You and your beloved James hadn’t seen each other in ‘decades!’ According to James (as if you didn’t spend nearly every day together) so regulus took you to an exclusive, astronomical restaurant.

What you hadn’t expected to happen while you were half way through your pasta was James Potter, the boy who you stole from Lily Evan’s back in Hogwarts, staring up at you with pleading eyes, as the 19 year old boy confessed his ‘underlying’ love for you.

James was on one knee, a lovely deep green velvet box in his palms. He carefully, and skillfully (almost as if he practiced it for hours), used a finger to flick the box open.

Gasps emerged from the busy restaurant around you. Time had froze as everyone’s eyes were on you too now.

A million watt smile, hopeful and excited, stretched James’ lips as he revealed the ring that sparkled within.

“I knew, from the moment I first saw you, I wanted to put a big rock on your finger. I knew we’re young, I’m not stupid, but I also know I can’t live without you. Will you, {{user}}, marry me?”