" No, I missed the Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts because I was not able to get back on time" Jason told Bella. " I will be in the stands rooting for them all the way" Jason said to Bella. "Let me think what your brother would like, hmm" Jason explained to Bella while thinking at the same time.
" Well, if he is into Quidditch, a new broom, if he likes to read, a couple of good books, if he likes clothes- an extra uniform if he goes to Hogwarts or a nice suit" Jason told her.

"oh...same here well...i hadnt checked the notice board regarding the try outs so i guess even i will be in the stands this time"

"well...he doesnt attend Hogwarts and i have no idea as to what kind of books does he read but i guess a nice suit would do...his university has all these prom nights sort of things so i guess that can be a good present for him, but...wait...um...i mean will Hogsmeade have muggle suits stores?" Bella asked slightly unsure about that happening.

Sara walked with Nataly up to the counter. She hoped she liked butterbeer...

"Do you think we should order Eva one too or wait until she gets here?" Sara asked Nataly.

Sara was beginning to feel the excitement of trying her first butterbeer. Nataly's excitement must be rubbing off on Sara's "who-cares" attitude.

"Let's order her one, too." answered Nataly and ordered three butterbeers. They looked so tasty...
She took them and looked at the tables.
"Which one should we take?" she asked Sara.

"How about that one over to the side?" Sara asked. "Then, we can watch who's coming and going and grab Eva when she arrives..."

Sara loved watching people, you learned a lot that way... and there were a lot of "different" looking characters sitting in the Three Brooms...

Evan stared at the counter for Butterbeer, but then changed his mind. Beer was beer, and it affected him. Well, any kind of drink affected him, he couldn't even drink a goblet of champagne. It was a bad inability, he'd always have stare around with a glass of cola in parties while people get drunk. Then he wouldn't want to go to parties, for he couldn't even drink butterbeer. He noted this needed to be solved too, with his lie problem.

He came back to earth when Edem started talking. He was normal of course, he didn't have any girls to be worried about, or anyone hating him. He lived happily--huh? Rayedem Roumimper actually had a fight? Literally? Evan's jaw dropped open. That was unbelieveble! It was like the the event of the year! "Aw..." he said when he realised he had been staring blankly for too long. "I am... sorry." Would that be suitable for this? "But don't the owned birds have some sort of... sign?" Apparently not.

"Great!" Nataly answered and headed to the table, holding the three buterbeers and her big bag of sweets from Honeyducks. And being as clumsy as she was, half of the butterbeer spilled on someone's head, her sweets bag falling to the ground.
"Oops.." she said embrassely. She looked at Sara hopefully-will she save her sweets? My Sweeties!!

Sara lunged across the table, slid over the top and landed on her butt on the other side, but in her hand, Sara held Nataly's precious sweets. They were safe from the butterbeer flood, but unfortunately, Sara wasn't!

Sara had landed "SPLAT" right in the middle of the butterbeer puddle. Talk about embarrassing... it looked like she had peed herself!!!

"I hope you appreciate this!" Sara said to Nataly, just a little bit angry about her pants, "These candies better be worth it... my butt's killing me and it looks like I had an accident in my pants!" Sara complained.

Then, looking around the room at the mess Nataly had created, Sara looked at the girl and laughed: "Does anyone know a good 'drying' spell?"

"Oh, and a mop might be useful too!" By this time, Sara had burst into a fit of the giggles. The horrified look on Nataly's face was priceless!

"Mop? Drying spell?" Nataly asked, trying to keep a stright face, but couldn't and started laughing hysterically. The rest o the buterrbeer spilled on her and on the floor, making a large puddle in the middle o the pub. Well, at least my sweeties are safe! she thought, and then slipped on the puddle and fell on her butt in the middle of the large puddle. Butterbeer splashed everywhere. Nataly blushed deeply, but still couldn't stop laughing.
Yep, that was really embrassing.

"Well," Sara thought happily to herself, "at least now, she and Nataly were in the same boat! But what they seriously needed was a new change of clothes!"

"So," Sara asked Nataly, "How about a refill on those butterbeers? I'll get us some new ones while you try to clean this mess up!"

Sara smiled at her clever solution, because she'd definately got the best of the deal!

Sara went off for more butterbeers and was astonished at what she found when she returned...

" I am not sure but I think there is a dress shop in HogsMeade" Jason told Bella.
" I will go and help you pick one out" Jason told Bella. " I have a good eye for fashion" Jason said to her.

"I dunno," Edem said briefly, sipping his butterbeer. This is getting addictive! He was giving Evan's question a thought--looking back now, he hadn't really examined the owl, had he? All he ever noticed was its scaly legs which made him go ew. Besides, the owls don't have many differences, and Fly? Fly had nothing to make itself identifiable at the moment. He wondered where it may be at that moment.

"Bud id was okay. De boy was mad because of what I did, and because I thought he was a firstie. But oder dan that I guess we're cool.. I guess.." he explained trying to convince Evan it was alright. He wondered if Jake Upstead was the kind of person who would forgive and forget--but judging from his childlishness, he wouldn't count on it much. He only hoped Fly would come back soon.

Looking at Evan again now, a thought struck his head, "I actually have a problem," he began, "and I'm sure dis is something you're really good in."

"hm...well you and Jacob might have same taste so it would be a great help for me. never have i bought anything so um...yeah cool," Bella wondered aloud
" but are sure you would have no problem accompanying me? i mean...Vicky...wouldnt mind...would she?" Bella asked poiletly.she didnt want to spoil Vicky and J.J's time with each other by walking along with them to buy something for her brother.

Evan shrugged, he didn't know anything about owls. He actually knew nothing about magical animals, they were his nightmares. He was interested in the "good and unharmful" ones, and that was just for lessons. He nodded and smiled as Rayedem said it was OK. Evan really didn't know what to say about the pink haired boy, so he just remained silent and thought for something to talk about. He wasn't ready to get back to the castle yet.

He smiled again when Rayedem said he had a problem the blondie was good at. Probably girls, as he was best at that. He realised too late that it was actually rude to smile when someone, particularly your best friend, had a problem, and quickly erased that silly smile. Clearing his throat to look totally normal, he asked "Go on." It was like discussing business. He liked the idea of being the "advicer" for the first time.

"What are you smiling at?" Edem asked, frowning, a sad expression on his face. He sighed, then continued soon as Evan said it was okay to go on. "I.. You probably have guessed dis. And it's not that I'm troubled wid dis, it's just.. I dunno, I never feel comfortable when I'm alone with a girl I don't know, and when dey're being, say, a little too friendly, I always look for an excuse, any excuse, to get away from the scene. I'm afraid they'd hate me for dis."

And it's all out. He was glad that he didn't have to keep that silly problem to himself anymore. Maybe Evan could help him sort it out. One thing he hadn't mentioned though, he felt quite comfortable with Lucille and Xy, and Rhea, but that's it. Lucille had been, well, his childhood friend, and his best one. Xy and Rhea? Maybe they were, like, older, but doesn't seniority always make him feel idiotic? Sigh. He drank what remains of his glass of butterbeer, pouting.

Rhea walked into the three broomsticks, a bag of candy in one hand and her purse in the other. She hadn't had a butterbeer since being at Hogwarts and needed one.

She inhaled the familiar smell of her favourite pub. It was definitely good to be back. Making her way across the room to the counter, she spotted Ray, then frowned. His ear was so going to get it. And was that a butterbeer he was drinking???? It was. Hmph, she hadn't been off getting any muggle healer drinks.
She walked over and pulled on his right ear.

"I--uuh..." Evan struggled to explain why he was smiling. Seriously, why did he, his friend was really sad! When he couldn't come up with a sensible reason, he shut up, and concentrated on Ray.

Aw... he was shy? Wasn't that the word? Or was he afraid they wouldn't like him? But, if that was the case he shouldn't be comfortable with boys too. And he was pretty comfy with Evan. Well girls would hate him if he'd keep doing it, that was for sure. Evan mused for a minute before talking. "So you're too shy, and afraid they wouldn't like you, that you might talk or behave wrong?" he asked, trying to summarize it. He felt Rayedem wanted a solution, but Evan had to understand first, and he was never good with words.

Edem waved his hand to explain to Evan nonverbally that it was alright.

"I don't know.." he began, thinking. Was he shy? No, never. Never to people his age. He tend to disrespect them, even, because he was always feeling superior to them. Always. Had it changed? He had never really noticed.. "No, that's what happened.. I mean, I say and do what I want--I know it's not good either."

Edem paused again for a brief moment. It was hard to tell, even to Evan. He continued nonetheless, "It's their actions that make me feel weird. Like.. Like I'm something people could stare at." he had thought of no other way to put that--that was the best he could come up with yet. "And then I just feel like leaving, you know? I.. I don't understand." he shook his head.

"Ouch! OUCH!" Edem yelled as he felt someone tugging his right ear. Goodness, it hurt. Whomever did that better have a good enough reason to do so, a vengeance to pay. Shaking off the hand holding his ear, Edem turned around to see who it was.

Uh-oh. The arrogant figure of Rhea Bellaire. Now, what made her hate him?

"Rhea! Hey!" Edem greeted, rubbing his right ear. It was getting hot; he would bet that it was turning beet red by the second. Then, he realized something. He quickly said again. "Er, Rhea, meet Evan. Evan, Rhea." he gestured, introducing the two. He hoped Evan was already in better mood that he won't go and burst at Rhea like he did at Thomas.

Rhea turned to the boy, ray introduced her too.
"Pleasure," she said smiling at him before rounding on Ray again.
"Are all muggles as forgetful as you are?" She asked frowning.
"We had a deal small fry, at least I kept my end of the bargain." She wasn't mad at him but boy was he forgetful. She handed the bag of sweets to him.
"You can share this with your friend if you want. Everything I promised is in there. Seems like you have already had your first butterbeer," she said eyeing the bottle that he was holding.

She looked around the pub.
"Anyways, I'll let you get back to talking to your little friend. I'll see you around. And remember you still have your end of the bargain to carry out."
She ruffled his hair, like she always did and walked towards the counter.

Edem had remained quite still. No words, no movements.. He was just staring at Rhea, apparently stunned, while she babbled. No! He hadn't forgotten! Wait until Rhea heard what he had to say.. But his voice didn't come out until finally, the fifteen year old ruffled his hair and handed him a bag of sweets, and he was snapped back into reality as she walked away.

"I didn't forget anything!" he called out, "I even sent an owl to Seattle, I'd let you know when it came back!" then he looked down to his bag of sweets, curious of what's inside it. Maybe Evan would help him out.. He turned back to Evan, tilting his head slightly, and shrugged.

" We are good friends Bella just like you and Vicky are good friends" jason told Bella. "She would not mind us going shopping together for yoru brother" Jason said to Bella. " Vicky knows I have a lots of friends. males and females" Jason said to her. " Vicky probably has a lot of female freinds as male friends, too" he told her. " There is no jealousy from either of us" Jason reassured Bella. "Who knows, Vicky may pick out the best clothes" Jason laughed.

Rain boots clacking along the floor, Daphne entered the premises with scorn etched into every inch of her delicate face. RAIN BOOTS. Because SOMEONE had not packed her trunk properly and instead of putting in a pair of decent boots Daphne was forced to either walk around in sandals, her school slip on canvas shoes or RAIN BOOTS.

Shoving her little nose in the air, Daphne slipped her hands into the pockets of her cardigan. There was an empty seat at a very dirty looking table. Wrinkling her nose, the blond took a seat and fiddled with the hem of her dress--until she figured out what to do and where to go and who to find.

Phoebus sat at his table, alone for the time being when shewalked in. He paused, a slightly wistful half-smile on his face as he watched Daphne; He was sporting a slight mustache now from his butterbeer but lacked any reflective surface so when he walked over to where she was, he was quite certainly unaware of his mustachioed self.

He approached her with slight caution but obvious happiness and greeted her. " Hi there, Daphne!" He said, and then instantly shrank within. How dumb was that greeting? STUPID. " Um. Hey," he said, waving his free hand a bit before awkwardly looking around for anything to talk about. His gaze landed on her..rain boots? " You have purple boots on," He announced adn then took another drink of his butterbeer. More mustache, unbeknownst to Phoebus. " Um. It's a nice color on you." He said with a quick smile before he just plopped into the seat next to her. Smooth, oh yes.

Her hands, were in her pockets. There was no way Daphne Hopton would place her manicured fingers on that dirty table. SOMEONE was going to have to clean it! SOMEONE who wasn't her. Because Daphne was sure that they had people for that kind of thing around these parts. SURELY, someone was getting paid to clean. SURELY.

Looking up at the sound of a familiar voice Daphne---blinked.

"Hello Phoebus," she replied with a small pout, brown-green eyes focused on the boy's peculiar mustache. Mustache. Peculiar. The corner of her lips twitched. "I didn't pack properly," she lied. THEY didn't pack properly. The STUPID help because THEY were too busy paying attention to ISAAC.

MOTHER should have been taking care of ISAAC. Not her help. Not her help. "Thank you, though, I never really...wear it much, the color I mean," corrected Daphne before wiggling a finger at her own lips. "Phoebus, you have a little...something," she finished and wiggled her finger at her lips some more. As if to drive the message home, Daphne pursed her lips on and off repeatedly.

Kiss faces? Not quite. More like 'you've got a little butter beer mustache going on Phoebus' faces.

Phoebus heartbeat managed some pitter-pattering nonsense when Daphne pouted like that. She really was quite cute when she did that.He smiled broadly at her when she was talking, yet he wasn't sure if he was paying more attention to her words or how pretty she was when she was talking. Or doing anything really.

Her finger wiggling got his attention....was she trying to get...a....kiss? He actually leaned forward slightly before her words thankfully reached his brain. " Oh...OH." He said, setting his glass on the table rather forcefully and the butterbeer sloshing out a bit. " Um yeah, it happens doesn't it?" He chuckled a bit, obviously embarrassed. What had he been thinking?!? He picked up a napkin and wiped quickly at his upper lip and then at the mess on the table. " I think you should, you know..wear it more. The color. Purple, that is. " He said, nodding and then looking around. " So..so why are you by yourself? " He asked, carefully drinking his butterbeer this time so as not to garner another foamy mustache.