[Hogsmeade] Local Lanturn (Fay)

[Kieran Davies]

So the party at the lake had gone well. Well the bits he could still remember anyway, a lot of it was blurred together now. He was drunk that night, very drunk and he was sure he found the fire mesmerizing. He remembered 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing at it with Ollie for a lot of the night and trying to dance only to fail pretty miserably at it. Thank heavens he wasnt gay and planned to make a career out of dancing. What made things worse was, he was hungover the next morning, he had a whole day of school then he had to go and help out at Club Motion for his cousin Nick. Nick had found it hilarious when Kieran showed up basically half dead, of course Kieran himself hadnt found it at all funny, what with the loud music making his head throb and the whiney drunkern girls trying to make sleazy come ons, well he assumed them to be doing that, but he was hungover.

So now here he was, about two weeks later walking down the street of Hogsmeade with nothing to do but be, well, walking. How interesting right? Now, the sun was setting and it was getting late, but he had no intentions of going back to the castle yet. He liked the night air and found watching the drunks pretty damn hilarious. It was better than telly. The night air was brisk, cool but seemingly clear. He could hear the laughter echoing from the pubs around him yet he had no intent on going in one. For once Kieran Davies did not want to drink. So instead, he sat down on a bench in the middle of Hogsmeade and just sat. Didnt do anything. He just. Sat.

Surprisingly comfy on the hard wooden bench, Kieran watched as a couple of old drunkern people literally fell out of the door of the three broomstick. Chocking back a laugh, Kieran looked away and up the street. "Was that...?" He wondered, he was sure he saw the bouncy brunette hair that belonged to Felicity Locke. He would recognise that girl anywhere, "No, it couldnt be... could it?" What would she be doing down here at night when she had prefect rounds to do. Maybe she was sick of them already.

So, abandoning his seat, he began his Fay hunt. He walked quickly, but slowly enough so he could take in the surroundings. Obviously, Kieran hadnt seen Felicity since the party night and he hadnt exactly been very sociable until he was very drunk and then he couldnt remember anything. He thought he spoke to her, but honestly, he couldnt be sure. He picked up speed as he walked, looking to the left, then right, then back again. Following this pattern as he walked, "Where are you Fay? I know I saw y--oomph!" He didnt finish as he walked into someone and stumbled backwards a few spaces. Glancing around he realised he walked into the person he was looking for. "I knew I had seen you out here!" His grin was stretching from ear to ear as they both stood underneath a lampost in the darkened Hogsmeade street. "Aah what? You're not happy to see me? Jeez im hurt." He said feigning pain in his heart by putting his hand over it and clenching in an almost dramatic type way. "What is a prefect doing down here anyway? Havnt you got like, prefect stuff?"

[Felicity Locke]

Ah the party, that was certainly a night she would never remember. It started with her stumbling in on it –literally—and then Bray joined the party as well. Needless to say, Felicity didn’t exactly realize that the drinks weren’t just…punch until she had a few more glasses than she needed to. Let’s just say Bray had to drag her away from the party before a few “love struck” boys would come chasing after her. A drunk Fay was not very good at controlling her own charm. And, well, she seemed to be a little more…strange with alcohol in her system.

But, that party was long forgotten—save for the massive headache she had in the morning—and she had moved on with her life. Maybe because she had forgotten all about that night she couldn’t figure out why some boys were trying more persistently to talk to her. Well…not just talk. More like an attempt at flirting mixed with complete idiocy. Felicity grimaced at the memory. Sometimes, men scared the hell out of her. Whatever possessed them to act as they did was beyond her.

Christi fussed over her daughter’s outfit in a strange fit of glee. “Ohh! Don’t you just look precious Fee? I have such good taste!” A grimace crossed Fay’s face as she looked at herself in the three-way mirror. Where was she exactly? Well, Felicity was sitting in the secret back room in Honeydukes, modeling clothes for her mother’s pleasure. At least once every week, Christi would go on a shopping spree, find something she thought would look cute on Fay, and then demand that her daughter wear it. Luckily, Fay didn’t have to take any of the outfits with her back to Hogwarts. Usually, she would just tell her mother to take them back to the house, or if they were really horrid just to take them back.

Today was apparently not one of those days.

As Felicity moved to change back into her original outfit, Christi caught her arm. Fay looked back at her quizzically, and groaned as she noticed her mother’s lower lip pushed out into a pout. “I am not wearing this out there! Forget about it!” Her mother’s lower lip quivered in a devastated expression. Dear god, did the woman have no shame? Letting out a sigh of defeat, she threw her hands up in the air. “Fine! Fine! I’ll wear it back to school. I hope you’re happy.”

So now here she was, walking away from her mother’s store with a bag of chocolate in one hand, and her rather…er…interesting outfit on. It basically consisted of a lavender colored tank, a white skirt that went just above her knees, and a “charcoal” sweater to match the tank. Grumbling under her breath, she pushed some hair from her eyes and tried to forget about the fact that the outfit was much too dressed up for her liking. Bray would probably have a heart attack if he saw her in this. But, it was expected of Christi.

As she walked, she had the strange sense that someone was following her. That sense alone had her speeding up, changing her leisurely pace to one of more speed. She stopped, trying to find a way to turn, when someone bumped into her back. With a small shriek of surprise, she stumbled forward and caught herself on the pole of the lamp. Her assaulter seemed barely effected as he grinned down at her. Felicity blinked slowly for a moment, not recognizing the boy with the lack of light. That is until he spoke. As he did, recognition flicked across her face, followed by her rolling her eyes.

“You’re a real drama king you know that?” At his next question, her eyebrow arched. She gave him an accusing look and crossed her arms. “Were you spying on me Kieran? That’s not very nice.” Felicity wagged a finger at him and ‘tsked’. “But if you must know, I was visiting my mother for the day. So no, I wasn’t sneaking out and shirking my duties. Hubbles would hang me for that.”

[Kieran Davies]

Anybody would think Kieran was being a stalker, half chasing a pretty brunette up the street, who seemed to be speeding up, only making Kieran go faster too. Sheesh, slow down woman. He thought to himself as he tried to catch up to Fay, least he hoped it was Fay. He would look a little daft if it wasnt. He began to walk quicker, his head down and his arms swinging by his side when bumph, he crashed into someone. His head snapped up and he watched as Fay fell forward, catching herself on the lamp post.

"Im no drama king Miss Locke and I certainly was not spying on you." He imitated Fay's stance and crossed his arms and matched his eyes with hers, rolling them as he did. "I saw you, at least I thought it was you, ninty nine point nine percent anyway, so I decided to come and find you and I dont know, maybe hang out since you're too busy with being a prefect to remember lil ol' me and Ollie." He shook his head as though dissapointed in her and smiled, holding his arm out and trying to act like a good friend and possibly a gentleman, while trying not to stare at the outfit she was wearing, one which could have only meant she was clothes-assaulted by her mother. "I can see you've been with your mother, you wouldnt be wearing," He pointed and made a clicking nose with his tongue, raising his voice a few decibles he finished, "that otherwise."

Assuming she either took his arm, he turned and began leading Fay back down the street, almost retracing his steps. The Gryffindor was walking with a slight spring in his step, but for the heavens he wouldnt be able to tell you why. You would have thought with Kieran now being a seventh year he would have been snowed under with all his work, yet somehow he always managed to have time for other things, this never failed to surprise someone, he just didnt like to tell them he usually pulled all nighters once or twice a week to get everything done, he knew more than one person would have his head for that.

"So how's the life of a Prefect treating you?" Though Kieran wasnt all that interested in Prefectedness, not that thats a word, it was something to break the silence and get them on a conversation street at least. This was all Kieran was doing recently, Ollie was still too busy chasing after Rie, Lucas was probably, well being Lucas and Ali was always with Bryn or Brooke these days, and he hadnt seen Fay for quite a while so it made a decent change, however when they first met Kieran used to annoy Fay, he used to constantly ask how 'her boyfriend' was, knowing full well Bray wasnt her boyfriend, but it was the one statement that used to get the biggest reaction out of her.

"Id ask if you wanted to grab a drink but I dont think I want the Veela charm coming out in full force." Kieran laughed, gently nudging her to show he meant no harm. The sun had set now, but there was still an orange afterglow lighting some areas of the street and now a few more drunks were pouring out of the pub, smiling Kieran spoke again, "Dont worry, I'll hex anyone who tries to... well do anything to you, not that a hardcore Veela needs help off a brawny Gryffindor right?" He sat down on the same bench he was on before outside the three broomsticks, the light shining from the windows. "So... What do you wanna' do then miss Locke?"