|
|
Post by Severus Snape on Jul 28, 2009 14:37:50 GMT -5
Severus’s gaze snapped to another figure. She had defended him. How odd. This was enough to make his fingers twitch in a small uncontrollable spasm. She had defended him. He didn’t know what to make of it and almost broke. When feeling uncomfortable or if he felt threatened (which in a way he did) he would jab and sneer, and jest and insult cruelly to whomever he found in attempt to secure himself on some way.
He then analyzed Gideon’s visage and gauged his reaction after he had finally dared to look his way again. He seemed dubious, and he couldn’t blame the lad for he would’ve been too if someone was acting out of character. “I suppose so.” Snape replied before his attention was snagged by the new appearance of people. This place was becoming too crowded for his liking and was tempted to leave but he had to continue this, had to continue on with his test. Things were becoming intriguing, he compared it to a book and he wished to continue on to see what happened next.
|
|
|
|
Post by Becca on Jul 28, 2009 15:26:36 GMT -5
Nex noticed the wink from Gideon and frowned for a second, feeling her ego inflate 50 percent
"Oh I'm really a dude... dude" she said with a serious look on her face sitting down.
Hoping a little it would scare him of, if it didn't well that was just interesting.
"Hullo Thalia, hello Severus" she smiled politely as she sat down, butter beer in hand. "And hey Francesca" she greeted the ravenclaw whom just petrified some random person behind. Nex made a mental note not to annoy her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Taylor on Jul 28, 2009 17:20:35 GMT -5
Francesca looked at Nex, cocking her head. "Um.." She said, looking at Nex, but then moved her eyes down, not to be rude. Then she heard the greeting, looking back up, smiling, "Hey.". She remembered the first time she had met this girl, oh how Francesca was freaked out about it. So the whole exotic hair colors annoyed her.
Looking to the waiter who was at the counter, she ordered a water. No, she didn't drink fire whiskey. Why loose your self and go crazy? It really wasn't her thing, at all.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dea on Jul 29, 2009 9:09:09 GMT -5
Why did he bother in here, anyway?
He should have just gone to Honeyduke's, or just...stayed at Hogwarts.
There really wasn't loads to do.
Maybe he could just slink out unnoticed.
"DAMMY!"
Crap. The She-Devil had spotted him.
The one, the only, the evil...Thalia Wintringham.
Okay, so maybe she wasn't evil. Just...Mentally deluded? Unstable? Crazy?
Unfortunately, he could do nothing. Stupid mothers. They had to just be friends with the people who had crazy daughters.
Eh well.
He grimaced.
Thalia stood up and wove her way through the throngs of people to Damocles. Really, he wasn't such a bad guy. She grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the group of people.
Crap. There was no way out. He must rise against this and...Hey, that was Gideon. He knew him. Well. More, he knew his favourite swear words, thanks to Phil.
"This is Damocles, people who don't know him!" Thalia introduced, annoyingly chipper. Damocles tried to smile, but it turned to more of a grimace. And was that Severus?[/size]
|
|
|
|
Post by Haine on Jul 29, 2009 10:29:37 GMT -5
She was a bloke? Well that certainly put a hell of a damper on things. Gideon still looked bemused while pondering whether or not he wanted to continue this game. In the end. Gideon decided that he might as well, it was fun. Plus by morning Gideon would probably have convinced himself that he'd dreamt all this.
"So dude or not, you can at least tell me your name."
Now of course, his tone was just friendly.
Gideon grinned, watching Damocles Belby being dragged through the crowd to their now crowded table by Thalia. "Aww, someone doesn't look a happy bunney, do they Damocles?"
ooc//Crappily short.
|
|
|
|
Post by Dea on Jul 29, 2009 10:56:03 GMT -5
No. He was not a happy bunny. He was more of a tired, confused, and maybe just a smidgen annoyed, Blast-Ended Skrewt. But oh well.
"Didn't sleep great, Gideon. Between you snoring and Phil's sleep talking..."
He'd just leave it there.
Ah. Damocles. No matter what he said, he liked her, thought Thalia. That's the only reason he hadn't walked out. He felt he had a semi-but-not-really brotherly duty to stay. That or he was just bored. But whatever. She liked the first reason better.
And then there was the awkward silence thing Francesca had going.
Thankfully, it was Damocles to the rescue.
"So...."
Yeah. Brilliant.[/size]
|
|
|
|
Post by Taylor on Jul 30, 2009 14:26:46 GMT -5
Francesca pulled a tall stool towards the group, placing her heel on a low bar and sat on the stool. Playing with her wand, twirling it around gently. Then putting in on her lap, her pale fingers went around the glass cup, lifting it. Taking a small sip from the tasteless liquid, she put it back on her counter. Looking out the window, she watched the extremely blurry snow whip around. Now she wanted a snow ball fight, she would probably ask that when the snow slowed.
Then she shrugged, pulling out some galleons for her pocket. Turning to the counter, she slid the galleons on it. "One hot chocolate?" She asked the waiter with a smile. Running a hand through her hair, she looked back to the group.
|
|
