(Hogsmeade) Walks of Relaxation

[chiyo]

Hectic days were expected when you attended Hogwarts, Yer just didn't think there'd be so many of them. She had finished all her homework for the day and completed her tutoring as well. Now it was time for relaxation... but where to go?

Yuri decided to catch a glimpse of life in Hogsmeade for the rest of the day as she grabbed her bag and headed out the castle doors. Once in Hogsmeade, she had no clue on where to go. It was her first time here and she just wanted to go into every shop, every pub, every dark alley.

Yer walked the streets with a grin painted on her face. She was estatic to get some air and possibly meet new people. Yuri was sort of a loner and put all of her time into doing homework and helping others with homework. She wasn't the kind of girl that had much fun, especially in school.

Yer looked down at her watch to see what time it was when she felt her body collide with another. With a loud thud, she found herself on her backside down on the street. "Ow," she muttered trying to scramble her way up, "I-I-I'm sorry," she said, staring at the ground.

[dahlia]

Dahlia was a regular in Hogsmeade, almost preferring it to the ancient walls of Hogwarts. Almost. Here there was always a possibility you could run into someone worthwhile. Or a complete lunatic, if you were lucky.

Debating whether she should go buy some new clothes or pop in to The Three Broomsticks for a drink beforehand, Dahlia cried out suddenly, colliding with someone and tumbling to the ground. Unaware who had hit who first, the Slytherin stumbled hastily to her feet, brushing her pants off and looking to see who it was. Oh! A Ravenclaw girl. "Uh, sorry." She managed awkwardly, rubbing her head with a bruised hand. Hearing the other's apology, Dahlia smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "S'alright. I was beginning to fall asleep anyway." She grinned, glad for the wake up call. "Whats your name?"

"I'm Dahlia. I go to Hogwarts too." Reluctant to tell her which house she was in - as Dahlia was wearing regular clothes instead of her uniform - the sixth year smiled, wondering what year this girl was. She looked a little younger than her, but you couldn't be too sure.[/color]