In need of a good drink((Giselle))

[Aden McGrogan]

The weather was turning colder fast. Morning were near freezing. The morning dew on the grass made a crunching sound as you walked upon it. In the evening the weather was a bit more tolerable, but it was still chilly enough to force somehow to wear a few extra layers. Luckily Aden was slightly accustomed to the cold. The Slytherin dungeons were alway cold, damp, and very drafty. Even the fire in the common room didn't provide a lot of warmth. So it was now, his feet crunched softly on the ground as he made his way toward an awaiting carriage. He had become bored with the castle's visuals. The constant routine of classes, homework, classes, homework. Desperately needed a break. So he had jumped at the first chance at a trip to Hogsmeade.

Aden boarded the carriage. There were many others lined up awaiting student's. Some of the carriages already had student's in them. The carriages were designed to hold about six student's and the drivers would not leave until they were full. Aden found himself an empty one and shut the door behind him. Sitting down he turned to look at the driver through the small window. "Get a move on. I haven't all day." He barked to the driver. The driver turned and looked into the compartment. "Sorry sir, but I'm not suppose to move until the carriage is full." He said with a cheerful smile. Aden did not return the smile. He kicked the wall making the driver fly foreword. "I said. Get a move on! Or else you will find yourself unable to ever perform any sort of action ever again." He said with his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Right you are sir." Replied the driver hastily and quickly got the carriage into motion. The drive was fast and very boring. Aden sat slumped in the back seat. Hand on his chin looking out of the window. When the carriage stopped Aden kicked open the door and hopped outside. A slight breeze had kicked up causing Aden's hair to dance slightly. He brushed it down and headed down a nearby street. He passed by the three broomsticks without even a glance. The place was alright, if you enjoyed the company of muggles and Half-breeds. In Hogsmeade, the Hogs Head was the place to go if you wanted a nice quiet evening by a warm fire.

It was about a five minute walk until Aden finally slipped through the doors into the warm and quiet atmosphere of the Hogs Head. Aden spotted a nice quiet booth in the quarter. He passed by the bar, after throwing a wink, and a galleon, at the barkeep he sat down in the booth. The barkeep came over a few moments later with a bottle and a glass on a tray. He set the bottle and glass down and than filled the glass up. With a quick bow he left. Aden smirked as he lifted the glass and took a small sip of the fine wine. He wasn't old enough to buy alcohol by himself, but at his home he was allowed and he had a special agreement with the barkeep here. Aden set the glass back down and leaned back into the cushions on the booth and shut his eyes.

[giselle]

The day was slightly colder then Giselle would have liked. Catherine always complained about how the plants died when the weather turned against everyone. Giselle secretly agreed, but she would never show it to Cathy. Even though she was her twin, a Gryffindor could never pass as someone worthy in Giselle's eyes. She smirked slightly and pulled on a shawl around her black skirt and green blouse. Looking in the mirror curiously, Giselle modeled out her new shawl. It looked absolutely charming on her! Giselle smiled in appreciation at the silver fabric. She loved the color. It shone in the light, sparkled in the sun. Giselle smiled and drew it closer around her. She would enjoy everything today. Wearing a beautiful new article of clothing always meant something good would happen, right?

Hogs Head. The nasty, disgusting, pig-sty of a place. How did she end up here? Giselle scowled darkly. Too many people in the Three Broomsticks to sit comfortably. The filth was forever lurking there. Giselle didn't feel like getting her shawl dirty. Now, she had to overcome the new dirt that surrounded her. Not people dirt, mind you. She had then tried to go to different stores and they were over-crowded as well. If she had gone in, she would be rubbing shoulders with everyone. Everyone. Giselle frowned deeply, lines of disgust crossing her face. The place was so dirty she could barely take another step inside. Almost no one was in there except for her and another. A man who looked about a year older then her.

She didn't pay much attention to him. He just looked like any other person. Giselle glared at the bartender but headed over to the bar anyway. She had always suspected that the man might allow her to have an alcoholic drink. Giselle's parents had refused to let her, but that didn't stop her from sneaking a little here and there. That was a down-fall of Hogwarts also. They were drug-free. Giselle scowled once more. She clutched the dirty glass in her hands, taking out her wand she did the cleaning charm, making the glass sparkling clean. The bartender filled it with amber liquid and then continued to wipe down his counter with a dirty cloth. Giselle arched a lazy eyebrow. Stupid man, she thought with a hint of amusement. Turning, she eyed the boy curiously. Now that she paid more attention, Giselle thought he looked somewhat familiar.

"Hello," Giselle said smoothly as she reached his table, clutching the clean glass in her hand. She raised a quick eyebrow once more, but this time at the man. "I'm Giselle Dumas. Slytherin fifth year. And who might you be?" Giselle smirked at him, pleased that if he was someone worth her time, he would recognize the Dumas name. She took a sip of the liquid and eyed him around the rim.

[Aden McGrogan]

Aden reached over and grabbed his glass. Eyes still closed he took another sip. He held the glass up in the air and swirled it around a bit. He could feel the liquid swirling inside the glass through the vibrations going through his hand. The sound of the door opening reached Aden's ears. He opened one of his eyes slowly and looked at the newcomer. He saw it was a girl from school. She looked to be a year or so younger than him. He re-shut his eyes, deciding not to pay to much attention to her.

Aden sat in silence for a few more moments when a female voice spoke to him. He slowly turned his head and opened his eyes to see the girl who had just entered standing next to his booth. The girl introduced herself as Giselle Dumas and Aden couldn't help but sigh. She had introduced herself without an invitation. That already spoke a lot about her. He mulled over her name for a while. Dumas, it sounded familiar. It took Aden a while but finally he found it among the numerous family names that floated around in his head. Dumas, a well known name in the wizard community.

Aden set his glass down and looked up at the Dumas name. The Dumas family had two daughters, identical twins, but one of them had gone to Gryffindor while the other was in Slytherin. This one looked to be the Slytherin. If he had remembered right the Gryffindor one had been stolen at birth and had found her way back to the family after 9 or so years. Pretty impressive, even for a Gryffie. His eyes showed no emotion at the sound of her name. In fact he didn't know her that well. Aside from the family name and the known history, he had never spoken to this girl.

Aden took another sip and set the glass down with a soft Clunk. "Well Ms. Dumas." He spoke in a casual tone. "Would your father approve of his daughter being found in a place like this?" He asked with a slight smirk and a glint in his eye. He leaned back into the booth. "Aden." He said introducing himself. "Aden McGrogan. Slytherin also, if you haven't guessed it by the color of my robes."

[giselle]

Giselle smirked at the male. He was most definitely a Slytherin; she knew that just by the colors on his robes but also by his attitude. He seemed so laid back. Even Giselle was surprised by that. Most Slythies were like that, even though most faked it. Giselle was never at ease with anything. She always appeared to be so, but she was always thinking of different things. The newest fashion statement, meeting up with Catherine for a...'chat,' and writing letters to Daddy. She never wrote to Daphne. Never since their meeting before school. Giselle waited impatiently as he thought over what she had said. It was quiet, too quiet. The only sound was the clinking of glasses back by the bar. She raised an eyebrow as the man finally introduced himself with a question before-hand.

Aden McGrogan. "A pleasant surprise," she smirked at him while thinking over his name as well. Aden McGrogan. The name McGrogan was rather popular now-a-days. Giselle had seen Aden in the halls before but had never once considered to stop and talk to him. She had also seen his sister, Dawn, as well. She was rather known in Slytherin. After all, she was a Queen. Giselle didn't know that much about either McGrogan and had never spoken to them. She stifled a laugh as she thought over the question about her father. "I'm sure he wouldn't approve. Nor would mother. But what difference does it make if they don't?" Giselle let out a smirk. "My parents have long since realized that I'm not a child anymore. Plus, if they did try to hold on to me tighter then they are now, there would be something of defiance injected. If you know what I mean."

Giselle shifted her weight onto her left foot. She hated standing, especially when that booth was right before her. But Slytherins always thought manners were appropriate at all times. Giselle hardened her stance and took a small gulp of the liquid in her glass. It felt good to the taste as well as her throat. She smirked at Aden. She wanted to fire back the question he had asked, but that would be rather stupid. Aden was a grown man almost and surely his parents would let him go anywhere he desired. Her blue-gray eyes moved over to where his glass was. She knew it was an alcoholic drink. She raised a fine plucked eyebrow. "And why, might I ask, is a McGrogan sitting in here, The Hogs' Head?" Giselle tilted her head to the side, letting a few strands of hair fall down over her eyes as well.

[Aden McGrogan]

Aden smirked. He knew all to well the demanding expectations of parents. You weren't one of the most well known families without having some form of manners strictly enforced in your household. He had never met his mother, she had left the house when he was really young, and his father had been extremely busy so he had rarely been able to see him. Dawn had been there to teach him though. His father would than use the rare opportunity to curve Aden to more of the man's role in the manners. It had been tough, but he was all the better for it. "I know full well what you mean." He replied, " But sometimes you do have to think back and remember. They didn't get into their position from nothing. So even if they get a bit demanding, sometimes its best to just conform to what they say."

Aden eyed her for a moment. She had been standing there the entire time. He had to admire that. Most people would have broken down and either asked to have a seat, or just sit down without invitation. Aden could grow to like this girl. He looked up at her. "Would you like to have a seat?" He asked motioning to the empty seat across from him. "There are only two bars worth mentioning in Hogsmeade. This one, the Hogs Head, and The Broomsticks. I prefer this one because its quieter, more private, and you don't run the risk of having to brush shoulders with any muggle filth." He said in a matter of fact tone.

[giselle]

Giselle watched Aden for a while. Even after her stopped talking, she continued to watch him. Words were sometimes used to mislead someone, and Giselle was always aware of this troublesome factor. As she watched, she realized Aden had been saying what he really wanted to, so she finally let her eyes wander away. She took a gulp of her drink before waving her hand around. "You're right, but really it depends on what situation you're in. If it's something that really needs no parental guidance or sways." Giselle decided to stop right there with the parental conversation; she really disliked talking badly of her parents. They had been good to her....at least until rotton Cathy came along and trodded on their carpet in her filthy shoes. That had been a long time ago though. Giselle, however, wasn't one to forgive and forget.

When Aden asked if she would like to take a seat, Giselle nodded and sat down quickly. Oh, her aching feet! She hated any form of exercise or exposure of her strength, standing included. Sitting was much better, especially when talking to someone else. Giselle smirked at his next words, which were only too true. "Agreed. The Three Broomsticks is simply too crowded, and who goes there but the insolent mudbloods? Here, though, I must say the dirt isn't too my liking. I'd much rather perfer a clean environment - like the Three Broomsticks. I suppose you can never call that bar truly clean, though." She smirked and leaned back in the booth, trying to ignore the dirt that may be on her hair by now.

((Sorry it's not the best, but I couldn't think of anything else but what I wrote. ))