|Ari| My time to move.

[zeeeeeke]

Time seemed to move rather fast while at school one minute it was the start of the year the next it was near the end of september and the nights were slowly getting darker. It was a typical Hogsmeade day and Zeke Thomas was strolling through the small town looking for an escape from it all, he was going on a date tonight...a real date and he was rather scared.

When did him and Fabian go this far?

Zeke's hands stayed in his pockets until he found himself outside the three broom sticks, deciding that it was time to go inside and have a nice stiff drink he did just that. Slowly the blonde boy pushed the door opened and looked at the place, it was packet with lots of students which meant he'd have to fight for a table!

Zeke walked over to the bar and ordered himself a nice beer and paid before walking around and finding him a table, he darted to it and parked his butt before a third year could. The look on his face was smug and rather rude towards the kid, but he didn't care he was Zeke Darren Thomas! Zeke leaned back and waited for his beer to arrive, as he did he scanned the room looking for someone fun to talk to or someone that he could flirt with...

Then his eyes landed on the door and his mouth fell open as he looked at the guy who walked inside, Zeke had never seen him around before and well he was rather good looking. Zeke gave him a smile and a sly wink before looking at the barmaid and nodding at her as she put down his drink. Zeke glanced back up at the guy before looking at his drink, he just hoped to god that the guy would come over and ask to sit down!

[ari]

Ari Olsen-Scott moved through the sea of people as he wandered through Hogsmeade. His maroon and yellow Gryffindor scarf blew in the cool autumn breeze, hands in his pockets, beanie on his head. He headed towards The Three Broomsticks, a flash of annoyance appearing in his hazel eyes. People… Lots and lots of people. Fun times not.

He sighed, nose wrinkling with perplexion. Did he really want a glass of butter beer? Yes he did, it was so buttery and yum in his tum-tum. He needed his butter beer fix and he needed it now! He wrinkled his nose before bounding up the wooden steps in a smooth yet elegant manor. He paused at the door, checking his reflection in the window. He looked d**n fine, his medium sized pout a little rosy due to the cold, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes beaming with devious tendencies. He winked at himself, pushed open the door and stepped inside.

He smirked slyly, gaze scanning across the crowded room, females and males stopping there chit-chatter to stare. He licked his lips smoothly, gaze landing on a fellow Gryffindor, one he never stopped to talk to, let alone look at… So why look at him now? He was sexy for a man with pretty azure eyes and super fun blonde strands.

Ari would so bone him if he’d let him. Hell yeah, he so would!

He winked back at him, tarring his gaze away from the blonde Gryffindor and heading towards the bar to get a pitcher of butter beer. He loved butter beer. It was his drug! If only he some chocolate frogs… Then his taste buds would be in heaven.

[zeeeeeke]

The issue with Zeke was that he barely spoke to other people because the more people he spoke to the more they would want to know about him... want to know about his parents and to be fair Zeke wouldn't be able to deal with that. He had people close to him like Fabian and Lex and well sure Lex knew about his parents, he was there when Zeke did it... and Fabian now knew, but how many more people could he tell without enough finding out to get him arrested?

His eyes stared at his beer for a while before he glanced up at the Gryffindor lad that had walked in, he was rather good looking and Zeke would bone him if he got a chance, that was another thing about Zeke he prefured guys to girls really... Guys there was more to do with them then there was girls and they seemed to be a lot more fun plus if they were ugly and you were doing them you didn't have to look at their face because you were doing them in the bum!

Zeke looked down at his beer and lifted it top his lips before taking a long swig of the amazing booze. He placed it down and played with the handle before looking up as he felt someone else standing by his table.

[ari]

Ari leaned up against the counter, maroon beanie hiding his usual chestnut-colored spiky hair. He struck a pose—subtly—hazels almond-shaped orbs looking nonchalantly down at the hard wood flooring of the room. When the bartender finally noticed his presence, he moved towards him, gazing at the handsome Gryffindor as if he was just slapped in the face by his beauty. Mr. Olsen-Scott just smirked and said very smoothly, his vocal cords dipped in honey, “A pitcher of butter beer please.”

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The bartender nodded, grabbed a shinny glass pitcher and filled it with an amber colored liquid. Ari pulled out his coin, tossed it on the counter and picked up his glass and pitcher of butter beer and made his way towards the blonde haired Gryffindor.

He paused when he reached his table. “Is this seat taken?” He asked him, hazel eyes glued on the handsome Gryffindor. [/blockquote][/size]