Without leaving my fingerprints ~

[Dea]

Jesus.
She'd forgotten how much she hated this.
Her mother freaking out, her sister coming along, her father hiding and leaving her with the she devil, or the woman who called herself her mother.

Maybe that was a slight over reaction, but then again, maybe it wasn't.

She'd managed to escape her, if only for a little while, and she'd dove into the nearest shop, which, happily, ended up being Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Shop.

It was a slight bit colder in there, but it was a welcome break from the summer heat, which Thalia was surprised about. This was England. There were maybe two weeks left before September. And it was warm.

There was something wrong with England.
Definitely.

After buying an ice cream, she sat at the nearest table.
She realized she was a Larry.
Meaning, she was sat by herself.

What a great impression.

[Haine]

"We found him asleep on the steps two hours later, dressed like a waiter---"
"He was that drunk?"
This could probably go down as one of the most boring conversations that Phil had ever had. He'd been stuck with this person (Same house and year yet Phil could never remember their name) for around half an hour now, cornered in the apothecary and then dragged over to Florean Fortescue's. Since ice cream was involved, Phil seemed little point in objecting. Now he was really starting to regret his choice. At the rate that this bore was going, Phil would be stuck here until his brain started to leak out of his ears. This would probably be any minute now, in fact.

He sighed, no longer bothering to even pretend to be interested. Instead Phil focused on possible escape attempts. He couldn't think of any. Bugger.
Phil now looked around in the desperate hope that there was someone he knew around who could save him.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Thalia.
Nope.
Waitaminute.

She was too far away to signal, so he went with his only other option. He quickly scribbled 'HELP ME' on a menu and threw it in her direction. Amazingly his companion hadn't even noticed.

ooc// A whole new level of craptastic.

[Dea]

Well, the forecast hadn't called for low-flying menus hitting people in the head.

"Ouch!" She complained, rubbing the spot it had hit her. Oh, she was going to hunt down the son of a bitch who had thrown that at her.

Help me!!!

Wait.
That wasn't a flavour of ice cream.

Scanning the shop, she tried to detect the aforementioned son of a bitch.

Who was it?
Could it have been Phil in what looked like a dire situation?
....
Yes, thinking back, that looked like his handwriting.

Standing up, and walking over to where he stood, she cut in.
"Sorry! Could I just steal him for a moment? 'Kay thanks!" She cut in, grabbing him by the arm and taking him back to the table she had recently claimed.
"Methinks you owe me bigtime, Philly, darling," Thalia said, resuming her seat across from him, "...But why the menu? At my head?"

ooc/ Not as crappy as that.

[Haine]

...
Okay, maybe the menu wasn't the best idea. For one, it didn't fly particularly well... and that just looked like it hurt.
Dammit.

Phil then turned his attention away from that direction, not wanting to know if the 'menu of doom' had given Thalia brain damage or if she'd even read it. Instead he chose to think of more positive things, like how his will would end up like. Seeing as Phil was dying of boredom, it seemed like the only logical thing to do. He was weighing out the pro's and con's of writing Gideon completely out of his will when Thalia came to the rescue and dragged him off to her table. Boy, was he glad to see her.
"You just saved my life. I definitely owe you big time." Phil replied with a grin, taking the seat opposite her.

"Believe it or not, I didn't aim the menu at your head. I was aiming for it to land on the table. Yes- my aim really is that terrible. I have been told before. And I'm afraid that I was that desperate and short on supplies that I used the menu." Phil explained jokingly, leaning back in his seat. "So why were you sitting here all by yourself?"

[Dea]

"I'll decide how you pay me back...Later. Maybe more ice cream," she said, smiling. "And no more menus. Next time you may concuss me. And that would not be good. And in answer to your question, I'm..."

At that precise moment, a flustered mother and bewildered sister stalked past the window. Thalia quickly dove under the table. She then cursed at the fact it was so small, and she managed to headbutt Phil's knee. She hoped to god it didn't look like anything else from the outside, and she really didn't want to be kicked out before she'd finished her ice cream.

Once she'd deemed it safe to resurface, she climbed back up onto her chair. "...Hiding from my mum. She's vicious, you know," she finished.
"Why were you being bored to death, then?"

[Haine]

Phil nodded in agreement. "As long as paying you back doesn't involve anyone getting killed, then Ok."

He then stayed silent for a moment- Phil suddenly had a thought. What a rare occasion this was!
...
Anyway.
"On second thoughts, it all depends on who you want dead."
Lovely.
He smiled softly, glancing back to the table he had been sat at momentarily. Both seats were now empty, and the person was now walking out of the door. It took them long enough.
He then turned back to look at Thalia only to find that her chair was empty and something had just hit his leg hard.
Now either Thalia could suddenly become invisible at will or she'd walked away when Phil hadn't been paying attention.
He'd been rooting for the first second option until the girl resurfaced from under the table.

"Interesting methods for hiding from mothers, I guess." He commented while unsucessfully trying not to laugh.
...
Her own daughter was calling her vicious?
Phil was certainly glad at that moment that he'd never met Thalia's mother.
Luckily a subject change quickly distracted Phil.
"I walked off on my dad, wandered into the apothecary where they found me. I gave pretty much every excuse to try and get out of talking, yet sad to say I got bribed by ice-cream, as any person would." At least Phil hoped that it wasn't just him. "Then I tried to leave yet couldn't think of a new excuse."
When he said it like that, it just sounded so pathetic, didn't it?
He grinned, nonetheless. "I have to say that I'm glad I stayed now."

ooc//Crappy as Haine is not meant to be on the computer and is trying to type all sneaky-like. It's not working well. xDD

[Dea]

"Of course I wouldn't make you kill anyone. I'm not that cruel," She said, nodding, "Though maybe Francesca," she said, solemnly.

"Yeah, sorry about the whole table-diving thing. I've found it works. And I'm not quite ready to face the Dragon. Be thankful she's never cornered you in Madame Malkin's. It's the single most terrifying moment of your life. Literally, my life flashed before my eyes," Thalia explained, seriously.

She wasn't exaggerating.
Really.

Thalia listened to Phil's escape story. He hadn't been as lucky.
"Don't worry, Phil, ice cream tempts the best of us."

Wait.
He said he was glad to have stayed?
With her?
So maybe he hadn't said with her.
But he hinted on it.
Slightly.
Maybe.
A teensy bit.
Not really.

Let a girl have her fantasies, Okay?

[Haine]

Phil couldn't help but laugh then. "Sorry- can't kill Francesca. I think I owe her for something too. Want to choose something else? Perhaps legal? I'd rather not end up in Azkaban."

He continued to smile while Thalia talked of her mother, yet inside Phil was pretty much freaked out. I mean, come on. First vicious, now 'the Dragon'? Of course Phil believed Thalia and never thought that perhaps she was being hard on the woman. He was too busy being exceptionally glad that he'd never had to meet her yet.
Quite frankly, Phil was already scared shitless after just hearing this story.
"... Your life flashed before your eyes?"
Thankyou Thals. You just made it a whole lot better. Now the poor sod had the feeling that he'd also be diving under the table next time.

He sighed, crossing his legs. Well, at least Phil knew that he now wasn't alone with the whole ice-cream temptation thing. "So how did you find out that hiding under tables works?"

ooc// Perhaps even more crap on the second edit. -.-

[Dea]

Hmm. Something legal.
No Thalia.
Bad gutterbrain.
Bad.

"Erm, I'll get back to you about that," Thalia replied.
Well.
That was a relatively safe answer.

"Erm. Well. Not exactly flashed. Or my life. I exaggerate slightly," She said, seeing how the tales of her mother seemed to be scaring him. "She isn't as bad as I make her out to be, really."

"Ah, the table story. It all started in my first year. All of us - My brothers, sister and I - All needed to hide. Basically, Ajax dived and pulled us all under. It worked well. So here we are today, and I still hide under tables," she said, with a reminiscent sigh. She then laughed at how weird that sounded.