The box with the $494 Givenchy shoes sat at Hermione’s side protectively. Along with it were seven other name brand shoe boxes and one very bored Ron Weasley, his stomach growling irritating her to no end.
“Ron can’t you sit quietly even without talking?” she asked him as his stomach gurgled yet again.
“What do you expect? You dragged me here before I could have a decent breakfast,” Ron muttered and rubbed his aching stomach.
“Fine, here,” Hermione grumbled herself and threw her purse at him. “There is a restaurant across the street. Go get something to eat and I will come find you in a little while.” Her mind, preoccupied on shoes, thought solely of making the provocation factor go away as quickly as possible and for as long as she needed.
“Thanks Hermione,” Ron said, truly thankful, and stowed the purse under his coat before walked outside. Once there, he took a deep breath, it felt so much better being outside of that damn shoe store.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked across the road to the buildings that lined it. There were two restaurants on the other side of the street from what he could see. One was a place called Oscar’s Italian Restaurant and the other was The Marina. Ron didn’t know which Hermione had meant and so picked the one that sounded best to his taste buds.
“The Marina it is,” he declared after an all too quick thought process, which basically just involved him salivating for the fish his mother always made on Christmas Day.
He crossed the road as quickly and as safely as he knew how and walked into the restaurant’s lobby to see a sign reading ‘Please wait to be seated.’ “Wait for what?” Ron wondered.
As he waited, for whatever it was that he was waiting for, Ron glanced around partially bored but curious. It looked like a pretty nice place from what he could tell, even had a fish tank; although it held the weirdest fish he had ever seen. “Do you like lobster?” A nicely dressed woman, whose shirt bore the restaurant logo, appeared next to him and offered to show him to a table.
“Sure I guess, never really seen one before,” Ron remarked as he followed her. He also wondered why he needed to be shown to a table, he could see them well enough from where he had been standing, however he kept that to himself. “Must be a muggle thing.”
“Well then you should try the Mariner’s Special, its really delicious,” the woman said as she handed him a menu and replaced the other place setting from across the table.
“Sold,” Ron said as he stared stupidly at the pretty faced hostess. She simply smiled back before leaving to find a waiter.
“So I hear you’re interested in the Mariner’s Special,” the waiter asked as he came up to Ron’s table, his ticket pad ready.
“The lady who brought me to the table said it was delicious so that sounds good to me,” Ron said, happy that he was finally getting something good to eat.
“And what would you like to drink?” the waiter asked pleasantly.
“Hmm,” Ron flipped through the menu looking for the drink list and caught a few prices. £15 for a steak dinner didn’t sound like very much but he admitted that he didn’t know much about muggle currency. “Eh, waters always good.”
“Alright, I’ll go put your order in,” the waiter smiled, took the menu, and then walked off to leave Ron alone in the strange muggle restaurant.
His stomach grumbled again but now he was preoccupied by the strange surroundings. There were odd oil burners on people’s tables that they kept dipping their food into and everyone seemed a bit over dressed to him to only be having lunch.
That’s when he noticed they were all looking at him funny. Everywhere he glanced they would quickly turned away and started murmuring. It really bugged him, so much so that he hadn’t even noticed the waiter drop of his glass of water.
“These people must be Malfoy’s kind of crowd,” Ron thought bitterly, but he wasn’t about to let that stop his appetite.
A salad and a basket of rolls appeared in front of him a few minutes later and he ate them all eagerly. Once he had finished the rolls, another basket was placed in front of him. “I didn’t order more of these,” he said to the waitress who had just set them down.
“They’re complimentary sir,” she said with a smile but still looked at him strangely. Ron wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but took it as a good think and ate two more rolls.
The main course appeared ten minutes later and Ron was eager to see what the woman had suggested. Yet when the plate was finally set down in front of him, he almost jumped out of his chair. “You cooked one of your pets?” he cried, staring at the lobster in front of him. It almost looked as if it could crawl off the plate and into his lap.
“Sir it’s a lobster,” the waiter looked at him confused, “we keep the tank out front so customers can pick which they would like to eat.”
“That’s really strange you know mate,” Ron muttered and settled back into his seat. He stared at the beady, lifeless black eyes of the lobster on his plate. There was just no way he could bring himself to eat something that was staring at him.
Slowly, he tried to reach up and grab one of the carrots that lay next to it but he just couldn’t do it. “Umm excuse me,” Ron stopped a passing waiter, “can I have a box or something to put this in?”
He figured Hermione would have better luck with eating a pet and couldn’t help but mutter as the waiter boxed up his untouched plate, “muggles are mental.”
Moments later, the first waiter appeared again and asked if he wanted any dessert. This caused Ron’s ears to perk up and he nodded eagerly. It was only after the waiter left to get a dessert menu that he wondered if anything on there would be staring at him to.
But thankfully the menu that the waiter brought back with him only featured delicious sweets that made Ron salivate. He ordered three different desserts, as he was still very hungry, and made sure that each one contained very different flavors.
When the three were set in front of him, he couldn’t decide which to eat first. His fork hovered undecidedly over the New York style cheesecake with cherries, the hot fudge sundae with extra hot fudge, and the caramel apple dumplings. Finally, Ron simply closed his eyes and dug in.
It was all so delicious that he didn’t stop until each plate was wiped clean. At last he could lean back in his chair and be content.
That is, until he heard a familiar voice, “three desserts? You’re such a glutton Ronald.”
Hermione took a seat across from him and the waiter promptly came over to take her order. “Nothing thanks, just the check.”
Ron could sense that she was upset about something but it didn’t become clear until the waiter laid the check down onto the table.
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