My Names Lizzie Bennet

"You are completely wrong for me." It wasn't a good beginning, "I've been reminding myself of that at every opportunity. That you're family aren't particularly wealthy or powerful witches. That you're not stunningly beautiful," Lizzie hadn't been sure where he was going with this but didn't particularly like what he was saying, "Your younger sister is obnoxious and your mother overbearing, your older sister is too irritatingly polite," how could someone be too polite? "and your father likes trains far too much. I'm sure my parents are turning in their grave thinking about us together and I know for certain that my aunt would not be happy." He took a deep breath as Lizzie's scowl grew deeper and deeper, "But regardless of all of the reasons I shouldn't have, I've fallen in love with you Lizzie Bennet. So deeply in love that I cannot talk myself out of it."

Otherwise known as, when Lizzie and Darcy were witches and they were still emotionally awkward.