Sav was a little bit surprised when he saw who had bid on and won him. He knew the girl, she was a year younger than him but still in his house. He might not have known her well, but he was very aware of her. She was cute, and from what he knew of her, she seemed like she would be pretty much up for anything. He liked that. Sav wasn’t the type of person who could sit still for too long (unless he was eating, but even then at least he was doing something). The cherry on top was that she was a pureblood so not even his parents had anything negative to say about it when they found out. They always encouraged Sav to sign up for things like this, though he was sure they’d have a cow if one of his sisters tried. Their double standards were evident, but they were easier to overlook when they worked in his favor.

He spotted her and waved as he made his way over to where they had agreed to meet. “Your date-for-hire has arrived.” he teased as he approached her. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. How’s it going, Tia?”

Tia Monroe,

Sav didn’t mind a bit of teasing, not taking life so seriously made it all the more interesting. He preferred to leave the serious side of life at home, shut away behind the heavy stone doors of MacMillan Manor. At school he was carefree, playful, and fun. And Tia seemed to already be giving him a run for his money. Sav looked down when she started and spotted the bug on her arm. He would have instinctively swat it away if it had landed on him, but she seemed to admire it. He changed his perspective. “Good luck huh? Why’s that?” he asked, never having heard the expression before. But he’d take the luck. Though he rarely needed luck on dates.

Tia Monroe,

She explained that Lady Bugs bringing good luck had something to do with farmers and crops or something like that. Sav wouldn’t really know anything of that sort of thing so he just shrugged and nodded, it sounded reasonable enough for him not to really question. She then explained it was something that her mother had told her growing up. Sav smiled, he liked hearing about parents that were kind to their children rather than acted like drill sergeants. It was the type of parent that he wanted to be, one day, hopefully not anytime soon. “I mean I feel pretty lucky right now so I’m convinced.” he smirked. He was standing there with a pretty girl while the sun shone down on them, he couldn’t think of a better way to spend an afternoon.

“Well speaking of our great date - I have an idea.” he admitted. He nodded down to the lake and the peddle boats that some people were riding around on. “What if we rent one of those boats… but… can’t use magic to peddle them? Just do it the muggle way?” he wiggled his eyebrows. Some people would definitely not be up for that sort of thing, given that it was a decent little work out to actually make the boats move, and could be a challenge to steer them in the right direction. But he figured if anyone could do it, they could.

Tia Monroe,

Sav smiled, it was nice to talk to someone who took life as un-seriously as he did. Sure, he knew when the jokes were too much and he knew in what situations he needed to at least act like he cared, but this wasn’t one of those situations. In fact he couldn’t imagine any situation during the End of Summer Festival that would merit such a serious attitude. This was one of his favorite events ever and something that he looked forward to every year.

He gave a little chuckle at the idea that she might be too short to reach the peddles, “Are you actually or are you just trying to pawn all of the work off on me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in a playful way. Even if she was, he didn’t have any issue putting the work in to impress a cute girl. He was certainly fit enough for the challenge.

Tia Monroe

Savtaj gave an easy laugh. She was right, she was rather short. However, even if she couldn’t actually reach he didn’t mind. He’d gladly do all the work. Part of how he was raised was, in fact, to do all the work so the lady he was with could sit and look pretty. It was an honor to have a pretty wife who never had to lift a finger, at least as far as his parents and the people they were associated were concerned. If Sav did ever take a wife, he wanted her to be an equal. Someone who could keep up, or at least wanted to. However, when she suggested a race, the Gryffindor smirked. His legs were about as long as most of her body, but he was game. “Sure, let’s see how fast you are.” he nodded.

Tia Monroe,

The small Gryffindor girl was counting them down and starting the race before Savtaj even knew what was going on. He chuckled and bolted after her. She was right, even if she hadn’t said so out loud, her little legs did give her a surprising advantage and while the boy had caught up with her for a moment, he could only keep up the speed for so long before he found himself falling a few footsteps back. Sav was a distance runner, not a sprinter. That was more evident now than ever. “Okay okay, you win.” he admitted through uneven breaths. “I’ll pedal you around the lake, give you the full princess treatment.” he declared. He led the way over to the boat rental and secured their boat before getting in and offering his hand to help her in as well.

Tia Monroe,

Sav gave a breathy laugh as he continued to catch his breath. Her enthusiasm at having won made him smile. Sav tried to be a good sport and always took losses by congratulating those who won, but he couldn’t help the little comment that escaped his mouth at her obvious cheer. “Yeah yeah, rub it in, why don’t you?” he was clearly being sarcastic as he held the boat in place for her and then hopped in himself. He didn’t mind, in the grand scheme of things, him losing made his date happy, and in that sense he had won.

Sav chuckled as she fell into the seat. He kicked off from the dock and sat himself down a little more gracefully than she had, probably because he was used to keeping his balance on a broom. The boat wasn’t too different in some ways. He positioned his feet on the pedals and started them off on a turn around the lake. Her question caught him off guard. He didn’t usually talk about money and status with his dates unless they were arranged by his parents. “Suffocating.” he answered honestly. “Having someone critique your every move is exhausting. But at least I have some freedom at Hogwarts, and here at the festival.” he loved being away from his parents' prying eyes. And he spent as much time as possible away from his twin’s view as well, even in the castle. “What about you? What’s your family like?” he asked, not knowing much about her home life.

Tia Monroe,