Two dorks going on a first date. Closed to Namine

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[He did say they would go on a date and wile he had managed to decide what is going to go on, he was still rather nervous to say the least. Well on the bright side it's not like they were going to do anything they shouldn't, but still... a first date was still a big thing.

Leaving the Slytherin dorms after saying bye to Hikaru, he had started to make his way to the stairs to go up to the basement area. He had told her to wait for him close to the stairs to go to the main floor and he hoped that she was there right now.]

12 Flight is A Howler. At the big table in the front.

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[Great Hall, morning, interactions can take place after / later the day]

[It's been about ten days, since he had found out about Sousuke's shoulder having been cursed by his own father, and so far things have been peaceful in that regard. He's not naive enough to believe they will stay like that for long, but at least Sousuke is now really getting better, so he truly can't complain.

The first sign of a drastic dive downhill comes that morning, when he's enjoying his breakfast, and a hot black tea, along with the Daily Prophet, when the owls start streaming in, carrying the morning post. First there's nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would prophesize the dawning of the apocalypse, until a rather huge owl lands in front of him, presenting him with a red envelope.

He stares at it for a total of three seconds, before snorting loudly.]

No, really?

[There is but a single person, who could have sent something like this to him - fair, besides his mother, but he seriously can't think of anything that would have her angry enough at him right now, to do this - and he quickly untangles the smoking envelope from the leg of the poor creature, tearing it apart, doing his best to not look too amused.]

PROFESSOR HARADA!

It's coach, please.

[Sano quips, when the heavy voice, tinted with a distinct Japanese accent hollers, drawing the attention of the entire hall. Oh, he can barely wait for that rumor mill.]

AS I AM SURE, BASED ON OUR PREVIOUS CORRESPONDENCE, YOU ARE AWARE OF THE ISSUE, THAT PROMPTED THIS LETTER, I WILL CUT STRAIGHT TO THE CHASE. I AM SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED BY YOUR ACTIONS AGAINST MY SON.

Towards. The proper preposition is 'towards'.

SO FAR I HAVE THOUGHT VERY HIGHLY OF THE HOGWARTS PROFESSORS, BUT MY OPINION HAS DROPPED CONSIDERABLY, BY YOUR FAULT. YOU HAVE INVOLVED YOURSELF IN ISSUES, THAT ARE BEYOND YOUR COMPETENCE AND ABOVE YOUR JUDGEMENT, AND HAVE ALL BUT RUINED MY SON'S FUTURE. I HAVE SPENT MUCH TIME AND ENERGY INTO THE EFFORTS OF SECURING MY SON A GOOD FUTURE, AND I WILL NOT STAND SEEING IT GONE TO NAUGHT. I HOPE YOU ARE AWARE THAT THIS WILL HAVE REPERCUSSIONS. YOU WILL HEAR FROM ME.

SINCERELY,

YAMAZAKI-SAN

[The letter burns to ashes with the last cry, sending the hall into an eerie silence. Sano doesn't think it was ever this quiet in there, in the entire history of Hogwarts. Everyone, every single person is looking at him.

He tries very, very hard not to laugh.

In order to conceal his grin, he takes a big sip of his tea, giving maximum effort into controlling his breathing, so he doesn't snort the hot liquid right out. Ah, nothing like the feeling of getting under someone's skin, enough to receive a howler, to make your day. He's aware of the looks the headmistress is sending him and he knows he's five seconds away from getting his head bitten off, but he can live with that.

Bring it on, he thinks.]

So, you suppose I'll be looking for a new job soon?

[He asks no one in particular, smirk still too wide. Without any other word, he dusts the ashes off his newspaper, raises it, to hide his shaking shoulders and the all-too-amused expression on his face, and continues reading.]