Miaoyu looked up from her seat, a slight smile tugging at her lips as Ji-woon approached. She took in his appearance—dressed nicely, clearly making an effort—and her gaze softened ever so slightly. So, this is the nervous mess...quite handsome, at least, she thought, recognizing the tension in his posture. It wasn’t the usual type of man she found herself around, but there was something endearing about how out of place he seemed.

When he spoke her name, she approached him and answered with a graceful nod. "That’s me. You must be Ji-woon," she said, her tone warm but with a hint of playful curiosity. Her eyes flickered to the bouquet of wildflowers he offered, and for a brief moment, her grin widened. "These are lovely, thank you," she said, accepting them gently. The flowers, with their simple beauty, were a nice touch—proof that he’d done a bit of homework, though his awkwardness showed he was clearly out of his depth.

"You’re off to a good start," Miaoyu teased lightly, giving him a wink as she sat back down. She placed the flowers beside her, letting them rest on the table as she motioned for him to take a seat across from her.

She could sense his uncertainty, the slight hesitation in his every movement. "Don’t worry, this is all just practice," she said with a kind smile, leaning forward slightly to ease the tension. "I’m not here to judge you. Let’s just have fun with it."

When he complimented her, she raised an eyebrow, the smirk returning to her face. "Why, thank you. You clean up quite nicely yourself," she said, glancing at his attire. "So, how are you feeling about this? Nervous? Excited? Ready to charm the socks off your fiancée?"

She leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she watched him. She wasn't shy to let him see how exposed her legs were, especially with her dress so high cut. This was supposed to be a mock date, but it wasn’t about making him feel inadequate—it was about helping him get comfortable with the idea. And if there was one thing Miaoyu knew how to do, it was bringing people out of their shell. She did it with Danae and Sena, didn't she?

"You mentioned this is for your fiancée, Soojin, right?" she asked, genuinely curious. "What’s she like? Maybe we can start there—figuring out what she loves and what makes her feel special. After all, that’s what dating is all about, isn’t it?"

Miaoyu wasn’t the type to do favors for anyone. In fact, she rarely lifted a finger for others unless she had a clear idea of what was in it for her. But recent... circumstances had made her reconsider doing her good deed for the day. Plus, with Sena and Danae off doing their own thing, she figured she might as well find some fun during the festival.

And that’s how she found herself glammed up as she was: hair curled and cascading down her shoulders, a sleek red dress hugging her figure and showing just enough skin to catch attention without being too scandalous. Her lips were painted a bold blood-red, and a gold necklace with a square-cut ruby pendant shimmered at her neck. She had clearly put extra effort into her appearance, determined to look her best for the task at hand.

Word had it that someone needed help learning the ropes of dating—how to treat a woman right. Miaoyu had graciously agreed to train this person, partly because being seen with him wouldn’t tarnish her image, and partly because she enjoyed the attention she’d get, even if it was just a "practice" date.

Sitting at Madam Puddifoot's, she tapped her long, manicured nail impatiently on the table. Normally, she’d be annoyed by being kept waiting, but this time, she made herself stay calm. Losing her temper wouldn't do her any favors here.

Finally, she heard footsteps approaching behind her. With a graceful turn on her heel—showing the precision of someone well-trained, in either dance or duelling, and she faced him. “Oppa, making a girl wait?” she teased playfully, stepping closer and looking up at him, her petite frame still short even in heels. She waited, watching him closely, to see just what she had to work with.

Thankfully, her reflexes were still on point as when the chunk of pies came at her, she lazily drew her wand and flicked it at the pie, vanishing it in mid air with a small incantation. She narrowed her eyes at Guy, before tossing her wand in mid air, catching it, and placing it under her robe again. "You missed,"  She sweetly stated, before eyeing Hokulani.

"Birds of the same feather flock together, should have expected less." The short woman moved to pull a chair though, uncaring that someone was occupying it, and that the same someone fell on their butt as she pulled it away from them and placed it in front of her, sitting on it and facing the competition.

And for some reason, Miaoyu found herself in the Three Broomsticks.

She got lost in the mess of people and ended up here, where there was a supposed pie eating content. Miaoyu had to idly wonder whether anyone in their right mind would compete in this.

And she was proven right. Because as far as she could see, only three idiots were competing. She let out a huff and watched them idly, looking at the Hokulani girl from face to foot before rolling her eyes, (And making sure, of course, that she saw.)

But nothing could have prepared her for the Poncho brought out by the other Hufflepuff girl. Brooks or whatever? She didn't pay much attention to other people. She squinted, tilting her head to the side as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.  Was that...

"Oh, Merlin." She let out a cackle, covering her mouth with a dainty hand. How absolutely atrocious. She couldn't help the rather mean-spirited giggle and laugh that came from her lips, turning her head away as her shoulders rose and fell. You really can't buy class.