose thread. He was nervous, something that never happened. Setting down the white daisy on the table he lifted his sleeve looking down at his watch. 'I have been sitting here way to long... Why do I always end up coming so early.' Letting out a sigh he looked at the door just watching it.

Mary paused outside the door to the restaurant to brush off her skirt, finger comb her hair, and take a deep breath. She must be nuts, going on a blind date.

(How does she know what Gerard looks like?)

( I got this calm down :D)

A waiter stood by the door looking at Mary threw the window before slowly opening it up and saying in a heavy Italian accent. " Mizz... Black?" A questioning look crossed his face for a moment while he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" She asked, a little taken aback at being spoken to through a window.

"Thank you." She smiled kindly and stepped inside, following the waiter. Cazz must have set this up or something. She wondered if this American boy knew what she looked like. Wait, did she even know his name? Did she forget his name, or did Cazz never even mention it? Gah, not good. She twirled some hair around her finger for a moment, before realizing what she was doing and holding her small purse with both hands to stop herself. Now was not the time for nervous habits.

"Er, you too." She smiled and shook his hand before slipping her purse strap over the back of her chair and sitting down. He did have a cute American accent. "I'm Mary, as I'm sure you've guessed, but, I'm sorry, I can't remember your name." She grinned sheepishly.

"Gerard's fine." She smiled. For lack of something to do, she spread her napkin on her lap and looked at the menu.

(What kind of restaurant is it? Judging by the decor, Indian or Thai?)
(Also, in the UK, Gerard is pronounced 'JEHR-ard' and not 'jur-ARD'. It helps me switch accents in my head for the different characters.)

(what ever you want it to be. Thank you.)

"Mary right?" he wasn't really sure as to say past this point as well. For a moment he stared down at the table cloth in thought. "Read anything good lately."

"Yeah. Oh, mmm..." She thought for a moment. "I practically live in a library, so..." What had she read recently? A book on memory charms and their effects on high-profile wizards such as Gilderoy Lockhart and Neville Longbottom. A "tell-all" by Scorpius Malfoy. A muggle book on reading body language. One on how to be an entrepreneur, maybe she should lend that one to Cazz to help with Deja Vu.
"Recently I've read, mmm, 3 or 4 books that deserve passing along. All non-fiction. Interested?" She asked.

"Oh, War and Peace, that's been on my 'To Read' list for quite a while. Well, recently I read a book on the damage a poorly-executed memory charm can do, such as Augusta Longbottom's attempt on her young grandson, or Gilderoy Lockhart's backfired spell. It was, er, When Memory Charms Go Wrong by Sasha Tippet."
It probably wasn't the best idea for her to read that book, being anxious with memory spells already.

(The bit about Neville's Grandmum using a memory charm on him is just a bit of fanon I've added to my head-canon.)

"I'll have a Shawarma wrap, then, and 2 colas." She smiled and handed the menus back to the waiter.
"Of course. I'll bring your drinks right away." He left swiftly.
"We were talking about books, I believe?" Mary asked Gerard, smiling.

"What type of fiction?" She asked, smiling. "Fiction written by muggles? Written by witches or wizards? Young adult fiction? Mature fiction? Science fiction?" She could probably rattle off a few more different types of fiction, but she figured she had more than covered the basics. "Let me know if I talk too much, I tend to go on about books."

"Mmm. Historical fiction tends to bother me if the author didn't do their research. What I like about fiction in general is that the stories matter, they make you think, even though you know it didn't really happen. It's a very good way to make a point and have people continue to think about it." She stopped before she began to ramble or rant. "What about you?" She asked.

"I'm not worried about zombies." Mary smiled, waving a hand dismissively. "We know how to deal with zombies, and apart from Inferi, I doubt they exist. What I'm more worried about is when the robot singularity happens, or aliens contact us." She grinned crookedly, wondering if he thought she was joshing or serious. Her eye caught their server, but he didn't have their soda-pop yet.