"Hey, Glen, wait up!" Glen turned to see Calypso Carr running up behind him. He swallowed hard. Calypso was one of the most beautiful girls in his year, and he'd had a crush on her since they met at the sorting feast in their first year. Five years later, he still had a crush on her, and it seemed like she was finally starting to show an interest. They had become fast friends, and since the beginning of their sixth year at Hogwarts, they had become very close. Glen felt like he finally had a chance to be with Calypso.
"How's it going, Cally?" She beamed at the use of his pet name for her, which nobody else was allowed to use.
"I'm doing okay," she said, catching her breath. "Do you want to sit with me at lunch?" She smiled at him, unsuccessfully trying to hide how nervous she was, which struck Glen as odd. Not only was she a singularly confident person, asking him to sit with her, even if it was in terms of a date, didn't quite seem to Glen like something she should be nervous about. Being one of the prettiest girls in their year, Calypso could have any boy she wanted.
"Sure," he said, smiling.
At lunch, Glen and Calypso talked about everything from their classes to their roommates. Glen had the feeling that Calypso was skirting around something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Finally, near the end of the meal, he learned what she had been really dying to ask him.
"Glen, our next Hogsmeade weekend is coming up this week, and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me."
"What, you mean like a date?" Glen's head was reeling.
"Yeah," Calypso said tentatively, biting her lip nervously.
"I'd love to," he said, a grin splitting his face.
"Great!" Calypso looked like she had just had a terrific burden lifted from her shoulders.
"When should I pick you up?" Glen wanted to make the weekend as much like a date as he possibly could. He didn't want to just meet her somewhere in Hogsmeade, he wanted to actually pick her up, even if that just meant picking her up at the bottom of the stairs to the girl's dormitory.
"How about eleven?" They always left for Hogsmeade at noon, so that gave Glen and Calypso time to walk around the grounds a bit. Calypso loved the snow, and she took every opportunity she could to spend time outside when there was snow on the ground or falling.
"Sounds great, I'll see you then." Glen smiled at Calypso, and got up to go to class.
That Saturday, Glen got downstairs by 10:45 to make sure he wouldn't be late. He sat down in a chair by the stairs leading up to the girl's dormitory.
"You're up awfully early," said Hermione Granger, the Head Girl, who was sitting curled up in a chair nearby, with a book on her lap. "I usually don't see anybody down here on a Saturday before 11:30." Hermione only knew Glen through DA, primarily because he was singled out by Harry Potter several times as an example of the right way to do a spell. Glen had a special talent for making spells work for him, and he was one of the few people in DA who could do the spells that were being taught in Hermione and Harry's grade level without any problems. Calypso usually caught up pretty quickly, but Glen almost always mastered the spell on his first few attempts.
"I'm picking up Calypso," he said. "We're going to Hogsmeade together."
"Still a bit early, isn't it? We don't leave for Hogsmeade for over an hour yet."
"I know, but Calypso likes to walk in the snow, so we're going for a walk before we leave."
"That's nice," said Hermione, smiling. "I think it's great that you two are going out. I hope you have fun."
"Thanks." Glen smiled back, and as he leaned back into the chair, Hermione went back to her book.
"Say, Glen," said Hermione, looking up from her book again. "I'm really sorry you didn't make Prefect. I put in a good word to Dumbledore for you. I was hoping you'd make the list."
"It's okay," he said, shrugging. "I figured there were just two people in Gryffindor who deserved it more."
"That's a good attitude to have," said Hermione, nodding. "Still, I wish Dumbledore had taken my advice. I think you would have made an excellent Prefect."
"Thanks, I appreciate it." Glen smiled, and allowed Hermione to return to her book once more.
Just then, Calypso came down the stairs. She wore her warm robes over a dark green tank top and blue jeans, with her hair up in a ponytail. Glen stood up as soon as he saw her, and beamed at her.
"You look beautiful, Cally," he said to her as she took his hand.
"Thanks," she said, blushing. "You look very handsome."
"You look very nice, Calypso," said Hermione, smiling at the two of them standing together, holding hands. "In fact, you remind me a bit of Harry and myself last year. I hope you're as happy as we are."
"Thanks, Hermione," said Calypso.
"Thank you very much, Hermione," said Glen. "That really means a lot coming from you."
"Enjoy your date," said Hermione before going back to her book.
Glen and Calypso walked through the empty hallways, both of them a bit too nervous to say anything to the other. Occasionally, their gazes met, and they smiled at each other, but no words were spoken until they reached the doors leading outside. It had snowed all through the night before, and the entirety of the grounds was covered in a smooth white layer of gleaming snow. In fact, it was still snowing softly.
"Oh, it's so beautiful," breathed Calypso as they stepped out into the field of freshly-fallen snow. "I can hardly bear to walk in it," she said, stepping out into the snow carefully. "I love how smooth it is, how can I possibly spoil it?" She turned to Glen questioningly.
"It seems to me that it snowed just for you, just so you could have the pleasure of walking through it." Glen smiled at his new girlfriend. "I think you should be the one to walk in it first."
"You're sweet," said Calypso, squeezing Glen's hand. They walked out together onto the Quidditch pitch.
Glen had chosen the Quidditch pitch because it was rare anybody ever went there aside from during Quidditch matches and practices. Glen tended to visit it when he needed to be alone, to think. He would sit at the base of the stands and either allow his mind to wander, or think about whatever the problem may have been.
"This is where I go to be alone, when I really need to think," said Glen quietly, almost afraid to break the peace of the snow-covered landscape. "Wow," said Calypso, impressed that she had been privy to such a private place. She looked up at Glen, and touched his cheek. "You're cold," she said. "We should go inside."
"I'll be fine," said Glen, warmth shooting through his body at Calypso's touch.
"We should actually be heading back anyway," said Calypso, checking her watch. "It'll be time to leave for Hogsmeade soon, and we don't want to be left behind."
"If you insist," replied Glen. They turned back towards the castle, but Calypso stopped Glen for a moment.
"Glen, I'm already having a terrific time, and I just wanted you to know that I think you're wonderful." She pushed up on tiptoes and kissed Glen on the lips. Glen put his arms around her, and they kissed for a good five minutes.
"Well, I'm certainly not cold anymore," said Glen when they finally separated.
"I'm glad," said Calypso, blushing.
They walked back to the castle together, and paused once inside to brush the snow off their robes.
"You've got snow in your hair," said Glen, brushing it out.
"So do you," replied Calypso. "C'mere so I can get it out." Glen leaned down and allowed Calypso to brush the snow out of his hair.
They reached the departing area just as they were preparing to leave. They checked in with Professor McGonagall before they joined the rest of the group.
"Mister O'Kerry, Miss Carr, enjoy your day," said Professor McGonagall as they left.
Indeed they did enjoy their day. They had lunch at the Three Broomsticks, and spent the rest of the day just walking around in the snow. Glen felt truly happy, more so than he ever could have imagined. The girl he had been dying to go out with for years asked him out herself, and they had spent the day together, doing things they both enjoyed, and simply spending time together.
The next few weeks were heaven for Glen and Calypso. They went on several dates, did homework together, always sat together in meals and in class, and fell deeply in love.