[Sweets Galore][&&Ian]

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa had been in a very bad mood the day before after discovering the secrets that had been kept from her. She just didn't understand how Maeve could have kept this from her for so long. She was indeed a Malfoy, but she wasn't sure she even wanted to be. So, like any other teenage girl, she would take it out with chocolate and other sweets. Things she wasn't allowed to eat with the Valentine's.

Nessa grabbed a bag from the wall and began to fill it with things, including sugars she had never even heard of. "What the bloody-," she began, raising her eyebrows at a blood pop. Why on Earth would she buy that?

[Ian Gray]

Ian walked down his usual shelf in Honeydukes, a sugar quill behind his ear while a peppermint toad hopped enthusiastically on his shoulder. He always took advantage of Hogsmeade weekends, buying all his favourite sweets -- and he had very unusual taste.

Finally coming to a stop in front of a particular shelf, he side stepped a strikingly blonde character -- Vanessa he vaguely recognised -- and skillfully picked up a blood pop. Then, hearing her voice, he smirked and waved it in her face. "Startled? They're actually quite good, I suggest you try one..."

Taking the one he'd just picked up, he held it out to her while reaching for another.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa took her time eyeing the candy, and then it seemed someone was waving it in front of her. She carefully took it from the boys' hand, shaking her head. "I'd rather not suck on..blood, thank you. That's disgusting," she stated, a displeased expression forming across her lips.

Her eyes wondered over the boy, whom she immediately recognized as a Gryffindor. "Why are you talking to me, anyway? Aren't you a Gryffindor?" Vanessa was more than a bit confused as to why he even bothered talking to her.

[Ian Gray]

Ian smirked without looking at her, eyes drifting over the shelf in front of him. "Really? I thought Slytherins were the most eager blood suckers," Moving over to the next shelf, though still audible, he added, "You're the ones with the fangs, isn't that right?"

Then, finally addressing her last comment, he couldn't help but let his lips turn up just slightly. "Vampires really like them," He said, sounding forlorn in a staged way. "I thought I'd be friendly and offer my assistance in helping you choose a snack that might appeal to you." He sent her an amused look, while raising a brow challengingly.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Nessa's jaw dropped slightly. Did he just say what she thought he said? "I'm no monster!" She exclaimed, turning towards a shelf and pulling a bag of Berty Botts into her bag. Vanessa was trying hard to ignore him, but she couldn't just stand there and take all of this.

"Talk about stereo-types..," Nessa whispered beneath her breath. Usually, she was more than a bit cruel to the Gryffindorks, but today she just wasn't up for the challenge. After all, she had just discovered that her "parents" weren't her parents after all. She was indeed a Malfoy now, and had been since birth.

[Ian Gray]

Ian laughed, "Stereotypes, indeed," he said with a wink, meaning her previous comment about Gryffindors being anything but friendly to Slytherins.

Noticing her drop a bag of beans into her arms, he grinned. "You'll end up getting all sorts of nasty flavours with that. Really, there's even a blood flavour. Are you sure you're not just finding a more subtle way of satisfying your cravings..." He trailed off, grin falling a bit as she didn't rise up to the bait.

In fact, she looked to be in a horrid mood and he frowned. "What is with all you Slytherins needing therapists," he joked, nudging her in a friendly way while readying himself for a scathing mark sure to come his way.

[Vanessa Malfoy]

Vanessa glanced down towards her bag, then staring directly towards Ian. "Does it look like I care?" She questioned, her hand wandering over the many shelves of candy. She'd have to spend quite a bit just to pay for it alll. Her bag was getting pretty heavy. But, give her a break, she hadn't been allowed candy before. Her "mother" had been afraid she'd get fat.

"I don't need a bloody therapist! Do you usually spend your time annoying people that you shouldn't be talking to in the first place? Because that's exactly what you're doing," Nessa said, slamming her bag onto the cash register at the front of the store. "I'm not in the mood, ok?" As her anger level began to rise, she looked more and more hurt. Almost as if..she was going to cry.