Originally Posted by Aphrodite

“I’m glad to hear you say that, Evs. The first step to recovery is acceptance … I just don’t remember the others … or how many there are even.” He confessed with a chuckle. The first one was all that mattered anyway. Really though, she did have a bit of a problem, even if she did think he was just being stupid about the whole thing. Wes knew the truth, even if he was making a bit of a joke out of it.

“Plans don’t matter any more. They are changing. I’m sweeping you off your feet instead. I was going to have a party in the common room … but that really is pretty basic. The date will be more fun. You can throw your own party anyway … and it would be better than mine.” He pointed out. Wes didn’t have the touch for party planning. He never had. Evolette was better at it than he was. She was better at all things social. Wes would rather just be off by himself. He took in her pout for a moment, wondering if it really was that big of a letdown. Before her pout could get to him he looked away and ate a few more bites.

“You will get double presents though … just not double parties. Sorry. I’m not that social. I can do presents. I can do a date. But I can’t do presents a date and a party … not unless you are going to be hostess of the party. I could probably get some butterbeer into the common room though, if you wanted to do the party thing that is.” Wes offered. He knew that for Ev’s birthday he’d never get away with a less than magical party.

When she blew him a kiss Wes smiled in a manner that he hoped would be seen as bashful, and even went so far as to lift his fingers daintily to his lips -- as if he were delightfully embarrassed by her action. His face didn’t flush in the least, however.

“Maybe you should shake it up and wear the old shoes!” Wes suggested excitedly. At her suggestion that they stir up drama Wes lifted a bite of steak to his lips, and looked around the room, then shrugged. “I dunno we could involve the underclassmen or something … I’m a bit out of ideas though.” He confessed lamely. What ridiculousness was that? Pester the first years?