"Well that sucks for both of us." Melrose told him. "No you're not I just know guys very well." Mellie told Justin. Melrose nodded and flash his a flirty smile. "Yes, really..." Melrose looked at her watch, oh crap...she had to go. "I'm sorry to end the conversation like this but I have to go. I hope we can talk more while at Hogwarts..." Melrose said. She kissed him on the cheek and walked out off the shop.

Justin giggled slightly. Why did he always do that? Giggling when he liked a girl was not a good thing. "Indeed it does" he finally replied. Wow she really did like him back. Chaching. "So the lord does like me" he joked. Not a time for joking but when God gives you oranges, make orange juice. Or something like that anyway. But she had to go now. "It was nice meeting you" he said. He smiled when she kissed him on the cheek. Of course, he was doing somersaults inside.

Dervish & Banges was definitely Braeden's favourite shop in Hogsmeade, right after Honeyduke's. They had everything here! EVERYTHING. Even things the boy didn't even know existed until he saw them here.

The best part? Everything the shop had to offer was aimed for both pureblood wizards and muggleborn wizards, like himself. So there were many neat little muggle things the boy could buy and then take home and show his family (though most of the time his mother considered it to be silly things that only occupied space... she was right).

The boy was just absentmindedly examining an old broken wristwatch that could, apparently, be opened, and the inside was filled with ink, just in case you ever needed an ink bottle right away without searching your backpack. The downside was that if you left the top (which was the watch's face) open and moved your arm, all the ink would just spill out… It was magical, though, so it never ran out of ink. Cleaning up the mess was another story, though, and Braeden had to learn this the hard way as he quickly pulled the watch off and tried his best to clean up the mess of ink he'd just left on the table. GAH.

Despite having attended Hogwarts for nearly two years, Roderigo had never set foot inside Hogsmeade. At least the weather was warmer now than it had been for most of term. The warm sun was making him hot, so he took off his cloak and tucked it into his bag. As he walked along the quaint Wizarding village, the joke shop Dervish and Banges caught his eye. Highly intrigued, the Spaniard walked up to the door and entered the shop. The seventh-year Ravenclaw instantly fell in love with it. There were endless shelves of tiny, intricate knickknacks. He walked over to a rather large, Muggle Cuckoo Clock when he heard a slightly rambunctious clatter from nearby. He turned around to see who else but Braeden Stonem trying to clean up yet another mess he'd gotten himself into, literally. Shaking his head, he walked up to the Gryffindork.
"What've you done this time," he asked, chuckling. He peered at the massive amount of black ink that had spilled all around. "Really?" He asked, laughing.

Braeden jumped a bit and turned around sharply as he heard a voice ask what he'd done this time. Immediately, he assumed it to be the shop owner, who had probably come over to charge him for the mess and clean it up with his lion's mane. However, what he found was Roderigo instead.

Whew.
"Rod!" He gave his Ravenclaw friend a dorky, nervous grin. "Oh, I… might have spilled a bit of ink…" he muttered, looking like a little kid who'd just been caught committing a crime. His hands were smeared in black ink, and it had tainted his pants as he searched for his wand.

"What brings you here?" he asked casually, hoping to get the attention AWAY from his clumsiness. He could fix this on his own. Let's forget it ever happened, eh?

Roderigo couldn't help but laugh at the reaction his Gryffindor friend had when he spoke to him. Who did Brae think he was, the shopkeeper coming to reprimand him for spilling ink everywhere? Seeing the mess Brae was making all over himself and the floor, the Spaniard pulled out his own wand and pointed it at the ink spillage.
"I've got it," he said, fearing that Brae could potentially make the mess even worse. "Tergeo." His wand siphoned the ink from the floor and Braeden's clothes. Placing his wand back into the pocket of his robes, Roderigo leaned against a large wooden beam that supported the shop.
"Well this is my first time in Hogsmeade," he said, looking around the shop. "And I saw this place first. It's really nice." He said. "What about you?" He didn't see Brae as one to collect knickknacks and whatnot.

Braeden gave Rod a weak smile when the young Ravenclaw decided to clean up the mess for him. How was it that he always ended up making a mess, and other people always ended up cleaning it up for him? Hmm. Well, now that he thought about it, that wasn't something to complain about… He should be glad he has minions to clean up after him. >:]

"Thanks," said the boy with one of his lopsided grins as he watched the ink magically disappear from his clothes. He set the ink bottle/watch back on the table and grabbed a sand clock instead, watching as its sand changed colours magically.

And then Roderigo explained this was his first time in Hogsmeade. GASP! "What?!" Braeden couldn't believe his ears. "But--but--but--but--HOW?! Why?!" Ignoring the Spaniard's following questions, Braeden went on with his freak out, "But Hogsmeade is the best part of even coming to Hogwarts! Don't tell the professors or even our classmates I said that…" He looked around warily. "Where else have you been? Just here? You have to see Honeyduke's!"

Hogsmeade was crowded!

Yes, almost by Hogwarts students from all year levels. The Professors and other School Staff were also there, she even saw Professor Roslund and Professor Scabior in the Main Street when she entered the village.

Beezus wanted to visit Madame Puddifoot's so bad and get some ice cream but when she went there earlier, there were so many people that she couldn't even fit through the door. It was the same on the Three Broomsticks and even on the Candy Shop! Gaaaahhh, there were just too many. And that was the very reason she was here, in a shop she doesn't even know the what the name is.

SIGH.

"Just where in Merlin's beard am I?" the eaglette inquired as she looked around, up at the ceilings, and down at the floor. 'I...don't think I'm still in Hogsmeade', she thought.

Hogsmeade...

Jonathan hasn't visited this place in such a long time. Last term he wanted to go but ended up not going because he felt like a bear, he wanted to hibernate during the fall season... or was that winter? Jonathan is a big fan of sleeping so he usually goes out especially to Hogmeade when he has nothing to buy at all. But he really has to right now. It's boring to be alone at the dungeons when everyone is spending there days here.

Jonathan aimed to go to 3 places today which is the quill shop, the wizardwear shop and Madame Pudifoots shop for something to eat. Jonathan walked around the alley when he noticed this corner of Hogsmeade.

What is this place anyway? He has been at Hogwarts for such a long time but he hasn't been here though. Was it even here in the previous years he was here? Jonathan then walked entered the place and it looks really old. It's quite creepy too. His eyes wasn't focusing on the ground. It was searching high and low--- nothing in specific. Jonathan was just curious to this place then all of a sudden he bumped into someone... well, technically it's sort of a nudge. He didn't see the person in front of him

"Sorry" he said as he quickly shifted his eyes over the person he bumped into. As he finally realized who he bumped into, his eyes narrowed. "Great" he said in a sarcastic tone. "Didn't expect you to be here" he mumbled as he narrowed his eyes.

'Was that the smell of sawdust? Really?' Beezus coughed. Just where in the world she was, she didn't have any idea. But all those spooky looking things around here kindled a fire of excitement within her. Sometimes, she just doesn't understand herself, at times, she likes cute things then all of a sudden, she'd be flailing over something unusual.

Another siiiiiiigh. Maybe she should get herself checked?

Beezus was about to pivot around--she was getting herself checked remember? So, she was about to head back to the school and see the Healer, when she bumped into someone, or did that someone bump into her? She was to shrug it off and just go but decided against it when she found out who that someone was.

Jonathan Kim. Slytherin's Obsessive-Compulsive Disordered student. 'And what was that? Great? It sure was great' she on the other hand thought sarcastically. As he narrowed his eyes which were already narrow and told her of the unexpected, the eaglette casually shrugged. "Ermm..do I know you?" Spiteful little eaglette, she is. But she immediately followed it with, "Naaahh..Of course I know you. Likewise, didn't expect to see you here." Beezus didn't want them to clash again. Kurumi won't like that.

Jonathan never really considered her as a person that would joke around him. He still remembers the time they encountered at the dungeons corridor, which wasn't that long. So yeah, the whole Do I know you routine, isn't exactly as funny as she thought it would be. Jonathan starred at her with a blank expression. Now that he thinks about it, he had the same awful encounter with Louisa as well. They're both Ravenclaws too. What is up with that? At least though, Louisa and Jonathan eventually became friends in the end.

Should he make the same joke as well?

Jonathan shrugged when she also didn't expect him to come to this place. She has a point too but still, does she know he's OCD or something? "How come you're here, then?" he asked as he started to look at the displayed stuffs. Do people still buy here?

Oh.

He gave her a blank expression. She badly wanted to wave her hands in front of him frantically and ask him if he was numb or if he merely lacked humor. She was trying to be funny per se, so that the two of them won't quarrel again and all she received was a blank face. How about she slap his blank expression-ed face with ice cream?!

What was she doing there? Honestly, she was just lurking around Hogsmeade for all the other shops were very crowded when she saw that shop. Seeing as it was quieter than the others, she decided to take a look. Yeap....Beezus was about to open her mouth and tell him that when his head started turning around as he seemingly eyed the displays. Waiiiiit..just wait. He was talking to her, correct? Didn't he knew that diverting someone's attention whilst he was still talking to someone wasn't good? The eaglette couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Did you find something interesting?" she asked as she followed where he was looking. Then she faced him while she crossed her arms above her chest. "And whaat? Would I still need to answer your question or you would just look at that dead looking displays instead of paying attention to someone that's actually breathing?"

Jonathan smirked.

Was that an eyebrow raised? Jonathan could not still forget about their conversation down at the dungeons. Did this girl ever learned her lesson? His eyes is focused now on her. Eyeing her from top to bottom with his narrows eyes with a smirk on his face. Not bad, she likes green... Slytherin color.

Jonathan nodded "Yes" he replied with his one answer specialty. But then Jonathan suddenly paused when Beatrice added the latter part. She was looking and sounding cockier as ever. "So do I have to look at you everytime we converse?" he asked. Of course his tone was sarcastic and probably that was a rhetorical question. "We don't even like each other" he said mumbling under his breath. It's pretty much quiet here so she probably have heard that one.

The eaglette closed her eyes forcefully for two seconds. Merlin, students from Slytherin House could always cut her patience. REALLY. 'So do I have to look at you everytime we converse?' That stupid and annoying question kept ringing on her ears. Gaaaah, she wanted to scream at his face that yes, it was necessary. But a few strands of her manners took over. Instead, she inhaled deeply and forced a smile. "I think so. So I would know I'm the one you're talking to and not that pus-filled jars around."

Walk out. That was what she's about to do before she heard him adding a teeny tiny bit sentence. Beezus halted and faced him, square on. "Pfft. Of course we don't like each other." Snort. "Who would even like someone who's disordered and humorless like you?" the eaglette asked in a very soft voice that anyone who'd hear her would think the world just turned upside down.

It is indeed a very fine day and Jonathan talking to Beezus just keeps getting better and better. It's been awhile since he had a teasing argument from a lower year. Besides, it was after all a cold day, it lessens the hot head. Jonathan saw her forced smile and gave a small laugh. Yeah, Jonathan is a fan of those. Everybody loves a good fake smile, don't they?

Listening to her made him grin. Jonathan leaned closer to her this time, leveling with her face. "I think you're sorted under the wrong house because no one talks to pus filled jars." he said then he looked left and right "Thing is, you're the only person here so obviously, you're the person I'm talking to" he added.

Jonathan leaned over the wall as she saw Beezus walked and eventually stopped in the middle. He's disordered and humorless? Wow, that's rich. "I suppose you're the queen of comedy then" he also smiled at her sweetly. Well, it was rather a rotten sweet smile.

Eh? She was sorted into the wrong house? As Jonathan leveled with her, she glared at him without blinking. There was no way she was going to let him off that fast. She too had those thoughts before, sorted into the wrong house. But later, she discovered that the sorting hat had decided correctly, for being in Ravenclaw house wasn't all about being intelligent. It was a house for those who persevere. Though some didn't quite lived up to uphold that value. "You know Jon-jon," a small pause. Hehehehe. "I think otherwise, because if you try talking to those pus-filled jars then actually I'd be able to see someone who talks with the latter." Beezus explained mischievously.

A sweet smile was given to her.

Sweet smile! Merlin, that wasn't anywhere sweet. Jonathan looked as if his teeth had just been removed using a scissor. Time for a counter attack. "Queen of comedy. Why..that's flattering." the eaglette gave the snake a satisfied smile. "And I believe you're the King for the most awful facial expressions?" Yeah, no one could beat him at that.

Ella entered Dervish and Banges with a smile, still holding on to Logan's hand. She looked over her shoulder at him, excitedly. "See? I told you it was cool." There was stuff all over the place, muggle and magical items, and Ella's eyes widened as she took everything in.

Logan looked around the shop. This was pretty cool! He smiled at Ella. "Yeah it is!" he said, still smiling at her.

Ella kept looking around, pulling Logan along excitedly. She hoped he didn't mind her excitement. "It's nice being around some muggle stuff for a change." Ella said happily. "Reminds me of home a bit." Ella was pretty homesick but was trying to stay positive. She didn't want to complain as she was in an amazing place with an amazing boy.

Logan walked with her, smiling. He looked around again and nodded. "Yeah, it is." he said. "It reminds me of home too." he said. That wasn't a good thing though...he hated home. It wasn't even home...Hogwarts was Logan's home. He smiled at this.

Ella looked at him, wondering if it bothered him...her talking about home. She turned to face him and looked in his eyes. "Does it bother you, I mean me talking about home?" She tried to stay focused on what she wanted to say but it was hard when she was looking at him like this and he was just so darn cute. It was easy for a girl to get sidetracked. Wait what was I saying again? Oh right, home... "I mean I know that you don't have great memories of home and-" She looked down at her shoes feeling bad for even bringing it up.

That was a rather odd explanation for something he had asked in the most rhetorical way. Was it because she's young she bloody don't know what is the difference between a rhetorical question and a real question? It quite funny how she manages to answer every bits of question Jonathan has asked. Quite frankly it is rather amusing to him that she does that a lot. Obviously, Jonathan doesn't have to say more about it. He just looked at her and his face wanted to laugh. Yes, silly little girl. You don't need to answer that question.

Jonathan shook his head slowly and snorted "That was not a compliment" because if it was Jonathan would be laughing at her so-called jokes instead of staring at her, pausing and blanking out.

And so it was awards night or something? Jonathan chuckled "I beg to differ. I pretty much think you deserve the award" he said folding his arms across his chest. WAIIIITTT!!!! Why is it that Beatrice--- this girl has a negative vibe for Slytherins? Even on their first encounter she already didn't like him. What is up with that. "If I may ask, why is it that you hate our kind?" he smirked. Yes, he means, Slytherins. There could be a lot of reasons for this. It could be because her family swore they'd disown her if she was sorted under Slytherin; it could also be that she encountered some awful Slytherins in the past which is mostly likely not happening since she had just enrolled from Hogwarts not too long ago OR--- Jonathan smiled deviously "Is it because you liked someone before and he didn't have the same mutual feeling?" he teased. It could be that too.

But thing is, if it were really the reason, then who could be that guy?

'Well? Cat got your tongue? That you can't give a response to my explanation?' Beezus wanted to ask Jonathan that. He didn't have any reply to what she said earlier so she assumed that he ran out of things to say. Yeah, she's just too good.

T'was not a compliment? Oh, really now? 'Maybe he's just too shy to admit that.' the eaglette said in her mind. Why else would he call her queen of comedy? Unless it was said to imply irony. And that's when it hit her. Yes, that wasn't a compliment. Gaaaah, where was her brain? He was mocking her! "Suit yourself.." she replied as she gave him a sharp look. Oh..she'll have her revenge at another time.

Beezus was about to give an answer to his next question when he didn't even gave her the time to do so for he suddenly had another inquiry. She snorted and shrugged. Why did she hate their kind? What kind? The kind with those blank expressions? Or the ones who talked to pus-filled jars? "What kind are you talking about? Slytherins?" Maybe he'd think she was slow, but it was still best to ask before answering. 'AND.. WHAAAAT?' "What?" the eaglette couldn't help but voice out what she was thinking. So Jonathan was thinking she was bitter towards Slytherin boys just because there was a certain someone from that house she liked and didn't return the feelings? "Ha! You're pathetic Jonathan.." Yeap, he was a hopeless case. "Look, I don't like anyone." Or maybe she did, but she won't tell him that. "Especially not someone from your house," There was just no chance. Or was there? She did miss having a certain someone annoy her during those few times they'd see each other.

Yet she dismissed the thought immediately and bit her lower lip. No, she was never going to admit that. Never.

Logan felt his heart skip a few beats as she looked in his eyes. How could he stop from doing that? It was SO annoying! He shook his head. "No, not really." he said, shrugging. He then listened to what she said and looked at the shelves again. "I er...well I have a f-few good memories there I guess. It's fine, don't worry about it." he said truthfully. The only good memories of home were having Cardigan and Taylor over and the maid Emmy. She was real sweet to him.

Ella nodded, wondering if he meant it. "Okay, good then." She looked down trying to think of something useful to say. Not able to think of anything, she scanned the shelves, setting her eyes on a glass item that looked much like a top. "Is that a-a sneakoscope?" She asked, walking closer to the object.