Patrick sighed and ran a hand down his face. Yeah it sounded like something Ella would do and make Milo get mad at. It's not like he actually wanted to meet the guy anyway. From what he heard, Milo hated his guts. "Seriously Ella, sometimes you just need to hold your tongue and not blurt stuff out," he told her. He didn't exactly like hearing that Aiden was her best friend. "Do you think he...likes you?" he questioned, sort of choking out the last part. He really would like to hear what she thought. Patrick was getting slightly frustrated at what Ella was saying. "Listen Ella, she has no idea where her dad is and isn't allowed to see anyone on her dad's side of the family and the only family on her mum's side already died too. All of her friend's are underage. She doesn't have a lot of options. Besides, it will only be until the end of school and then she'll go and live in her own flat," he explained in a hard tone again. Plus she had a 14 year old sister. "Nothing will happen! I can't believe you don't even trust me!" he cried. What the hell...

"Don't know yet. I'll worry about that later," he replied to her question. It's not like he wanted to go anyway either. He would though. Force himself into awful dress robes. He chuckled at her comment and smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. "She will. I just don't want to see you give up on her completely." Where would the effort be there?

"Yes I said that, but not that dress," he said with a roll of his eyes. She's just look scary in that dress. He listened to what she wanted and nodded. "Ooookay." Now time to look around for something that matched the requirements and Ella's attitude. He spotted one that was short, strapless and shiny looking. Then he realized it was practically made out of leather. He held it up for her to see. "What do you think about this one?" he asked.

"I'm sure you do try," he said, deciding just to go along with her. Even if she did try to keep her mouth shut it wasn't as if she wouldn't blurt offensive stuff out again sometime. It was mentally and physically impossible for Ella Ainsworth not to. He looked at her with an irritated expression. Oh God! And there he was being nice to Aiden earlier. He should have smacked him for even daring to say that. "I knew it! Why can't that kid just stick to the other girlfriend's he has?" It's not like he was majorly jealous or anything because he didn't get jealous but it still made him mad and it wasn't as if Ella's tone sounded convincing either. "No it isn't the same! It's not as if it's just the two of us. Bonnie Campbell will be there too. Plus my cousin Thalia is coming for Christmas!" he declared, just remembering that his cousin had wrote him. It would be nice to see her again.

"You girls are just so hard to understand," he muttered with a chuckle, rolling his eyes. Absolutely undeniably confusing. They had the weirdest emotions ever and went sort of loony at other times. Guys were easier to read and understand. Plus they didn't really hold grudges toward each other.

He was glad to hear she liked the dress. It looked very Ella-ish in his opinion. Feisty and rebellious. He considered it as she held it up. Hmm....well of course he definitely liked it! That had been his own pick for gosh sake. "Yeah I really like it. So are you done or do you want to keep looking?" he asked.

Sarah and Oliver!
 

Errr. He had seen her trying to sneak off. Crap. Hehe. "I wasn't trying to esc-" She shook her head, making a face and turning to Sarah. "I wasn't....Just needed some fresh air..." When she got to the last word, it seemed like her own air was swooshing out from her lungs and she slumped her shoulders. She was never a good liar.

Blink.
What was he doing? Miranda watched Oliver put the robes on and then snorted at his appearance. It really did NOT bring out his best features. Bahaha. "It....looks..." what the hell was she supposed to say?

"BfffffffffpppphhAHAHAHAHA!" She turned to Sarah, joining her. Oh, he would look sooo much better in anything else. Her laughter was reduced to giggles, and then general gasping. "Yeah..." Phew. His question had gone unanswered. HEhe.

Miranda was quite unaware of Olivers sudden end of good humour, returning to the catalogue. Two lady models were twirling around in their gigantic dresses, looking like they were having the time of their lives. "Silly..." They can twirl around and wear PANTS. PFffft. Miranda did it all the time. Hehe. Hm, no poodle mask, then?

He wasn't going? She raised an eyebrow at the boy. Like, really? "Really?" Hm, this, she didn't quite believe? "There's going to be..." Eurgh. "Dancing. Like...and that moonwalk stuff you do. Probably." Assumptions. "Muggle clothes." She nodded, peeking up from her catalogue, "Good choice. That...ensemble you're wearing..not really your style, is it?" Hehe.

Blushing? WhoS BLUsHing?! "I'm nooooooooot." Cue akward giggle-thing. Dangit. She covered her face with the book, only her eyes were visible, hoping the blushing would be covered. "A short dress....is too short." Well duuuuh. "I just...I'll freeze...?" Heh. And...she wasn't sure she wanted to make a fool of herself with Ollie being here and all.

Back to the catalogue, but apparently her awesome pants idea was not really such a good one? Jeans? "Yes?" Eh. "What's wrong with jeans?" She stretched out her legs and peeked over the catalogue again, at her jeans covered legssssss. "Are you saying I don't look good in jeans?" POUUUUT.

Brant. Hm. "No...he hasn't asked me..." She started to chew her lower lip with a small frown, eyes glazing over. "He's been kind of busy too..." Maybeeeee he didn't want to go with her? She suddenly felt a pang of sadness. Bleh, since when had she started to care about this stuff. Go together? Yeah, that would be nice. 'Cause, who needed boys...right? PFFFFT. "Sounds like a great PLAN, SarAH!" Why was she shouting??

Patrick opened his mouth to speak then shut it again looking away from her. He decided that he was going to think before speaking. "For some strange reason Ella, I believe you aren't exactly sincere on that. Somewhere deep down is telling me you are interested," he said in anger, looking back at her. What the hell were they now? This wasn't how a relationship was suppose to be. "Look at us! Self doubting each other. Is there something you'd like to tell me Ella? Are you not completely satisfied with me?" he questioned, looking at her with almost pleading eyes. "I was going to invite you over but I think you'd rather not now," Patrick stated, just shaking his head and looking away from her again.

"You girls let your emotions rage and sometimes us guys want to hide our heads in the dirt. Like an ostrich or something," he threw back but not as hard as he had been speaking. Yeah great comparison Dubois. An ostrich. Very clever. "We have no idea what goes on in your little head either." Take that Ainsworth.

He watched as she went off to pay for the dress and was glad she had decided on one so fast. He knew other girls were most likely going to be in here for hours unsure of what to pick. Then she came back and kissed him and he couldn't help but let a grin meet his lips. "Your more than welcome."

Patrick listened as she said she was mistaken. Pftt...yeah right. He knew that she wasn't exactly honest with that but whatever Ella. They weren't ever going to be perfect. "Okay fine. I'll believe you. It's just we both have to work to make this last." It was perfectly clear that they did. They were both having trust issues. He sighed as she grabbed his hands. He believed that she did want him but he felt she wanted Aiden too. Patrick pulled her close to him and whispered, "Besides, I'm more fun than Aiden," with a smirk and mischievous glint in his eye. "Why settle for a Gryffie over a bad boy?" He kissed her firmly on the lips then let her go. "You're still invited." It's not as if he didn't want his girlfriend over because he did.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes. He knew Ella would take that as something very amusing. "We don't cry over a girl when they reject us or want revenge when our best friend dates an ex girlfriend. Though we tend to beat them up." Ehh...that was the best he could come up with. "Yeah the opposite gender is definitely more confusing." It was true for both he supposed.

He looked back at the scarves and just shrugged. "Nah, I may as well use the handy Internet for that. Muggles are very useful you know." He took her hand and led her towards the door. The sky was dimming and it looked as if most were heading back to the castle. "Why don't I walk with you back to the castle," he suggested.

Her eyes scanned the store as they entered, wondering where they should start to look. She still needed to replace her school robes, and grab a few other things as well. "So were do ya wanna start?" She asked, swinging her legs slightly. "Robes, gloves, socks...." Really she could go on listing the many items in the store.

"Uhm...wherever you would like." Sabel blinked, peering about the store. There was a lot inside. A lot of nice stuff too. Probably expensive. Not that he was planning on buying anything but...ooh dragonhide gloves? That just sounded too epic not to check out.

"I need some new school robes." She motioned over to the robes with her foot. The dress robes caught her eyes and made her remember the ball that was being planed for the end of the term. She didn't really need one though since her parents were owling her's in.

"As long as you don't make me dress up in a pink one, I'm a-okay with going over there." Sabel teased, reaching up and lightly grabbing her pointing foot as he started over to the robe section. "Please keep your arms and feet close to the moving vehicle to avoid any unneccessary toppilation of clothes-racks." He mused in his best airplane pilot voice. Though, more than likely it would be his own limbs that he had to watch out for; not hers.

"Fiiine," She said with an over exaggerated sigh. "You'll just have to try on the purlpe one." Grinning, Arya let her legs dangle and loosely wraped her arms around Sabel's neck. Her eyes bouncing around the shop as they headed over to the robes. "Aye aye, Captain."

"Purple?" Sabel mulled this over as he brought them up to the robes. "I suppose I can do that. It is after all, the color of royalty." Not that he was royal, but there was a good excuse to trying it on. "I'll probably look like a grape though." A really long, skinny one.

"Please wait till the vehicle has come to a complete stop. Should you need assistance getting onto the tarmak, please ask. Thank you for flying with Dakest airlines. We hope you to see you again." And with that he made the sound of a plane door opening as he let Arya down off his back.

"You are the King of Candy Land." She said pointedly as she scanned the slection of robes from his back, searching for the ones her height. "You could get Lavendery purple. Cause grapes are more of a....dark purple."

Giggling, she slid off of Sabel's back. "That was a wonderful flight, hopefully on my next trip there will be snacks." She jested as she let her hand run over a few black school robes. Seeing all of the different types of robes had her thinking about the ball. Arya made note to send her parents an owl for her dress. And there was her distraction. "I think this will look marvelous on you." She held up a long purplish robe that had caught her eye.

Sabel chuckled as he straightened. "I'll make sure to pull out my lint-lined cheetos from my pockets on the way back then."

Following her about the robe section, he let his eyes wander the store, eyeing some of the gloves and hats that were avaliable. He nearly ran into Arya when she stopped and blinked rapidly down at the robe she was holding out. A small smile touched the corners of his lips as he reached out and picked up one of the sleeves, holding the rather frilly lined seam up between them. "You think I look good in frills?" Because that wasn't disturbing at all.

Arya made a face, "Eww. Maybe I'll just bring my own snacks." Then she stuck her tounge out at him to show she was only joking. Well, maybe a bit of what she said was the truth.

Surpressing her laughter, she nodded her head. "Yes, it....adds to the outfit, don't you think? You should wear it to the ball." She would make sure to have a camera on hand if he did. "You'll be the talk of the castle."

Sabel let out a laugh and took the apparel from Arya, considering it once more before shelving it as he shook his head. "I think, my bunny slippers will be cause for enough talk. Let us not add insult to injury shall we?" He scanned the robes on the rack, letting his fingers wander just centimeters above them before waving his hand and pointing over at the other corner of the store. "I think I'mma gonna go over there. I'll be right back."

Truth be told, he didn't want to have to try on the black robe with neon purple stripes running across its seams and hems that was hanging with the others. No thank you.

She shrugged her shoulders as he placed the robe back with the others. Slowly she made her way back over to the school robes, still searching for her size when she noticed him wondering off. "M'kay, I'll be over here looking for school robes...." Her voice drifted as she picked up one and held it against her. Not realizing his reason for drifting off.

She hadn't noticed. That was a relief. But it no longer held his main attention. He had spotted what he wanted and there was nothing in the 'Verse that was going to stop him.

Reaching the rack of earmuffs he searched about before finding one that made him smile. Soft, plushy earmuffs of a gentle orange hew; not too bright and not too dull, just right. Pulling them off the shelf he tested the size before nodding. Just perfect.

With another glance to make sure Arya was still busy looking at robes, he made his way to the counter to pay for the garment. Best purchase of the year thus far.

Rubiey wandered into the empty shop, and the warmth of it hit her straight away; it contrasted so much with the freezing cold outside. She needed to find a present for Fee and Alice; they were staying over at hers, and, being her best friends, she wanted to get them something special.

As she glanced around, she spotted something pink and glittery, and she went straight over to it. It was a soft, fluffy, pale pink scarf, with bits of glittery string weaved into it. It had Fee written all over it. She took it over to the counter, and paid her 16 sickles and 25 knuts. She smiled happily to herself. One down, one to go.

for anyone who wants <3
 

SHOPPING?!? Did somebody say SHOPPING?!?!

Savannah obviously liked shopping, considering she was skipping through the aisles. Wasn't that an odd sight? A tall girl standing at about 5'10 prancing like a unicorn through a store. Did Savannah really need anything? Nope, she didn't need anything at all. That never stopped her before though. The blonde took a halt as she saw someone standing in one of the aisles looking almost flustered. WHY WERE THEY FLUSTERED!?? They were SHOPPING and shopping was more fun than anything in the whole wide world.Besides kissing your boyfriend

Oh haiiiiiiiii.....it was a professor! O_O A worried look spread on Savannah's face, hopefully she wouldn't get yelled at for skipping like a fairy princess inside a store?!? So the blonde stood, silent, her heels no longer clicking because she wasn't skipping.

How could her sisters possibly ENJOY this task?! It was like purposefully annoying and everything all looked the same. Scratch that . . . someone was skipping in the aisle! Which meant they TOO enjoyed this task? OR they just liked skipping. Which was weird cause why would anyone want to skip in a clothing store?

Gulping, she stared as she recognized the blond girl/woman/child from her classes. Except in her classes, everyone was always seated so she never noticed how TALL the girl was and how oddly inferior she felt . . . even though she was the professor. OH! She totally she have worn her heels!

"Good afternoon, Miss Conrad, is it?" Best to still maintain formalities even if they were in Hogsmeade. "Cold day today for shopping, eh?" Actually, if it involved shopping, even if the weather was a 120 degrees, it'd still be cold for Fina.