If I’m going to get broken up with, I don’t want it to be on the day before my anniversary, so I’m getting this one out of the way first. But it’s actually not so bad. Cho gets vilified a lot in the books, but let’s be honest: she was a teenage girl. None of us were good at dating when we were teenage girls. I’m still not good at dating now.
To replicate Cho’s idea of a good date, I take my boyfriend to a frilly, girlie tea shop. He is the only man there, except for a peeved-looking dad in the corner who is obviously supervising a birthday party. I expect my boyfriend to hate it, but he’s too distracted by the huge slices of cake with cream to care.
To make the date more Cho-y, I try to show how full of feelings I am by crying a bit, but I discover that it’s really hard to cry when you’re full of delicious cake.
Overall, I call BS on how much Harry hated Madam Puddifoot’s. Do you hate cake, Harry? Are you even human?
