Had he mentioned his younger sisters name before? Oh well he must have, or she was assuming correctly that that's who he was talking about. "I try and she's adorable so its easy. Do you have any sisters or brothers?" And she was blushing again. Damn.

"i have two older sisters both in their 20's" she saw with his expression that maybe he was get frustrated at her she started frowning.
"may i ask what u want to do after hogwarts"

"After Hogwarts? I have no idea. Travelling I think, maybe work in telecommunications. Or Quidditch. Working for a Quidditch team would be cool." Alex replied, his expression showing how he was thinking on what she asked. Alex hadn't really thought of what he wanted to do when he was finished school.

"that sounds really cool ... Quidditch is awesome" she thought of Alex in a Quidditch uniformed and she started instantly blushing she thought he look very dashing in Quidditch Uniform

"Yeah it is. Will you be watching the finals at school?" why he asked that he didn't know. It sounded like he WANTED her to watch him play. Which may be kinda true since he was a show off when it came to what he was good at. And she was feeding his ego a bit with all the blushing. But he shouldn't be encouraging her. She. was. too. young.

"hmm" she contemplated she tapped her index finger on lower lip "would you like me to come and watch the game" she analyzed him to see if she would cause a reaction she pulled out her wand and flinched it twice and a mini 3 inch broom appeared and flew around in a circle

"Sure, the game can always use some more support, as can the team." Alex replied while his eyes followed the little broom around. She was clever for a second year. "Neat trick," he told her with a small smile as he finally finished off his drink.

"Now how are your ankles feeling? Do they still hurt?" his eyes showed that he was slightly worried about how she was feeling.

"ok i will go to the game i guess" she giggle making a smile

She raised her eyebrow and started blushing when he asked about her ankle "hmm i dont know" she looked down to look at her ankle she noticed it wasnt hurting at all but she couldnt resist but to keep talking to him "It still hurts a little if i take the ice off"

"Good. I just hope that we'll be able to beat Hufflepuff. What house are you in anyway?" Alex couldn't recall if she'd told him that earlier or not. And he was trying to take his mind off just how much the girl could blush.

"You should try to put a little bit of weight on it. It could be a serious sprain and in that case I'd really feel better if you saw the nurse..." because it shouldn't still be hurting by now if it was nothing serious...

Her faced was shocked and she looked down "i am a hufflepuff"

She did as he said and she put weight on it by standing up what she thought was that it was ok was a idiotic move because the second she did she burst into tears and feel to her knees her ankle hurted so bad that she couldnt even stand...

"Oh, well as someone on the Slytherin team I still hope we win. Just maybe that Hufflepuff comes close to winning." Alex conceded. Of course the girl was a Hufflepuff.

A Hufflepuff who apparently was seriously hurt. Not good.

Shrinking his shopping Alex placed it all in his pockets before dropping down in front of Rachael again. "Ok that's it. I'm taking you back to school to the hospital wing." He said with utter seriousness before turning around so his back was facing her. "Climb on ok?" he asked, turning his head to look at her.

She looked pitiful.

Rachael climbed onto his back still crying he was so sweet she wished to have been less of a burden on him he seemed happy before she went up him know not really she whispered in his ear "i am sorry i am such a burden"

"You aren't a burden, and it's not your fault that you got hurt." Alex said evenly as he slowly stood up. The girl was heavier than he thought she would be. And his shirt was getting wet from her tears. Little kids cried a lot.

"Please stop crying, you'll be fine." As soon as he got her to the hospital wing anyway.

his words were very comforting she stopped crying and started blushing again no guy has ever been so sweet to her she wished to kiss his cheek and thank him but she could only stomach in a quite and uneasy way to say "ur so sweet thank you for helping me"

"It's fine Rachael." Alex replied as he walked towards the door, keeping one hand underneath her knees while he pushed the door open with his other. He was just lucky that she wasn't choking him. Unlike some girls did. And it appeared that she'd stopped crying which was a plus.

she buried her head into his shoulder not knowing what else to do. doing these she seemed to smell his cologne and smelt really good she quitely asked him "may i ask what cologne do you wear" hoping not sound creepy

Taylor takes the Butterbeer to a nearby table and sits down, putting her LV carefully onto the floor. She ruffles up her blonde curls and takes out her lipgloss to reapply another layer. She then takes a sip of her drink, looking around her, it wasn't very busy at the moment.

Rubiey entered the Hogs Head, tired from the shopping she had attempted to do, which had failed entirely. She paid for her butterbeer and looked for an empty seat. All the tables were taken with what looked like older students. She noticed a blonde girl who looked about her age at a table not far away.

"Hi, do you mind if I sit here?" She asked politely, to the girl who was applying her lipgloss.

Taylor stopped putting on her lipgloss and looked at the girl who had approached her. She flashed her fabulous smile at her. "Sure." she said, pointing at the seat on the other side of the table. This girl look about the same age as her. She pulled out her vintage slide and gripped some of her curls back- she had them very Taylor Swift- a muggle singer that she actually liked- today. She then shoved her lipgloss back in her bag and looked back at the girl

Rubiey smiled gratefully at the girl. "Thanks." She replied, and put her butterbeer on the table before sitting down. "I'm Rubiey, by the way. Rubiey O'Rielly." She said. The girl had pretty hair. *jealous* Rubiey's long brown hair had been pulled up into a messy bun, on account of her waking up late. Now she just felt like a slob. She looked down, and noticed the girls bag. "Cute bag." She commented. Yeah, this girl looked like the kind of person who would appreciate those kind of compliments.

Taylor took in the girls messy hair- oh dear. She smiled again. "I'm Taylor." she introduces herself with. "Oh, thanks!" she gushes. "Isn't it so adorable?" Taylor tried to think of something to compliment Rubiey on but was falling far from the hurdle. "Umm... are you a first year? Which house are you?" she asks, she had a feeling she wasn't a Slytherin.

Rubiey smiled to herself. She had been right, Taylor did like those kind of compliments. "Yes, it's beautiful. Louis Vitton, right?" She guessed, looking at the patterning. She should know this kind of stuff; her mum worked in Selfridges in London afterall. "Yeah, I'm a first year. Gryffindor." She clarified, smiling again. "What about you?" She asked. Despite the make-up, Taylor looked about her age, so she was pretty sure she was a first-year.

The Hog's Head.

*shudder*

Why oh why had Trixie asked to meet here of all places? Of course the Snake had been thinking about other things at the time so he agreed to it without even thinking.

He hovered outside for a few moments, biting the inside of his cheek and looking up at the sign with the decapitated pig's head he thought was a hella cool piece of artwork when he was here two years ago. He had not been back since.

Coward.. COWARD.. Where was his Gryffie side when he needed it, eh? Blehh.. see this was exactly why he'd been sorted into Slytherin and not Gryffindor.

He opened the door and slipped inside, sliding into and empty seat and looking around. No sign of Trixie. The pub was still exactly the same. Still dirty and musty smelling and still slightly creepy; but returning here wasn't half as bad as he expected. The actual effects of the curse hadn't happened here of course. Even so, he would be steering clear of the Butterbeer... and not because of his condition.

Now.. where was Trixie the Pixie?

The weather here sucked.

Which was why Trixie was kinda glad she had arranged to meet Oliver at the Hogs Head and not some outdoor location. But the Blonde was running ever so slightly late. She had to get changed so many times before actually forcing herself out of the dry and warm common room.

The sixteen year old walked straight into the pub and closed the door abruptly behind her. Didn't want any of the cold coming in did we? Seeing as it was so warm inside there at that moment. The pub seemed empty, spare a few students here and there. It never did seem as popular as the Three Broomsticks did. Still there was nothing wrong with it right? At least not in Trixie's opinion anyway. She probably wouldn't eat or drink anything, hardly anywhere did Vegan options and quite frankly, she just wanted to get in the warm.

Trix's eyes scanned the room a few times, seeing as she was late, it would be more likely that he had already arrived. Seemed her predictions were correct and the sixth year walked straight up behind her bestie with a grin.

"Guess who?" she stood out of sight, lowering her voice slightly. Yeah because it wasn't TOTALLY obvious it would be here seeing as she had arranged to meet himm here in the first place.

Oliver was busy fidgeting endlessly. Flipping a beer mat over the edge of the table and catching it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and, yeah.... Clearly he wasn't very good at sitting still and waiting patiently... especially when he was nervous.

His hand came down hard on the beer mat when a voice he didn't recognise startled him--Who the heck was that!?--Off it flew across the bar and Oliver's head snapped round to face the source of the creepy voice.

“Trixie! Merlin, that's so not funny.” He frowned. “Come and sit down, silly moo. As if this place isn't creepy enough.” Shudder. Clearly nerves made him snappish too.

Um... where did that beer mat go?