Y/n observed silently as Tom didn't bother looking at the menu, confused as to why he was just grumpily looking out the window.
"Are you getting something?" She asked, catching his immediate attention.
"No." He pursed his lips and crossed his arms over his chest, looking very uncomfortable.
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, which where filled in with pencil, as she tried to figure out why he had such a blunt tone. Er, blunter tone.
He's an orphan you buffoon! He doesn't get money for school.
Y/n cringed. She had pulled him into a (decently) expensive restaurant, one that took wizard money no less.
"I'll be back in a moment." She stood from her seat, smiling as she walked up to make her order.
"Excuse me, I'll have two ButterBeers and two pumpkin pasties please!" The man behind the bar nodded and walked off to get her order while y/n pulled her money out.
The restaurant/bar was busy, but not as busy as usual. Most people went straight to Honeydukes, but in this case it seemed a lot more people went to the Hog's Head at the outskirts of the village.
Guess it was the prime spot to hang out at this time.
Y/n hands the money to the bartender as he places a tray with her order on the counter top.
"Thank you!" She beams, grasping the metal tray by the handles and making her way back to where Tom was sitting.
He was sitting in the same position, though now he was looking out the window with a distant gaze.
"Here ya go!" She says softly, placing the tray down before seating herself again, smiling as he looks at the tray, eyebrows furrowed as he frowns.
"I told you I didn't want anything."
Y/n shakes her head while smirking.
"You said you weren't getting anything, not that you didn't want anything." She drops her smirk. "I pulled you in here without taking into account you might not have money with you so the least I can do is but you a drink."
Tom scoffed, leaning farther into his chair. He desperately wanted to lie and say he did indeed have money, but then there was the chance that she would ask him to pay it back, and he obviously doesn't have any.
"Just take it." Y/n sighs. "I already paid so there's no point wasting it." Tom exhales deeply and sits up straight again, grasping the glass mug of Butterbeer by the handle and taking a sip.
The cold liquid sent a warming effect through his body, surprising him greatly.
He glanced up, his lips still on the mug, only to see y/n using a spell to heat her own drink up.
He furrowed his brow and pulled out his own wand, casting a spell and hearing his drink before sipping it once again.
There was no difference in taste, but the previous warming sensation had increased tenfold and made his ears heat up.
He set the mug down, not sure how he felt about the drink, staring at the golden liquid that had a layer of foam on the top. It almost looked like Guinness beer from the muggle world.
A small laugh caught his attention. He looked up in confusion to see y/n grab a napkin and reach over to wipe the foam moustache above his lip.
"Word of advice," she snickered, watching his face heat up. "Don't grow any facial hair." Tom scowled, snatching the napkin and swatting her hand away, finishing the job himself.
The two of them spent their time in The Threebroomsticks in mutual conversation, not talking about anything in particular, just boring small talk.
"Who are you?" Tom asks suddenly, staring intently at y/n who now looked confused.
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Tommy, I'm y/n l/n." She sighed. "I'm just your average witch."
He scowled at her answer, not accepting it.
"Your outfit suggests other wise, your behaviour suggests otherwise, your personality, everything about you suggests otherwise." He pauses, letting what he said hover in the air for a moment. "The way you make me feel suggests otherwise, every time your around I start getting symptoms of some sort of sickness!"
Y/n's heart pounds in her ear as she smiles sheepishly, figuring now was the time to end their date.
"Well, would you look at that." She points at the clock on the wall. "It's one o'clock, times more than up."
