Simon sat at a table in Sparks Bistro and Bakery, tapping his fingers gently on the table and humming to himself, emanating confidence, though he was really more nervous than he let on. He, like his father, was very self-assured, though Simon was much less sure of himself. Still, he did not know what could go on.
He had been crazy on the dating scene recently, and to find that he had even one weekend free had bothered him fully. He had been complaining about this rather loudly when a rather abrupt Gryffindor put him in his place and offered to find him a date if it would "Shut his bag, fat mouth." He had agreed and the girl, Jack Dyllan, had procured some Ravenclaw girl named Brienne.
Simon was well aware that he had a way of charming women, but he often forgot himself and felt his insecurities slip up. However, dressed in a nice button up and some new jeans, he did not know what he could be nervous about. He obviously looked good; what could go wrong? Hmm... The girl could ditch him.. He had not thought of that...
He forced his worries from his mind. All he had to go off of the girl was a rough description and he knew that Jack had given the girl the same. He wondered how quickly he would be able to recognize her, if he could at all. Although he was pretty sure the dog ears and tail may give it away...