Current mood:

worried

almost...
I just arrived at Dean's house this afternoon. It was odd traveling by Muggle car. Whenever we had ridden in dad's old Anglia, he had modified it so it was very roomy and comfortable, much more so than Dean's little black car. I had to wear a harness, which made me wonder just how safe it was to be riding with him in any car. His mum and dad are such nice people. His mum made us all dinner by hand. I just stood and watched in awe. I must've looked pretty silly, because Dean asked awkwardly if I wanted to see the rest of the house or just watch his mum cook. Neither of us really knew what to say to that, so we just sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the tiling on it. There was a brief conversation where I asked if the table was made by Muggles, and pointed out how difficult it must be to put all those tiles in nice rows like that without at least some sort of backup system if it looks all wrong. He didn't seem intrigued. I guess I just share dad's interest in Muggle artifacts. Besides, Dean was raised by Muggles so it must all be second nature to him.

After dinner (which was wonderful, by the way), Dean's mum suggested we walk to a nearby ice cream shop and get some dessert. So the two of us walked a couple of blocks over, he suggested the marshmallow sundae cone, so we both got those. We wandered around and talked a little. It was kind of awkward when the conversation died down because Dean and I haven't spent that much (or any) time together alone. After we finished our ice creams, he moved to hold my hand. We were walking side by side, so I saw his arm move, but I thought he was just pointing past me at something on the sidewalk. So I backed away from his hand so I could see what it was. I know, I know. How stupid can you be, Ginny?! Oh my. I felt terrible. I wish there was some way I could go to him and say, "Dean, I really did want to hold your hand. Really. I just thought you were pointing past me... at... something." But I can't do that! First of all, you can't talk to boys like that, or they'll think you're insane. (I have enough brothers to know that much.) Secondly, it sounds like a terrible, made-up excuse! Who just randomly points at the sidewalk without saying "Look!" or "Did you see that?" And it was such a perfect atmosphere too. The sun was just setting, so the sky was that gorgeous pale purple pink, and there was a park close, so the swings were silhoetted against it. There was even a light breeze to make the swings sway slightly. It was the stuff that just makes Hollywood romance scenes. But no! I had to go and think that he was just pointing at something. You are stupid, Ginny. You are going to end up living at the Burrow forever, because you will never get married if you keep this up!