In Need of a Break ((Gunther))

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

It was steadily warming up outside, one could no longer see the breath in front of them when they walked. The sun was out a lot more, and not hidden by so many clouds. The wind was swaying the trees and grass and bushes, and the birds were chirping. If Dixie had been in a better mood she might've enjoyed the weather, but she was in a horrid mood and she wanted thunderstorms and everything to reflect how she was feeling. Too bad she didn't have the power to make that happen. Dix had power, but not a lot. She abused most of her power, and in return she couldn't do things right. She blamed her sister for it, it was a curse.

The sun was shielded by her sunglasses which were all black and perched perfectly on the bridge of her nose. Her copper brown hair was pulled into two braided pigtails that were tied together at the end with a dark green ribbon. She wore a simple pair of jeans, tennis shoes, a green tank top and a backpack purse. Whenever she went to Hogsmeade she always had her cell phone and any electronic device that wouldn't work on Hogwarts grounds. She used the weekend for her personal use; and usually spent her trips alone. Shopping and buying useless things she didn't need. This weekend, however, was spent solely on therapy. Retail therapy that is.

Dixie stepped out of the carriage which was drawn by two thestrals, very interesting creatures. She could see them, and though they would scare most people, she was fascinated by them and she thought them to be beautiful. She smiled sweetly and then looked away from death's creatures as she ventured into Hogsmeade. Her backpack was filled with money and other things like gift certificates, and she wondered where to start first. She thought coffee would be the best place to start, and made her way over to the small coffee and tea shop around the corner from the entrance. It was busy, as normal, and the line reached to the entrance of another store. Dix wondered if it was worth it, and she decided it was. So she stood in line, not really thinking whether or not this was going to take forever.

She swung her backpack around so she could dig through, and in the process hit someone. Dixie gasped lightly and looked up to see who she had hit, her face ready to break into an apologetic smile if it was a Slytherin or scowl if it was anyone else. It was a Slytherin, so the apologetic smile appeared, "Sorry." She said in a small voice. She continued to dig through her purse and came up with a sickle. She smiled to herself then turned back to the person, "I really am sorry about that. Any harm?" She asked, trying to sound at least slightly interested in whether or not it hurt the person.

[gun]

The hogsmeade clock chimmed noon as Gunther ventured out into the cobblestone street. The roads seemed to be full of people since the weather cleared up and spring started to actually feel like 'spring'. Gunther didn't seem to blend in with the crowd. Walking down the street an aisle seemed to form so him and a few other slytherin's could walk through without interferance. Gunther, unlike other Slytherin's wasn't too vocal when it came to mudbloods or halfbloods. Of course he loathed them but they weren't worth talking to. If they wanted to, they could adress him. The best that either of the two parties could do would be keep their distance and the world hold its balance. With his hands in his jean pockets he turned towards his left, following deeper into the town. He was dressed in the most relaxed fashion; white dress shirt rolled up at the elbows and unbuttoned a few times showing a white shirt underneath. He was comfortable, he wasn't into the whole 'cloak thing' when the weather was nice.

Walking deeper into the town, the people seemed separate. Not to much dirtyblood seemed to walk into the middle of the town, scared really. Gun thought it was perfectly fine without them around. Voices rang out from down the street. Gunther had no particular place to go, all he wanted from the day was a nice day out of the hell of the castle. Walking closer to the ringing voices, he noticed it was comming from a small coffee house. Inhaling the smell of mocha, vanilla, caramel, and pure coffee how could any resist. In the castle the only drinks that students could have were juices, water, and butterbeer; coffee was only a treat you could find on a trip outside of the stone walls. Getting inline, he looed ahead of himself and noticed the long row of people. Leaning on his left side, he patiently waited. A girl in front of him let her backgo, and freely hit him. Looking at her, she turned around and appologized slightly. Nodding he didn't reply. 'At least she had enough class to say sorry.' he thought as he disregarded the girl and looked away at the menu ont he window. He really wasn't so sure what he wanted to drink. A few moment later the girl spoke again asking if he was alright. "No harm done." he said calmly as he looked at her more closely. She was a girl in his house, a year or so older. He didn't know her at all, he randomly saw her in the common room or in the great hall. They never had a reason to talk before. "Gunther Demas." he said as he held out his right hand for her to shake.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix smiled awkwardly as she shook his hand, "Dixie Holden, call me Dix." She said as she situated her bag back onto her back. The line moved, and she took a step forward, waiting impaitently for the coffee. Her taste buds were a whir with wanting that sweet taste on her tongue, she hadn't had it in so long. Dix looked at the menu, and finally settled on a tall white chocolate mocha cappucino. The line moved forward, and Dix took a step forward. She looked through the window and sighed with disgust. A new employee. She looked back at Gunther, "It's rather busy today. No doubt because of the new help. If you can call that help." She commented off handedly. Dix was never good with the small talk. But, she was really broed just standing there.

The line moved forward a little again, this time however, Dix didn't bother to move...it wasn't that much farther. The sun was coming even more and it was baking down on Dix, she sighed and leaned against the wall, trying to absorb the cool air from inside. I'll be here all god damn day, she thought in anger. Dix looked to her right and raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing in Hogsmeade this weekend? And don't tell me it's because of the coffee, no coffee is worth this line." Dix asked him. And though she dissed the line, she still stood in it. She looked at all the people in the streets, those who were running away from others and those who were contacting others. Everyone either mingled or stayed away. Those who stayed away were smart.

[gun]

As the girl spoke her name, he nodded is head. Putting his hand back in his pocket he decided on a drink. Tapping his foot, he became impatient. "New help. Who the hell would work here?" he commented as he looked over the coffee house. Of course someone would have to work there but if I was hiring I would hire someone capable of the work. Gunther crossed his arms and walked up two stepps as the line slowly got closer to the counter. Dix ask him a question, seeming to add a joke towards the end. "No, just came to get out of that hell hole." he said as he pushed his comment aside and walked up one step. "Coffee is just a treat I decided to get. Most likely a frappochino on a day like today." he commented on the temperature as he closed his eyes and opened them again. Pausing Gunther seemed to be thinking to himself. Slipping his hand into his pocket he took out his wand. Tapping it twice on his hand "Accio glasses." He said as a pair of black sports glasses appeard in his palm. Putting his wand away, he placed his glasses over his eyes. 'Better.'

"How about you, Dix? I take you as a girl who comes here just to mingle with the mudbloods, eh?" he joked as his voice seemed to stay strong as he spoke mudblood outloud as if it was a regular work like anything else. But of course to him, mudblood was just a regular daily word.

[Dixie Holden-Greene]

Dix arched an eyebrow as she turned to look at him. Then the eyebrow went back to it's normal position and she smiled evilly, "Oh yes. I associate with mudbloods every day. My best-friend is a mudblood by the name of Granger. She's so sweet and caring..." Dix said, her voice oozing with sarcasm. She couldn't believe she was talking about even talking to Granger, it made her sick. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the line which had moved another step, they were now positioned in front of Zonko's.

"I'm actually here for retail therapy. My money is burning a hole in my pocket and I need to spend it on something. I could be the good older sister and spend it on my younger sister, Mack, but I'm not that nice. Hell, I'm not even nice." She answered honestly, her voice flat and uncaring. She could care less about Mackenzie Holden, and she wanted that to be known among the Wizarding world; or rather, the wizards and witches who matter in the wizarding world. Dixie looked back at Gunther, "Any annoying siblings who would just enjoy you spending your money on them?" She asked, pretending to care. Though she really couldn't care less, she was just trying to make conversation.

[gun]

Gun was a patient guy. He lived life for the moment, but oddly enought he was getting annoyed with how this line wasn't moving. Crossing his arms at his chest he looked down at his left wrist. 'Thirteen minutes.' he thought to himself. Looking ahead of the line there was several dozen more people to attend. Thinking to himself, he came to the conclustion he didn't want to wait in the line any longer. Dix spoke as Gun half heard. "Eh.. No. I am an only child." He mumbled as if he was preoccupied, which he was. "Well, Dix it was nice meeting you but I think my patience has run short at the moment. I think Hogs Head would be a much better place to attend. Plus, its almost past noon and I am beinging to get hungry." he explained as he nodded his head towards her he stepped out of line. Gunther's tall athletic frame made his way through the crowd and began to walk back into the open street. Taking a breath, he didn't feel so colstrophobic as he did in the line.

Walking down the cobble stone street Hogs Head was only a block or two away. Not that far of a walk. He was planning to eat a lone but who knows who he would run into on his way down the street. It was a nice day and anyone could be out of the castle looking for an aquantance.