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Post by Dea on Jul 27, 2009 15:28:17 GMT -5
Jesus. What was wrong with people?
You walk down the main street and they pelt you with snowballs. Brilliant. Trudging through the snow, slowly, but surely, she made her way in the general direction of the Three Broomsticks. Ah. Thalia could see the light from the windows. And ah. She could see people being thrown out. How beautiful. She probably had snow in her ear or something. She was nearly there. She was freezing could. She sped up. And slipped on a icy patch. Looking around and pretending nothing happened, she quickly made her way inside.
Immediately, the warmth hit her, along with the smell of many bodies jammed together and alcohol. Looking for an empty seat, she quickly seized one before any one else could. She was supposed to meet her brother. He probably wouldn't turn up. She didn't really care, she got used to it. She'd just have someone else come sit with her. No big deal. [/size]
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 28, 2009 12:18:16 GMT -5
He had no real reason to be in Three Broomsticks, hell, he really didn't have a reason to be in Hogsmeade all together so why was he here? The tall lanky sallow skinned young man supposed it was the product of the day before. The event that caused him to take leave of Hogwarts for some cooling down time. He was tired of getting picked on, why was it always him? He sighed, it didn't matter, he wouldn't let it get him down, he refused to be the victim.
Severus Snape was sitting at a table, with all these people he was lucky to find a place to seat himself. Looking around, his black seemingly vacant and curiously flat eyes found a few faces in which he was familiar with, not that he would strike up a conversation with them but he was keeping tabs. It payed to be observant anyhow.
A few moments later after a man left the seat just opposite of him, another familiar face came in and seatly herself in a swift manner. Snape's eyes watched her, studied her, analyzed her movements, gestures, expressions as if she were a specimen that he was scrutinizing and taking notes on, but it was in a detached manner that he did this and this too was curious. "What are you doing in Three Broomsticks"? Came his inquiry in a sneer.
ooc// I decided on a short intro so that I could just jump on in there. :3
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Post by Haine on Jul 28, 2009 12:34:22 GMT -5
Boredom didn't suit Gideon. It never had. Usually when something wasn't meant to suit him, it just never occured. Like Auburn hair. Most of his family had it, yet not him. Can you actually imagine Gideon with red hair? Neither could he. But Sadly, Boredom wasn't like that. Boredom was a whole new level - completely unavoidable and pretty much impossible to get rid of.
Upon first arrival, Hogsmaede is brilliant and opens up a whole new world of possibilities. Plus it got you out of the castle grounds for one day a month. Everyone clearly looked forward to the prospect. Yet after a few years of this, you begin to realise how little there actually is to do here. Gideon had noticed it now.
It was probably boredom that had lead him into the Three Broomsticks, or it could just be that he was merely tired of getting pushed into things by rampaging third years every five minutes. Both reasons could easily pass as the answer. Ordering a butterbeer, Gideon used this time to look at what type of wierd and wonderful people were in the building today. Sadly nobody interesting... except a Gryffindor that Gideon faintly recognised... and Snape. Perfect.
Gideon quickly paid for his butterbeer and started to walk over to the two were. "Tsk Tsk Sevvy-boo, that is certainly no way to make a good first impression, now is it?" He scolded with a grin before turning to the girl. "My name's Gideon Prewett. Might I join you?"
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Post by Taylor on Jul 28, 2009 12:37:23 GMT -5
Looking around frantically, she was getting annoyed. She was already in her clean jeans and sweater, but where was her wand? Looking around annoyed, she had an idea. Getting down on all fours, Francesca crawled over to her dorm mate's cat's bed. Pushing the cat off, she received a small scratch on her arm from the feline. Sighing, she grabbed her wand quickly and fixed her scratch with it. How she hated that freaking cat.
Her dorm mate was playing Elvis Presley all night, which she finally got on 'silenco'. Wow, that really got annoying. Walking out of the dorm, and all the way out of the castle, she realized it was snowing. Smiling, she hopped onto a free Hogsmeade horse pulled cart, it started to move quickly. Putting her wand in her pocket when she arrived to Hogsmeade, she rushed into the closet place, The Three Broomsticks. Entering, it was rather warm. But the turn down, tons of drunk guys.
Soon, a guy around twenty walked up to her, placing his arm around his shoulder. Francesca pulled away, slapped him, disgusting. Now, she would have allowed that rarely, with someone she really knew and liked. But that was just disgusting. Looking around, she hated the smell of fire whiskey.
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Post by Dea on Jul 28, 2009 12:45:39 GMT -5
Oh. Pleasant. Snivellus. Wow, that name was catchy.
"Well, Sniv, I'm supposed to be meeting my brother. But. It seems he did have to see to something at his work' - Woah, nice excuse- 'and couldn't make it. So it seems I'm here. Problem?' She knew she shouldn't have said that. He was a year older and probably a lot better at hexes than her. But he wouldn't in such a crowded place.
And then, there was...Gideon?
"Of course, Gideon. Sniv is no fun."
And it seemed Cess was unfortunate enough to walk through the middle of one of those drunken throngs.[/size]
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Post by Becca on Jul 28, 2009 12:47:02 GMT -5
Ah the Three Broomsticks, Nex wasn't sure why but she enjoyed visiting the place, and as long as she hadn't eaten to many sugary objects that day she tended to have a good time. That was possibly due to getting compliments from random adults whom had drunk a bit too much, sure they were drunk but it fed her ego and that’s all that mattered really.
Sporting hair that was streaked in different shades of blue, purple and pink that day she entered the inn and looked around, as usual the smell of butter beer and fire whisky was thick in the air she smiled and went to order a butter beer before even checking if there was anyone she knew here or even any seats.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 28, 2009 13:01:43 GMT -5
"It's none of your concern Prewett. And I'm not one to be worrying about 'first impression'. Narcissists like you however..." He trailed off for he figured he got the point of what he was trying to say. What Thalia said next irked him in some way. No fun, him? He was no fun? He had loads of fun, especially with Avery and Mulciber. But of course they wouldn't know that he thought sourly, but his visage revealed nothing. He wanted to prove them wrong, this started Severus, why on earth would he do that? He had nothing to prove.
Rejection.
The word echoed in his head and he realized then why he desired to do so; Snape just wanted to fit in. A twinge of sadness caught him but with his mask on no one would noticed the change of emotion he felt within. No, this was not the time to feel sorry for yourself you stupid git he thought, determined not to become the victim of self pity or anything of the like.
"You're right Gideon. I'm sorry." Severus said quietly, his eyes looking from one to the other while they revealed sincerety. Inwardly he felt trepidation for this move, it could backfire badly but he was curious, he wondered how the others would react in quiet panic. He often tested boundaries and things of the like but this wasn't something he did too often, nor was apologizing, but he had to know, had to know how they would accept him if he 'played nice' despite hin being convinced that no one deserves his kindnes except for Miss Evans, but that was another story...
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Post by Taylor on Jul 28, 2009 13:03:51 GMT -5
Francesca looked around, annoyed. Then she saw Thalia, oh, she knew her. And there was Severus and some other guy. Walking up to them, she smiled. Looking to Thalia, she sighed,"I swear, one more drunk guy touches me and..ugh. Anyways, Hello Severus, Thalia. ". She had given up with Thalia's cat, she really didn't want to mess with it. Looking to the boy she didn't know, she introduced herself,"I'm Francesca Arlington, Ravenclaw.".
Then a guy dropped his drink, fire whiskey pouring everywhere. Rolling her eyes, she flicked her wand, muttering,'Reparo.'. The liquid and glass flew back together, landing on the counter neatly. "Hm." Cess said with a nod, then looked back to the group.
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Post by Dea on Jul 28, 2009 13:06:55 GMT -5
Sorry? Had...Had Snape just apologized to someone?
Snape. Apologized. Woah.
Thalia raised an eyebrow skeptically, a move she'd been practicing.
She almost felt sorry for Snape. Momentarily. Maybe he was...trying to make friends? Then she was back to her normal self. No, of course not. Avery and Mulciber were friends enough. She'd had friends who'd...met them. They'd shortly after gone to the hospital wing. Snape was...sort of friends with those people. He deserved no remorse or pity.
"Hello, Cess," she greeted. Time for someone else to arrive. Snape was just not who she wanted to spend her Saturday with.[/size]
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Post by Haine on Jul 28, 2009 13:32:23 GMT -5
Narcissist? Gideon was a lot of things, cocky, obnoxious, occasionally self centered... yet never a narcissist. "Oh, so we're on last name basis are we? Okay then Snape, here's a little lesson for you. Good first impressions are generally needed to make friends. I know that's hard to believe, yet it's true. And I am most definitely not a narcissist. Are we clear there?" He asked through gritted teeth. This was preventing him from saying something a lot more obscene or 'YOUR MOM'. Tempting, but no. If he did, then Gideon wouldn't be making the greatest of first impresssions now, would he?
Gideon then turned to face Thalia and smiled, taking the empty seat next to her. "Sorry about that. So whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
His attention was once again captured by another girl, who appeared to already know the other two. Once again, Gideon vaguely recognised her, this time just because she was in his year and house. "Nice to meet you. I'm Gideon Prewett, Ravenclaw. Seventh year I presume?" Gideon spoke with the standard reply. When talking to someone new for the first time, everyone pretty much announced their name, house and year in the first few sentences. The other person would respond in the same way and usually ask a question that they probably already knew the answer to. It now seemed like such a boring routine, and Gideon's voice held little interest. He smiled anyway, just to keep up appearances.
His eyes then wandered away from Francesca to another girl who had just entered, probably with the most interesting hair colour(s) that Gideon had ever seen. If the conversation didn't go anywhere, Gideon would probably try and catch her eye later. Then... then the most astounding thing in the world happened. Severus Snape apologised. To him. And even sounded and looked sincere. What was the guy trying to do? Give Gideon a heart attack? "Don't apologise to me, apologise to her...Thalia was it?" He said cautiously, having caught her name when she was speaking to the Francesca girl.
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Post by Dea on Jul 28, 2009 13:37:18 GMT -5
"Yeah. Thalia. Wintringham. And no need, Sniv. I'm sure it was nothing intentional." Of course that was a lie. But oh well. Not worth spilling Butterbeer or breaking arms over.
Nex had entered. Multicoloured hair. Nice touch.
It was then Thalia realised she hadn't bought anything. Oh well. She was too lazy to make the trip over to the bar, anyway.[/size]
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 28, 2009 13:49:04 GMT -5
No reaction from Thalia. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Gideon responded but he was more concerned with the other. A snarl threatened to surface along with a string of insulting and chiding words but Snape held them back by biting his tongue, something which went unseen to the others.
“Crystal.” Severus said in a calm tone towards Gideon. His face showed nothing of malice or anger, nor vexation, but still the quiet sincerity that was revealed in his obsidian eyes. Prewett’s next set of words almost brought Severus over the top. Inside he was berating himself for putting up with such foolish nonsense. “I was Prewett. To both of you actually.” The greasy haired teenager replied coolly. Snape’s eyes flicked over to Thalia as she now addressed him. Sniv. That pet name was derived from Snivellus; complements of Potter. His hand (which was under the table and on his lap) balled into a fist momentarily. “I apologize. I’m not one for positive first impressions.” He mumbled with a hint of embarrassment before he looked elsewhere.
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Post by Taylor on Jul 28, 2009 13:56:11 GMT -5
"Yes, seventh." She said with a nod. Then she felt arms wrap around her waist from behind, she stiffened. Frowning, she pulled out her wand, pointing it to the person behind her. "Confundo, Petrificus Totalus." She whispered, not caring if the people around her heard. Turning around to see the person fall, and also confused. Turning back around, she heard Thalia say Sniv. Looking at her with disappointment, she stood up straight. "He has a name, you know. It's not 'Sniv'.".
Now, she was probably going to get the 'are you crazy?' looks, but she didn't care. Severus had never done anything bad to her, so she didn't give a damn if he did things to other people.
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Post by Becca on Jul 28, 2009 13:59:25 GMT -5
Nex didn't have to wait long for her butter beer to be placed in front of her, taking it and turning around she recognised Thalia, Francesca and Severus... she felt rather guilty for her comment in the courtyard recently, it was rather stupid of her to say it.
She walked over and noticed someone she hadn't seen around before, "Hey, do you mind if I sit here with you guys? This place is full" she said smiling slightly. She had a sense of foreboding with this table but she knew the people there so she just prepared herself for anything bad that could happen.
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Post by Haine on Jul 28, 2009 14:16:15 GMT -5
Yup, Snape was definitely trying to give Gideon a heart-attack. That was the only reason that he had agreed with him and apologized twice. Not to mention the lack of the words 'Impudent little child' and 'Idiot'. Gideon's expression softened slightly, morphing into one mixed with suspicion and confusion. "But like I said.."Gideon said carefully. "You haven't done anything to annoy me, so there's really no need to apologize. Just something to work on, I guess?"
Hmm - Random hair colour girl was coming over to their table. Once again she seemed to know everything else... but him. It was kind of obvious why - Gideon usually just kept to his friends and the odd girl or two. He'd never been interested in meeting loads of new people. Ah well- that seemed to be changing tonight.Shame though - She didn't even acknowledge him. It didn't stop him, Gideon still winked when they finally made eye contact. "I'm afraid that I don't know you - Gideon Prewett, seventh year Ravenclaw. And you are?" Ah yes. "Nice to meet you, Thalia Wintringham."
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