Post by Ian Snyder on Apr 16, 2008 17:30:29 GMT
Ian made his way around Hogsmeade village, not a friend nor foe in sight. This was rather strange for the young Ravenclaw, use to being followed around by fawning fan girls or an uptight professor. He couldn't understand what they were complaining about, he showed up for how many classes last week? Two, which is a vast improvement. Besides, he was already at the top of his class. So what if he didn't need their crummy lesson schedules? He could do perfectly fine on his own and still manage an O (outstanding). Giving a heavy sigh he made his way towards the nearest shop. He needed a drink, even if meant going inside Madame Puddifoots Tea Shop. By the sight of the shop, even from the outside, it looked a little too..pink for his liking. What a sight this would be.. Ian, in all black, entering the land of tea cozies. He fiddled with his lip ring for a moment or so before entering, pushing the door open and sneaking inside. Yes, sneaking. You think he wanted people to see him walk in a place like this? I think not.
"Erm..One please," he muttered beneath his breath, his eyes widening towards the bright and cheerful atmosphere. Ian was a fairly happy boy himself, but this was too much. He felt like he had just fallen into the date from Hell, Hell being an understatement. He allowed the waitress to lead him over to one of the many doilie covered tables. "I just want a quick drink, so you can tak- Or not..," he watched as the woman walked off to seat the next party, giving her a roll of his eyes. Just great. As if he didn't look like enough of an outcast at school, now he was basically in fairy world.
He removed the black hat from atop his head, tilting back in his chair. Perhaps he didn't look like too much an outcast after all. Sure, he was the only one with a lip ring, but jeans and a black shirt weren't half bad. "Tea..tea..tea.. I should have known." He read over the menu, trying to find something that didn't resemble tea. No luck yet.
"Erm..One please," he muttered beneath his breath, his eyes widening towards the bright and cheerful atmosphere. Ian was a fairly happy boy himself, but this was too much. He felt like he had just fallen into the date from Hell, Hell being an understatement. He allowed the waitress to lead him over to one of the many doilie covered tables. "I just want a quick drink, so you can tak- Or not..," he watched as the woman walked off to seat the next party, giving her a roll of his eyes. Just great. As if he didn't look like enough of an outcast at school, now he was basically in fairy world.
He removed the black hat from atop his head, tilting back in his chair. Perhaps he didn't look like too much an outcast after all. Sure, he was the only one with a lip ring, but jeans and a black shirt weren't half bad. "Tea..tea..tea.. I should have known." He read over the menu, trying to find something that didn't resemble tea. No luck yet.