Hogsmeade's night life..how fascinating ((Cleo))

[Jordan Elizabeth Cortes]

She was spending most of her time in Hogsmeade now, maybe it was because Diagon Alley was still closed, or maybe it was a totally different reason. Jordan wasn't completely sure, but she wasn't exactly going to be complaining about it either. Jordan liked Hogsmeade, and throughout her six years in the wizarding world- not once had she gone to Hogsmeade at night. And it wasn't much different then from during the day and Jordan wondered why people were there more often at night than at day.

She entered the three broomsticks and found an empty table, the only empty table, near the back. The pub was rather crowded and she was surprised to find this table. It wasn't the best table and it was by a leaky window that was letting the rain in slightly. Jordan ran her fingers through her hair and looked around, maybe someone she knew would be there- or maybe someone new she could meet would be there and would like some company. There was a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and Jordan sighed as she sank down in her seat waiting for Madame Rosmerta to come by.

[cleo]

Cleo had had a fight her grand-parents. Not that it was any surprise. And so when her grand-parents were at home hosting a small dinner and a get-together for pure-bloods Cleo was out on town. A pair of tight black jeans and a deep-red tan-top. Cleo’s lipstick was the samebrave colour that drew eyes but Cleo didn’t have any problems wearing it out. Wind-tousled hair and a jean-jacket thrown carelessly over her shoulders. Cleo enjoyed herself.
She had been sitting in a small book-store in muggle London for a while as the owner of the place was her friend. At least Cleo trusted Gersh more and could talk to her about things she wouldn’t dream of talking about with some other friends. However at one point the store closed and not wanting to go home just yet, Cleo had caught the Knights Bus to Hogsmeade.

Looking around the village Cleo pondered about where she could go now. The book store here was already closed. She didn’t have any desire to browse the stores that were still open either. Something hit her head and Cleo looked up with a small frown. Appearantly the weather had decided for her. Deciding hurriedly Cleo turned towards the Three Broomsticks. Reaching the surprisingly crowded pub before the light drizzle of rain had turned into full-fledged rain luckily. A small thing Cleo was grateful for. Pushing her hand with spread fingers through her rather messy hair Cleo looked aorund making her way towards the back of the pub. Running into someone Cleo apologized. Swearing lightly as her watch got tangled into the other persons sweater Cleo took a minute to get it loose. Only to have it fly out of her hand.

The person huffed irritably and stomped away as Cleo watched the watch landing on the floor and sliding under a table near the very back. Cleo made her way over while eyeing the occupant of the table. She seemed to be about her age. Which meant she probably went to Hogwarts. Didn’t really matter however. Clicking her tongue Cleo bowed a bit looking for her watch only to see it next to the girls leg. Stepping forward Cleo leaned the fingers of her one hand onto the table while glancing at the girl: „Hiya, sorry to bother, but think you could get my watch? It’s just next to your leg. Didn’t think you’d look kindly to random people crawling under your table.“

[Jordan Elizabeth Cortes]

Jordan jumped as someone spoke- she had been so dazed that she hadn't realised someone had been talking to her. She smiled awkwardly and reached down, picking up the watch; "I'm sorry, here you go.." She handed it to the girl and bit her lip, "I guess I do need to pay attention more don't I?" Jordan felt her cheeks get hot, she normally was much more aware of her surroudings but the sound of the rain seemed to lull her into a trance. Jordan smiled.

"Would you like to sit? I doubt you'll be able to find a table anywhere else in this place." She motioned to the seat across from her with a warm smile. This girl looked slightly familiar, but not to the point where Jordan knew her name, house, and or year. She was sure she had seen the girl around school before- considering no one could forget red hair like hers, but still it was going to bug Jordan who she was until there were introductions.

"I'm Jordan Lehane," She held out her hand for her to shake, "The girl who isn't alert of people talking to her." She made a sligh joke out of it, and wondered how this girl would react. For all Jordan knew, this girl was a Slytherin who just wanted her watch back. Or maybe this girl was a Gryffindor who didn't like to chit chat with those she didn't know. Jordan sat there silently, waiting for her to say something. The rain continued to pour down, and it had a steady thrum to it...causing Jordan to fight to pay attention.

[cleo]

Cleo just arched her eye-brows as the girl said that she needed to pay more attention to her surroundings. “Thank you,” Cleo replied curtly accepting her watch and reattaching it to her wrist. Checking the glass on it Cleo was relieved to see that it hadn’t cracked when it well. Even though it was natural that it hadn’t broken – it was enchanted with spells after all.
Just then the girl asked Cleo to have a seat. Looking around the crowded pub room Cleo hesitated for a moment. She wasn’t exactly sure how much of a company she would be. She wasn’t very social one way or an other, but today hadn’t been the greatest day with that fight with her grand-parents. However the girl was right. It wouldn’t be easy to find an other table.

“Thanks,” Cleo muttered once again shrugging the jacket off her shoulders and letting it fall onto the bench carelessly as she reached out her hand and briefly shook the other girl’s hand. Nope, Cleo was most certainly not a people-person. She had a way to short temper-fuse for it. and for some other times Cleo just didn’t know what to tell people so there wouldn’t be uncomfortable silence. And only a few people seemed to be able to make the silence comfortable.
“Cleo Hardwick. The girl who scares others out of their thoughts,” Cleo joked back as her eyes traveled to watch the rain, “You probably go to Hogwarts, right? I’m Ravenclaw. Starting 5th year in case you’re wondering.” Cleo watched the rain beat down for a moment before shaking her head. Pushing her fingers through her hair once again Cleo grimaced as she found a knot in her hair. A few sharp yanks and the knot. As well as a few strands of hair that had been pulled out of her scull. Frowning at the strands Cleo looked up sharply at the sound of the other girls voice.
“Uh? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention this time?” Cleo asked as she dropped the loose piece of hair into a near-by bin drawing her arm back in haste as the bin partially came to life, swallowing the hair like it was food. Cleo casted a hesitant look at the bin and returned her attention to Jordan.