I pray for the wicked on the weekend
Mama, can I get another amen?
Xavier Draganeel • Male • 16 • Gryffindor •Fourth Year• Tags: Evelyn
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Xavier stood in front of the tea shop and frowned. Many of his friends had suggested he pick up a few different types of tea leaves from here, but Xavier had been skeptical. The Gryffindor boy wasn't much of a tea drinker. Yet, this small place had gotten many great reviews so he young wizard was willing enough to at least try it. Opening up the door a small bell chimed his entrance. It was a quaint shop and smelled lovely inside. A few seats were scattered about, a window ledge had also been turned into a small nook for people to relax next to. "
Hmm. Nice." Walking up to the counter Xavier froze up as he realized he had no clue what to order. Out of the corner of his eye the brunet saw a familiar looking Ravenclaw girl order some tea and tune for her cat. "
Er..I'll have the same as her. Minus the tuna." Once his order was taken and the tea was served Xavier carried his cup with him to his seat. It wasn't too far away from where Evelyn sat. Xavier stared at the odd looking witch with narrowed eyes. How has he never seen this girl before? Xavier knew almost every fourth year wizard, heck he almost knew every witch and wizard at Hogwarts. Yet this girl was a complete mystery to him. '
Well, I have to know her now.' He thought. Standing up Xavier switched seats so he was now right next to her. "
You like Dragons too?" Was Xaviers big opener. As talkative as the boy was, he wasn't the greatest at starting a conversation.
I'm free to be the greatest, I'm alive
I'm free to be the greatest here tonight
Connor Fhearghail • Male • 13 • Ravenclaw •Second Year• Tags: Kylie
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Connor watched with a worried frown as the girl dusted herself off. She assured him with a simple 'it's fine', but that didn't stop the poor boy from fretting. "
No, no I've should have been watching were I was going." He babbled out. Connor's cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment. "
Now I've dirtied your clothes." Connor could practically hear his mother nagging at him now, claiming how ungentlemanly like he was being. Growing up as a pureblood meant holding your family name to a high standard. Bumping into girls and getting their uniforms all dirty was highly frowned upon, in fact causing any mistakes like this was looked down upon. "
Let me make it up to you some how." He declared.