A Break in the Clouds [Open]

[christian davies]

Chris had decided that he had had enough of the bad weather and was going to go out on the Hogsmeade weekend. The Common Room always felt stuffy to him, suffocating him as he studied and did classwork. He was tired of the same routine and tired of the same rooms. He wanted to get out and about, missing the freedom that comes with the warm weather of summertime. He wished for something different to do, even though magic was hardly ever boring. There were times, however, when Christian just felt plain bored with himself. So, he planned to go to Hogsmeade that weekend, rain or shine. He was going to do something out of his normal routine. He was going to drink himself some fun if it was the last thing he did.

Pulling his cloak tighter about his frame, Christian made his way to the Three Broomsticks, hoping to find some warmth in the cheery pub. The wind shifted and swirled the cloak about his ankles, making him rush to find the warmth of the pub more quickly. He hastily shoved the door open and stepped inside.

The strong scents of liquor and cheeriness mingled and slowly saturated Christian's mind. He approached the bar and asked for a Butterbeer. Grabbing the pint, he strode to an empty table and plunked down, removing his cloak before he sat. He people-watched as he sat at the table, sipping his Butterbeer and let the golden warmth settle into his stomach, lightening his mood considerably. Chris was pretty certain that even if his worst enemy sat down across from him, there would be no threat from the Gryffindor boy. He would even probably offer to buy that said enemy a drink, even.

[isadora lestoat]

It was a chilly afternoon by all means, especially since the clouds were sheilding the sun from shining down on the inhabitants and visitors of Hogsmeade village. A strong wind blew through the trees and open spaces in the stretch of land, and anyone walking the streets was currently hurrying into refuge. It seemed that little to no students were in the village this weekend, which both puzzled and releived Isadora. She was just returning from a hunting trip, her eyes a butterscotch yellow color. She had a cloak fastened around her shoulders, which was hardly needed. She didn't mind the cold temperatures- in fact, she preferred them over garish sunlight any day.

Walking around the seemingly empty village, Isadora noticed that it wasn't as deserted as she had thought it was. There was a lot of activity inside the Three Broom Sticks, and there were students inside Zonko's and Honeydukes. Izzy opted to go into the Three Broomsticks, feeling optimistic today and not so quiet. After all, she wasn't going to have any urges to kill today.

Walking into the overcrowded pub, Izzy smiled smally as she looked for an empty seat somewhere. She saw one at a table towards the back, surprisingly vacant. She made her way over to it, sitting down in the seat and folding her hands in her lap as she took a look around the room, unaware she had sat at a table next to a fellow Gryffindor.

[christian davies]

Chris nearly snorted the Butterbeer out of his nose as he recognized the girl as one in the Common Room sit across the table from him. She didn't seem to notice that she was sharing a table with anybody and hadn't even bothered to grab herself a drink. Christian was feeling generous; the warmth of the Butterbeer and the freedom away from the stifling confinements of Gryffindor Tower had made him quite pliable.

However, the air about the girl reeked of caution. He was apprehensive of coming too close to the girl. Something just felt wrong and off. He looked at her comely face and shook his head in disbelief. I'm just being foolish, he argued with his instinct. She's a Gryffindor, so she has to be fine.

"So," he started, above the noise of the busy pub. "Would you like a drink or were you just going to sit there and people watch all afternoon?" He gestured to his nearly empty pint, then added, "The first one's on me, sweetie." He rose from the table, planning to head to the bar to get a refill for himself and a bottle of Butterbeer for the girl when he realized that he didn't even know for whom he was buying a drink for. "I'm Christian, by the way," he said with a nodding gesture and held out his hand to shake hers. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he reached closer to the girl, but he wasn't sure why.

[isadora lestoat]

Isadora probably could have sat there all day without knowing that she was sitting across from somebody. Well, she knew, of course, when she sat down that she had sat down across from somebody else. It was sort of habit, howevever, this person was a fellow Gryffindor, one she recognized from the Common Room and one she may have bumped into in a corridor every now and then. The boy seemed a bit apprehensive... yet welcoming. Huh. That was sort of the weird combination.

The young vampire could not help but smile at the way the boy had greeted her. It was unusual, of course, but a means of conversation. "I was leaning towards people watching, actually. It's a favorite past time of mine." And drinking butterbeer would only upset my stomach tremendously,due to being a vampire and all, my diet only consists of blood. she wished she could add, without probably scaring the guy sensless.

Attempting a warm smile, Isadora shook the hand of the boy named Christian. She could practically hear his pulse beating as she shook, not too firm and not too weak, and introduced herself. "I'm Isadora Lestoat. It's nice to meet you, Christian. Perhaps this kid wouldn't be too bad, after all.

[christian davies]

"People watching can be fascinating sometimes," Chris agreed. "But, it's not as fun without a drink." He took her had to shake it. Her grip was firm, but not too firm. His was more gentle, careful of her slender fingers within his larger hand.

He headed to the bar and waited. It took a few minutes to get to the point where he could order two more Butterbeers. Grabbing the mugs off the bar, he carefully walked back to the table and set the mugs down. Christian rolled the mug across the table in Isadora's direction, then sat with his own in his hand.

Taking a sip, he looked for another conversation starter. The problem was finding a topic that wasn't overly awkward or painful, mindless chatter. "What year are you, Isadora?" he started, for lack of better ideas. Hopefully the girl would help pick up the slack.

[isadora lestoat]

"I happen to disagree," Isadora spoke to Christian's claim. "However, you are entitled to your own opinion," She was starting to wonder why she so foolishly decided to come here, but alas, she wasn't rude enough to just get up and leave when the circumstances weren't so dire. Now, if there were blood shed, she might have to dive through the nearest window and weasel her way out of there.

She sighed heavily as the boy left, coming to terms with the fact that she was going to have to drink this butterbeer. Ugh. Perhaps she could perform a draining charm that would cause the beverage to disappear over a period of time... That would work, but only if he or someone else didn't notice that she had her wand drawn below the table.

When Christian came back, Isadora grapsed the mug he had slid over to her, fighting back the urge to vomit as the contents sloshed inside. Butterbeer was probably wonderful... When tasted on the tongue of humans. Vampires could not tolerate human food and drink well, as they lived solely on blood. And butterbeer was like polyjuice potion to her. It didn't transform her appearance, but it tasted absolutely dreadful.

"Fifth, and you?" Isadora brought the mug up to her lips, sipping in some of the substance. Absolutely disgusting, it was. Hopefully it didn't read on her face. "What brings you into Hogsmeade this weekend?" She asked, trying to make the situation as less painfully awkward as she could.