He had decided to go out for a date fun day with Amelia. He wanted to take her to Hogsmeade to see the Christmas decorations, and thought that they could go ice skating and possibly out for dinner. "I hope it isn't too cold to enjoy being here," He told her, since both of them were bundled up pretty snug and warm.
“Oh, it’s not too bad.”, she said, as she tried to move a little closer to Freddie. She was so happy that he asked her to go to hogsmeade...no one usually did. “It’s so pretty here during the winter. I don’t make it down here nearly enough.”
"That's why I wanted to bring you here," He told her with a small smile. "I thought that this was something you didn't get to see much, and besides, it's worth it." He said as they approached the giant Christmas tree at the end of town.
He felt his heart beat a little harder, and he had to resist himself from leaning in. "You're welcome," He told her, and brushed some hair out of her face. "The look in your eyes makes all of this worth it,"
The slight pink to her cheeks made her look all the more cute, "It just brings that warmth into your heart, ya know?" He commented, "Speaking of Warmth, why don't we go warm up inside one of the shops and get some tea or hot coco?"
Freddie let her take his arm, thinking it was quite nice to have her so close. He took her into a little bakery, the smell of fresh bread and pastries filling the air. He walked up to the counter with her, ordering two hot chocolates. "Want anything special in yours like cinnamon?"
“Was?” He asked, glancing at her concerned. He didn’t pry anymore, waiting to see if she would explain.
Narah and Odin
Narah MacLeod- Slytherin 6th year -"You gotta be so cold to make it in this world. Yeah you're a natural" – Owl 13:05, October 31, 2018 (UTC)
It was the first time she'd left the castle since school had started and honestly, she wasn't sure how much she was liking it. The badge, only just visible so no one could say she was breaking the rules, was really starting to annoy her from the looks of outrage to the ones of pity, she wasn't quite sure which one she hated more.
-In The End We Only Regret The Chances We Didn't Take. Message Me – 16:37, November 5, 2018 (UTC)
Odin carried the bag he had in his hand, looking at all the disgusted faces as he passed by, the looks weren't for him as he was not and would not wear a badge to show off who he was. More so because it really wasn't anyones business but his own. His eyes looked around to find the source of all the stares and he shook his head. In a few strides he was much closer and spoke up. "Are you okay?"
Narah MacLeod- Slytherin 6th year -"You gotta be so cold to make it in this world. Yeah you're a natural" – Owl 09:31, November 6, 2018 (UTC)
If it wasn't for the fact she was in a permanent bad mood all the time she could have blamed her reply on the stares. Except she was always in a bad mood stares or not. "What's it to you" she snapped
-"I'll stop being so irritable when people stop being so irritating." Message Me - 06:06, October 1, 2018 (UTC)
Keegan had just come from Honeyduke's and was staring at the blank concrete. He had a packet of Fizzing Whizzbees in one hand and a box of chalk in the other. He'd promised his mother he wouldn't spray paint anymore buildings, but that didn't mean he couldn't put his art elsewhere. But for once in his life, Keegan was lacking inspiration. He had no clue what to draw out. Pouting slightly, the boy poured a couple whizzbees in his mouth.
Alena was trudging down the path, shoulders slumped and a defeated look on her face. She's not really trudging, though, so much as limping, trying to avoid putting so much weight on her right leg. The only point in which her bleak expression brightened was when she laid her eyes on Keegan, holding WHizzbees, chalk, and a pout on his face. Intrigued, she approaches him, slowly but surely. "Mr. Dance Hobby?"
-"I'll stop being so irritable when people stop being so irritating." Message Me - 03:03, October 4, 2018 (UTC)
Keegan's distracted gaze landed upon the little Hufflepuff's face, and his pout quickly turned into a smirk. "Well, if it isn't Alena-of-all-Trades." He greeted fondly - not something he did with a lot of people. Actually, not something he did with any people. "What brings you out here?" Keegan questioned, raising an eyebrow at the girl as he set the chalk on the ground.
"I was dancing next to that little market at the other side of the village. I ended up twisting my ankle, though, and Merlin's beard it hurts a lot," Alena winces as she puts too much weight on her injured foot in one go. "What about you? Do I need to call you Mr. Art Hobby now?"
-"I'll stop being so irritable when people stop being so irritating." Message Me - 02:08, October 6, 2018 (UTC)
Keegan's expression immediately turned to one of concern. "You did what now?" He asked, quickly tossing his bag of Whizbees atop the chalk before rushing to Alena's side. "Why are standing on it? You're going to hurt yourself more." Keegan huffed before pulling her arm around his neck so he could help her to a nearby bench. He didn't really give her much of a choice. Sometimes twisted ankles can be worse than broken ones. He's been there. Not fun.
His sudden close proximity makes her cheeks burn brightly. Heat is crawling up her neck, and she doesn't know what to say without breaking a sweat. "I - uhh, I mean... I -" Alena winces. Wow, she's pathetic. Limping with him, she lets him lead her to the bench. "Thank you..."
-"I'll stop being so irritable when people stop being so irritating." Message Me - 20:09, October 7, 2018 (UTC)
Keegan's expression is stern as he stands over her. "Don't mention it. You can repay me by taking care of yourself." He huffed, running his fingers through his curly hair. "You've got to be more careful. One bad injury and no more dancing. You don't want that, do you?" Keegan asked with furrowed brows. Although it probably just came off as him chastising her, he was truly worried. He didn't know why he felt so protective over her, but he did. He sat down beside her and gingerly took her injured foot onto his lap. "Hold still, okay?" He requested, pulling out his wand. He pointed the tip towards her ankle. "Episkey." Keegan may have failed a grade, but he still knew the basics. He knew that one would come in handy.
"Are you really scolding me?" Alena looks and sounds amused, now that she's gotten over having him so close to her face. "I might not have a mom or dad, but I've got enough aunts and uncles to do that for you. And cousins. Especially cousins, my God. I can give you some of them, if you want. Too annoying for my taste."
-"I'll stop being so irritable when people stop being so irritating." Message Me - 23:23, October 7, 2018 (UTC)
Keegan rolled his eyes. "As if, pipsqueak. You're stuck with them. I already have an annoying sister that's probably worse than all of your family combined." He challenged, glancing up from her ankle to look into her eyes. Keegan knew it might be overstepping bounds, but he asked anyway. "What happened to your parents?"
"Come on, I'd do anything for a sister. Being an only child is boring," Alena whines. She really would exchange her cousins in a heartbeat. Regarding his parents, her expression sobers up, and she shrugs a little. "Life. Or death. Depends the way you want to look at it."
She's grateful he's dropped it for now. Her tragic background isn't something you unlock until level 99, and so far he's just a level 20, at best. "There's this little abandoned warehouse at the other corner of the village that I've been cleaning up, it's pretty good for a new dance studio... I'm hoping I can get my aunt to fund it for me using my dad's money. I kinda wanna start my own dance crew."
-"I'll stop being so irritable when people stop being so irritating." Message Me - 00:50, October 8, 2018 (UTC)
The innocent dream made Keegan smile. What was it with this girl and making him smile? "In that case, count me in." He decided. "The dance crew and the maintenance crew. I'll help clean up the place." Keegan offered. He missed dancing with his friends and this would be a good way to get back with a group.