A Park Outside Of Diagon Alley

Max led Libby out of his apartment in Diagon Alley, and out near a small, old-fashioned looking park near it, with a beautiful wrought-iron gate. Think Mary Poppins!

He sat down on the edge of an old gray looking fountain, with a fish spitting water out of it's mouth on top of it. Max coaxed Libby over beside him.

He sat down a long deep breath, and he gazed up at the orange and purple, swirling, fluffy looking clouds, and at the constantly darking pink sky, where the tiny stars were beginning to come out, and sparkle down upon them.

Libby sat beside him, and stared up at the beautiful sky. She felt a wave of relaxation fly over her, as she rested her head on his shoulders. "It's very nice tonight," she said softly, kicking her legs slowly.

After a very loud pause, Max began to dig around in his pocket.

"Libby."

Libby dazedly stared at the sky some more, oblivious to his digging. "Max?"

He paused for another minute, and he said:

"How would you like a ring?"

"Oooh, I'd love a ring!" Libby grinned at him, completely missing the possible implications of his statement.

Max sighed in exasperation, but bit his tongue to hold back his anger. "I mean an ENGAGEMENT ring!"

"I'd love th--WHAT?!" Libby whirled so she could completely face him, her mouth hanging open in shock. She let this turn around in her head before asking again. "You WHAT?"

"You heard right!" he was grinning ear to ear, so pleased that he was able to shock her. From a small black box, he carefully took out the ring-a gold band, with a modestly sized diamond, surrounded by a tiny pattern of moonstones and pearls switching back and fourth.

He slipped it on her fourth finger, while teasing her. "It might be a bit too delicate for you."

"Oh my God this is beautiful!" she gasped, holding her hand up to her face and staring at all of the precious jewels. It was probably the prettiest thing she had ever seen. Her eyes welled up with tears--something that never really happened often. She had always tried not to cry. "I... I don't know what to say," she croaked out.

Max was still smiling that same bright smile at her. "There's no need."

Libby dabbed at the corners of her eyes, and took a deep breath, speaking quickly. "Max, howdoIknow that you won't... won'tcheatonmeagain?" She stared down at her lap, trying to avoid eye contact in case that radiant smile went away.

"Oh my god!" he shouted, in an exasperated tone, while throwing his arms up. "That happened like, five or six years ago! Can't we move on?!"

"Only three or four! And it still hurt!" Libby crossed her arms, staring straight into his eyes. "And I can't be too sure, okay?! I love you and all, but I don't want to marry you if you still act that way." She fiddled with the engagement ring, running her fingers across the diamond.

"Agh!" he sighed. "Libby, just get out of the past and move on. This is a new chapter."

"You're saying this because you're guilty, aren't you?!" she smiled. But without waiting for a response, she took his face in her hands, leaned in, and kissed him.

And he enjoyed every second of that moment, kissing Libby Brown, in that beautiful evening. <3

And she enjoyed every moment of kissing Maxwell Silva. Even if he was in a stupid Christmas tie. <3