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Jessiqua 
Hanna, in her ballerina costume, was DYING for a cup of tea. This eleven-year-old had been taught well. It wasn't as if Hogwarts didn't make a decent cup of tea, but she wanted something different. A rose tea perhaps. She liked rose tea. Not Rosehip, not unless it was mixed with other things. It was a bit... a bit tart. No, rose tea, with rose buds and rose petals, was deLICious.
There was a boy there who was all alone, too. Hanna had decided to SOLO this trip to Hogsmeade, just in case she needed some alone time. But so far, it had been okay. It was time to do some talking though. She overheard him say something about apple pie, and she knew he wasn't a first year because he hadn't been on the boats with her, nor had he been in the sorting ceremony.
"Have you had the apple pie from here?" she asked him.
And then to the Shop Owner, she said "Do you have rose tea?" Did she? Hanna would be very disappointed if she didn't. She'd have to send home for some, or find a rose bush, prune some buds, and dry them herself. And she didn't have time for that.
Patrick looked over at the girl in the ballerina costume. He had decided on something very simple... a lumberjack. He had tons of plaid in his clothing to dress down in, it was such a southern thing to own. He also had on a pair of suspenders he had his mama send him. He thought about adding a beard, but it seemed a bit much. He hadn’t seen her around, buts be a firstie.
“Uh, ‘fraid not. Where I’m from apple pie, its a staple after dinner.”
He could just smell the freshly baked pie dough and the cinnamon in the apples cooking all afternoon while his mama graded papers from her students. It really amazed him that after only being in the states for 24 years that she picked up so many habits of typical southern women even though she was technically a transplant. He looked the girl over as she asked for rose tea... ew.
Looking over at the
shop keeper he spoke a little louder,
“excuse me, could I get a slice of apple pie please?” he really hoped it was as good as his mama’s pie but wasn’t going to hold his breath. Looking back over at the girl,
“care to join me,” patrick wondered as he waited for her to sit.