Needing food ((Alarice))

[ryan]

Ryan grinned and waved by to his sister and her boyfriend before they apparated away while Ryan continued to saunter through Hogsmeade. Stopping at the quidditch store Ryan bought himself a new pair of safety paddings for his elbows and new flying gloves. He had been playing with his father a few days ago and had fell rather badly. Well, nothing but some scratches had happened to him, but the gloves had been literally ripped to shreds. Trying on a few pairs, Ryan finally settled on a pair make of brown leather and paid for his things before leaving the rather full quidditch store. It was holidays after all, which meant that people had time to browse the stores and there were tons of people looking at quidditch supplies. It was a very popular game after all. Managing to make his way out of the store without too many people tramping over his toes. Not bothering to pull on a pair of gloves, even if his fingers were a bit freezing, Ryan merely pushed his hands into the pockets of his cloak and lowering and made his way over to Cat’s Cubby. He wanted to take a look at the scarves and stationary over there. He needed new quills and while he was at it, a new team scarf wouldn’t hurt either.

Narrowly avoiding slipping on a patch of ice, Ryan pulled open the door to the cubby, absent-mindedly holding it open for some girl before stepping into the warm store himself after the girl had slipped in. Looking around the place that was also rather full Ryan grinned but instead of going towards the shelves, turned and jogged lightly up the stairs to the 2nd floor wehre he knew there was a café. Yes, he wanted to buy a new scarf and perhaps something else that might catch his eye, but before that his grumbling stomach demanded some food. Sauntering over to the counter Ryan order a Turkey sandwich without onion, a cinnamon roll and apple cider to go with it all. It should get rid of most of Ryan’s hunger. Settling himself down at one of the few empty desks Ryan stared out of the window while drumming a rhythm on the table with his fingers and humming along quietly, even if he was missing the tune for bigger part of the time. But he had never stated that he could actually sing, besides he wasn’t humming loud enough to bother anyone.

[ashley]

Alarice Blackstill walked slowly through Hogsmeade, humming softly to herself and absentmindedly scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She always did that; she was always looking for someone to talk to. Ala had been spending a lot of her time in Hogsmeade lately, mainly to get away from the castle and all of the people in it, but also just to enjoy what was left of the winter months. She loved winter, especially around Christmas time, but unfortuanatley the holidays that year had passed rather quickly for Alarice. Most of what they usually contained of for her hadnt been there at all that year..

As Alarice continued down the street, she felt her stomach grumble and immediatley she began to search for a place to eat. She never turned herself down some food! Alarice decided to step into Catalina's Cubby, since it was the closest place she knew of that had a cafe, and decided that maybe when she was finished eating she would take a quick look around the shop. Ala followed another person into the store as he held the door open for her, and then followed him up the stairs to where the cafe was located. She then waited behind him in line as he ordered a turkey sandwhich, a cinnamon roll, and some apple cider. Finally my turn! She thought as she stepped up.

Two minutes later, Alarice had in hand a bag full of a steak and cheese sanwhich, a salad, and a butterbeer. She looked for a place to sit and decided she might as well ask the guy who had been infront of her for the most part of her time in the Cubby. She walked up behind him and noticed that he was singing, rather humming to himself.
"Hi." She said cheerfully. "Do you mind if I sit down and eat this with you." Alarice was always doing this, even when other tables were empty. She liked to be around people, and she liked making new friends. She was rather outgoing and didnt mind if others found her annoying. It really didnt matter what anyone else thought of her, somthing she had come to realize living with her step father Frank. I dont need him to like me. I dont want him to. She thought, waiting for the guy to answer her.

[ryan]

Ryan shrugged off his cloak, dropping it rather carelessly on the seat next to himself, pulling off his gloves and scarf as well. He didn’t have a hat that would require taking of though. There was a very simple reason for this. Ryan didn’t like hats. Why he didn’t like hats was already a more complex question. Well, they looked funny on him actually. Funny and it flattened or curved or well… it basically just did something to his hair so it would look awfully if he wore a hat. Pushing a hand with spread fingers through his hair to get rid of the snowflakes that might get stuck here Ryan discovered that the snowflakes had long since melted. Shifting himself in the seat Ryan tried to find a more comfortable position as he turned to the quidditch gloves he had bought.

Tearing the wrapping from around the gloves Ryan pulled the gloves on once again, closing the clasps with experience. After all, if your whole family was quidditch fanatic and your father played the sport professionally, then handling quiddtich equipment was natural for you. Adjusting some of the clasps to either be tighter or more loose Ryan looked over the gloves before flexing his fingers and smiling at the new pair of gloves. They even had the small of leather to them.
Glancing up at the girl who spoke to him Ryan offered a smile in return displaying the dimple in one of his cheeks as he nodded towards the seat on the opposite side of the table.
“Sure, go ahead and sit down. This is place is rather packed anyway. I’m just waiting for the things I ordered myself as well,” Ryan replied rather cheerily to the girl squinting a little towards her. Wasn’t she the girl who he had let in just a few moments before? Offering his hand for a shake – they might as well exchange some polite phrases as they were going to share a table – Ryan introduced himself: “I’m Ryan. Ryan Wilkinson.”

((Sorry for the short and a tad late reply. But well, I had an important Kris post to write, and Kris’ and Dana’s posts always come before all others.))

[ashley]

(dont worry about it ;D )

Alarice smiled and shook the guy's hand, pushing the thoughts of Frank out of her mind. "I'm Alarice Blackstill." She said to Ryan, taking out her steak and cheese sandwhich hungrily, but then paused as she glanced down at what he had on. "Woah, nice gloves!" She complimented excitedly, gazing down at the nice leather Quidditch gloves he was wearing on his hands. "Their brilliant! Do you play?" She asked curiously. She had a feeling that he did, why else would he have bought or brought with him Quidditch gloves. "I mean, on your house team? Your a Ravenclaw right? I'm in Gryffindor, and I love Quidditch I've just never really had the guts to try out before." Alarice said all in a rather quick succession. She smiled a little sheepishly and allowed him some time to answer, nonetheless register all she had just said. One thing Alarice did was talk to much, and ask a lot of questions. She took a sip of her butterbeer and waited for a reply.

[ryan]

Ryan nodded as he learned and stored the girls name away in the back of his brain. She seemed… exited. It couldn’t be that she was exited about being in Hogsmeade, because she must have been allowed here for at least since the beginning of the school year. Maybe she as just one of hose always overly-bubbly people? Then again such a character was suitable for associating with lots of people. While it didn’t do any good for yourself to be taken actually seriously further in the life. But then again, that didn’t matter to Ryan, did it? He was just glad to have someone social to be sharing his table instead of someone who wouldn’t say a word.
“Pleasure to meet you, Alarice,” Ryan said with a small smile bfore glancinga t the gloves as the girl commented on them. Shrugging his shoulder a bit awkwardly at the statement, Ryan nodded, “Not that brilliant really, they are just regular gloves. I just fell and practically destroyed my previous pair while playing with my father during the holidays.” Ryan looked up as the waitress approached the table and placed the sandwich and apple cider he had order onto the table. “Thanks,” Ryan told the waitress with a grin as his stomach chose right this moment to let out one more grumble.

Opening the clasps of the gloves Ryan pulled them off and threw them back into the small bag with the Quiddtich stores mark on it next to him, while pulling his food closer. Offering an apologetic smile Ryan bit into his turkey sandwich and closed his eyes in bliss at the taste of food. Chewing on the bite Ryan took a drink of cider before opening his eyes again: “Sorry about that. I was just very-very hungry.And as a growing child my body does need it’s food as you heard,” Ryan stated with a grin while shrugging one of his shoulders, “Yeah, I play. As a chaser for Ravenclaw. Kinda hard not to get addicted to the game as a kid, if your father plays. But I do love the game. But why haven’t you tried out then? Afraid of getting hurt by the bludgers or rather afraid of the actually try-outs? I think there are always people needed for the reserve teams at least?”

[ashley]

Alarice grinned as Ryan took a big wide bite of his turkey sandwhich. She reached out for her own delicious steak and cheese sandwhich waiting in front of her and said, "Don't worry about it, I've been wanting to eat all day!" She bit into the slightly toasted to perfection wheat bread and chewed before answering his next comment. "No I'm not afraid of the bludgers. I can take a little pain." She said with an almost grin. She thought back to last summers 'accident' she had had while flying her broom in the yard. It hadnt really been an 'accident' it had been more of a cruel joke. She looked back up at the guy, calming down a bit from the nervousness she had felt before when first meeting, and continued what she was saying. "I'm just afraid of getting rejected I guess. I mean, what if I dont make it? I'm perfectly happy playing Quidditch not on a team. Either way, its still the same sport. I guess its just, I love playing it so much and dont want to ruin it you know? I'm not very competitive, and I dont want to be." She took another bite of her sandwhich and swallowed, realizing that she probably wasnt making very much sense. "Not saying that competitivness is a bad thing. I just dont like to get caught up in it most of the time."

(sorry for the short and late reply, but i promise the next one will be longer!)

[ryan]

Ryan chewed on his second bite of the sandwich happily while frowning thoughtfully at the girl. “All day? Really? Didn’t you get any sleep at all? Because I usually tend to sleep at midnight when a new day begins. Unless of course there is potions the next day and I – once again – haven’t gotten around to finishing the essay for it,” Ryan made a face at Alarice as he thought of Snape, “Considering by pure show if ‘idiotism’ in that class I will be glad to drop it next year. Actually I suppose that I should be happy that I haven’t blown myself up in the class just yet. Though I must admit that I have came near to it.”
Taking a sip of his apple cider Ryan looked at his sandwich noticing sadly that almost half of it was gone already. And his stomach – though happier than before – didn’t really agree that Ryan had eaten enough yet. He would most likely have to end up ordering an other sandwich at least. Glancing around Ryan wondered if he could catch the eye of a waitress or would he have to get up and go fetch a new sandwich for himself from the counter. But he was yet to finish this one, so that problem could wait the few moments while Ryan ate the sandwich he already had.

Wrinkling his nose in distaste Ryan absent-mindedly rubbed his left arm. “Bludgers are nasty and they hurt more than just a little. I have uh… 3 scars left by bludgers I think. Would hate to be a beater on a quidditch team. Really, sitting on a broom with a bad only to chase flying balls with the balls only intention to hurt – do you reckon bludgers have some sort of a brain that makes them attack? – simply sounds a bit idiotic to me. Don’t get me wrong, I most likely owe a few of my bones and maybe even my head to beaters keeping bludgers away, but it’s just the point of bludgers on the whole that I don’t really get.” Ryan shrugged and smiled at Alarice more or less understanding her point. True, quiddtich was competitive.e but that was exactly the point why Ryan liked it. Who would bother to watch a bunch of guys – or girls – throwing a ball to each other while singing some catchy tune? Why, longest quidditch games had went one for days upon days! And people watched such games only because of the constant actions even as bludgers did add an exhilarating edge of interest to the game.

“Well, of course there are other things in life besides quiddtich. Food, quidditch, food, sleep, volley-ball, food, football, sleep, food, quiddtich, food, basketball, sleep. Did I miss something? Oh, have I mentioned food and sleep yet?” Ryan asked while trying to appear serious even though his voice cracked at the last words and he sent Alarice and amused wink as he laughed for a moment, “I know, I know. I have a bit one-tracked mind, don’t I? But I need carbonhydes and whatever else there is in food! And I need my beauty sleep!”

[ashley]

"You know, thats a figure of speech." Alarice commented half seriously, half jokingly to Ryan's remark about how she had been hungry all day. She didnt like to be corrected, especially when she was just trying to be friendly and carry on a conversation. She crossed her legs underneath the table and listened to what he had to say next, all the while enjoying the delicious steak and cheese sandwhich she had bought.

Alarice laughed as Ryan went on about potions and Professor Snape. She could definately relate to his frustration and lack of skill in the course."Your so lucky to be rid of that class. But you know, it would be useful, and I think sorta interesting. That is, if we could get a different teacher." She said with a scowl, her mind creating mental images of Snape, the greasy haired, hook nosed Professor that had taught her--and failed her in potions for the last three years. "At least your a Ravenclaw..he dosnt pick on you lot half as much as he does Gryffindor. I suppose he dosnt like our house very much." Said Alarice, finishing the last bite of her sandwhich and gulping down a long refreshing sip of her butterbeer. She had been so thirsty that she barely noticed that she was quenching her thirst with a hot drink, let alone notice that she was burning her tounge!

Alarice sat back in her seat and listened to what Ryan said about bludgers and Quidditch. "I know they dont hurt just a little." She said, remembering her one and only encounter with a bludger, right to her head, just last year. She shuddered and pushed away the thought. "I was just being sarcastic." She wondered if this guy would take everything she said so seriously, not that it mattered much. She didnt really mind, she just found it interesting. Sephora could be like that as well. Sometimes she took Alarice's sarcasm the wrong way and it never ended good.

"Actually, I would love to be a beater. I think it would be fun. Dangerous of course, and I probably wouldnt be the best at it, but theres just something about whacking flying balls the size and capacity of a giant rock when trying to get stress and stuff off your chest." Alarice said with a laugh. "Oh and especially when your mad." She was only being half serious, but still, it was probably a good way to let off steam for some people.

Ryan seemed to like Quidditch a lot. A lot a lot. "You mentioned Quidditch I think about twice." She giggled as he listed the many things that occupied his time. "And vollyball? Isnt that a muggle game?" She asked, not to familiar with the term. She had only heard of it, just mentioned, once in muggle studies. What was the point really, if not played with magic? But Alarice supposed those muggles had to do some things for fun. Actually, having a telivision might not be so bad, come to think of it.. Alarice thought to herself vauguley.

[ryan]

Ryan merely shrugged easily. “Figure of speech or not – can speech even have a figure? – it’s boring if you take it word by word all the time. Or don’t take it literally word by word. Hope I didn’t offend you or anything, but I did amuse myself,” Ryan said lazily wondering if his words had really wounded Alarice. She seemed to take a little bit offence, but was there even a reason? Ryan tried to be a nice enough chap, but maybe Alarice didn’t really get him just yet. Whatever the reason was Ryan just smiled lazily in a some-what apology. He was the way he was – he couldn’t really change that really, “Besides what better defense against sarcasm than ignorance?” Ryan’s grin widened a bit only to drop slightly again as he finished his sandwich only to begin yearning for one more. “Oy,” Ryan flung himself towards the side catching some girl in the waitress outfit by the fabric of her skirt and smiling charmingly at her, “Could I have one more turkey sandwich without the onion, please?” ((Sorry, for god-moding any waitresses at the cubby!))

Straightening up and moving properly back into his chair Ryan made a grimace towards Alarice: “Perhaps not the most graceful move, but food is important. Food is very – very-very-very-very-very- VERY important for one’s body. And right now my stomach still isn’t satisfied with the food it has already received today,” Ryan said in an easy-going tone of voice before tilting his head and listening carefully to Alarice’s opinion about bludgers. “As long as you don’t send those bludgers after me,” Ryan said with a simple shrug, “To each their own I suppose. You protect or attack others. You do have a point about the stress though. Even if screaming obscenities is a lot less painful unless the already mentioned Snape or McGonagall don’t walk on at you. No offence, but I find your head of house almost as spooky, even though fairer.”

Ryan’s face lit up as he nodded enthusiastically: “Yup, volley-ball is a muggle-sport. Beach-sport really most often. A group of people throwing a ball back and forth over the net in a limited area. I just like it. Actually I like most ball games, but volley-ball IS one of my favourites. You didn’t really want to hear it, did you?” Ryan asked rather cheerily stopping the onslaught of information to Alarice as he brought his own apple cider cup to his lips to take a sip once again.

[ashley]

Alarice watched as Ryan flung himself out of his seat and went chasing after the waitress to ask for another sandwhich. "Food is very important." Alarice responded lightly. She let a smile spread across her lips. "I bet I could eat more than you if I tried. I eat so much! It's crazy!" Alarice was being quite serious. She was a big eater, and even though she was just a girl, a tiny little third year girl at that, she out ate many of the seventh year boys at their table in the Great Hall.

Alarice tucked a strand of reddish brown hair behind her ear nonchalantly and listened to what Ryan had to say next. "Actually," She said with a grin, "I agree with you about Mcgonnigal. She can be tough, you dont want to break the rules around her. But you know, she's really not that bad. Compared to Snape, I think she's the best head of house you could have." Mcgonnigal had busted Alarice more than a few times for fighting, and had even given her a months worth of detention for it. Alarice grimanced, remembering the week she had spent in the headmistresses office writing lines. Not fun. But luckily she had gotton off the rest of her punishment, after explaining to the woman why she had been fighting. It had been with her step sister, Emily, and she hadnt even thrown the first punch. Fighting wasnt a very civilized way to settle your differences, Alarice knew that, she just had quite the foul temper, as did Emily. And when you put the two of them together you could almost be certain that there would be sparks.

"Oh no, I like hearing about volley-ball, and muggle sports. I like muggle studies. My father's was a muggle. Well he--I think he still is. If he's still alive." Said Alarice almost casually, though she still felt a small lump form in the back of her throat. Lately, she had become a lot more comfortable talking about her father to others. There were people with much worse problems, like Jessica for instance, who had neither her mom or her dad alive. They had been killed in a car crash. "I do dance, and that's about the only muggle sport I've ever been involved in, or know of. I love to dance." Alarice stated, taking the last sip of her butterbeer. Maybe she would get another pint. She was still quite thirsty. Or maybe she'd get a pumpkin juice instead. Something nice and cold..

[ryan]

Ryan glanced at Alarice easily. He doubted that the girl could overeat him, but he didn’t start to question the girl either. What would be the point? They might never reach an agreement without having to have a show first. Which would most likely end up with them both over-eating and having stomachaches and overall feeling lousy. If the girl wished to think she could overeat him then why not humour her and let her stay at the thought. “Ah,” Rayn merely stated as he took a sip of his cider while listening calmly as the girl continued talking after changing the subject. “I suppose liking some teachers is a lot of personal choice. I have a friend in Ravenclaw and even though she is merely a mediocre student in potions, she names Snape in the list of her 3 favourite teachers. As for McGonagall… she doesn’t really seem to have much sense of humour. She isn’t one of my favourite teacher either. I stick with my own head of house. I like Flitwick and I actually like his class too.” Ryan smiled easily thinking of the bit midgety professor with his squeaky voice. But the class was good.

“Muglge studies are interesting. Muglges are interesting on the whole. The last class about the ‘electricity’ thing that I still don’t actually wholly get and the ‘hones’ things that we learned about was simply amazing. Thinking of something that… unique. I think telephones are somewhat as important and daily for muggles as flooing is for us. I just wish I had more chances to actually wonder into the muggle world. I could count the times I’ve been in muggle London on my fingers sadly,” Ryan said with a wide grin lighting up his face as he looked at Alarice, “And I hope everything will work out with your father.” Silence stretched for a moment as Ryan didn’t really know what to say as he didn’t want to rudely pry into private details either, “And is dancing a muglge sport hten? I thought it was just as much magical. Ever noticed how absolutely every Slytherin seems to know how to dance ballroom exceptionally well? Even the two 7th year ogres who always flank Malfoy? I sometimes wonder if it’s inbred into them. Then again I myself can dance too… My sister and mother taught me… even though I did trod on their toes awfully lot in the beginning.”

[ashley]

Alarice could see the doubt in his eyes the moment after she made her comment about eating, but she didn't mind one bit. Let him think what he wants, but I can still beat him. She thought with a smile, leaning back in her seat casually and watching as he sipped his cider once again.

"Well of course favorite teachers are a matter of opinion. Ask any Gryffindor and you can expect them to say they aren't to keen on Snape." Alarice resonded matter of factly. She couldnt believe someone would ever consider Snape in their top three favorite teachers, but then again all people had their different veiws. "I don't really care for Flitwick, he's not bad, not my favorite. But I do agree, the class is good. I like charms, anytime I can use my wand. Especially Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I'm good at it too. My best subject." Alarice told him proudly, but then her face fell. "I'm not the greatest at my other subjects though, so its not saying much." She admitted with a small smile. "I guess it's because I'm lazy, and I know it's not a great trait but I cant help it."

Alarice then went quiet and listened as Ryan talked to her about muggles, and telephones. She really didnt know what most of the stuff was (well, she had a vauge idea of electricity, and of course the television) but she didnt say anything, she just nodded, and then nodded again as Ryan told her that he hoped things would work out with her and her dad. She couldnt really open her mouth to answer because the lump in her throat had grown about two sizes in the 20 seconds since she had mentioned her father in the first place. The two were silent a moment, and then thankfully, Ryan spoke.

"Actually, I'm not sure whether ballroom dancing came from muggles or not, but I am almost positive hip-hop didnt." She said thoughtfully. "But dancing isnt really my only hobbie. I'm very much into singing and sketching." She told him with a modest blush. For some reason, she was very shy about those two particular talents. Alarice believed that it was because they were both so personal..

[ryan]

Ryan laughed good-naturedly. “Rather obvious too as to why Snape isn’t the favourite professor among you guys. He does seem to have a vendetta against Gryffs. Considering my own lack of talent I’m happy to be a Ravenclaw, as that does sometimes give me a chance to fix my messed up potions in class without detentions,” Ryan agreed raising his cider-cup towards Alarice in a sort-of salutation. Ryan decided quietly that he could have done a lot worse than Alarice in having someone share his table. With Alarice one could at least talk easily. She didn’t appear to be dumb-witted either. Rather pleasant really.
“DADA? A lot of people seem to be good at it. I’m afraid I’m best at Transfiguration rather though. But DADA is a practical subject, especially lately. Even though I’m not overly fond of Filch, someone poisoning mrs.Norris was still nasty,” Ryan said evenly as he bit into his new sandwich after finishing his random thought. ((At the time we started this thread, Parvati wasn’t kidnapped yet, that’s why I didn’t mention her.))

Ryan almost chocked on his sandwich as he started laughing. Washing his bite down with a sip from his cider Ryan grinned. “You are talking with the king of laziness. Unless one of my friends sits guard next to me, I seem to be simply unable to start any essay earlier than the evening before it’s due. Meaning I often sit up till the wee morning hours writing about something overly boring. Don’t have a clue how I’ll pass my owls this year. So no worries about being lazy. I’m just the same or most likely worse. Especially since I do break the Ravenclaw tradition of having all homework done early,” Ryan grimaced at the thought while his head turned curiously as he attentively listened to Alarice.

“singing and sketching? Wow. Both are wonderful skills. I’m not even sure of which skill I’m more envious. Do you rather draw or sing for relaxation or doesn’t it matter? Or shouldn’t I even pry into such a thing?” Ryan asked curiously smiling openly at Alarice to assure the younger girl that there was no malicious meaning behind his words.