Blueberry muffin ((Bailely))

[kris]

Kris sauntered into the relatively empty Great Hall with his black walking-cane swinging from his fingers as Kris leaned it on the floor every once and a while. Turning his head slightly Kris tried to catch some familiar voice from the slight buzz floating over the room but heard none. Not really caring either Kris felt the small weight of Morrigan jump on his left shoulder and he obediently turned left. He had learned to trust the kitten’s instructions rather quickly and could move around rather easily by now. Surely, there were a lot of problems but with Morrigan around Kris found moving around the castle a lot easier. Though the Great Hall still presented a couple of problems. Like knowing what on earth Kris would serve for himself. Kris sauntered down the isles between two tables before reaching his regular spot in the Great Hall with his back at the wall. Draping himself gracefully over the seat Kris yawned lazily behind his arm before flicking his wand twice at the table while keeping the wand hidden behind his fingers. Taking hold of the cup now in front of him and filled with fresh coffee Kris closed his eyes – though you couldn’t see it anyway behind the black sunglasses Kris always wore nowadays.

Taking a sip of his cup Kris came to a conclusion that the desserts were mainly served right now. The smell of freshly baked cakes was a sure give-away of that small fact. Reaching out his hand Kris wondered what food he’d find. His hand moving over a bowl of ice-cream Kris decide not to risk it. A few moments later his hands came to an other plate and Kris picked up a muffin from there, shifting the place slightly so he could reach easily for an other one. Peeling off the paper bowl from around the muffin Kris raised the sugary goodness to his mouth and bit into it, only to discover that it was blueberry muffin. What was it with blueberry muffins lately? The seemed to be everywhere. What had happened to the regular muffins with raisins in them?

Musing over the fate of muffins Kris ate the treat anyway before reaching his hand out and picking up one more. Shifting in his seat, Kris leaned his back against the wall while throwing his legs up his crossed ankles resting on the table-corner. He didn’t really care either whether or not his legs were in someone’s way… only Slytherins would have to pass him to get to one side of the table and most of them either had lunch already, weren’t coming or were young or unimportant enough to have to go around the other corner of the table.

[ashley5656]

Bailely pushed her way passed a group of stupid firsties into the Great Hall, her stomach growling quite gallingly. She hadnt eaten in nearly a day, considering she had fallen asleep the afternoon before at around 2 and had slept untill just now. She needed to get some food in her, she was indeed becoming a bit too skinny. Her Slytherin robes hung loosely against her slim frame, and her normally lush, rosey cheeks were growing pale. She hadnt been feeling herself lately, ever since she had returned from Christmas break her mood had plumetted from good to horrible; she had been weak, and tired. What's wrong with me? She thought almost angrily. She hadnt even had the energy to get herself ready that morning. Her normally perfect, shining reddish brown hair looked almost,..dull? Still, Bailely's alarming good looks were not hidden, just not as breathtaking as she knew they could be.

Bailely scanned the Slytherin table for someone interesting to sit with. Perhaps they would be able to improve her mood. After a moments search, she spotted a guy who looked much older than her, yet oddly appealing all the same. She watched as he groped around the table before him as though he were blind. Bailely wondered if he was. He stretched his legs out across the lenghth of the bench he was sitting on and ate the muffin he had snatched up vaguely. She made her way toward him and sat down at the opposite side of the table. "Nice shades." She commented sarcastically. She knew her remark would get her no where, she just couldnt resist. What was he doing in dark sunglasses indoors?

[kris]

Not feeling sleepy at all Kris wondered about his possibilities. Dana was patrolling tonight so he could freely prowl the hallways today. Dana would never give Kris out for being out after curfew… in the beginning she had been the one slightly afraid of the dark and quiet hallways especially in the dungeons anyway, so she had been the one to seek out Kris’s company during her prefect duties. Blood was thicker than water anyway, though biologically they were only distant cousins. Yet Kris took Dana as a sister and that was all that mattered. Or perhaps he could charm – or more likely annoy – Cleopatra to come play with him? Or maybe Mary would fancy a game of chess. Kris’s skills – as little as they were – were getting rusty anyway.

Morrigan hissed quietly into Kris’s ear as someone took a seat on the opposite side of the table sound fully enough to make Kris arch a lazy eye-brow. What had happened to tact and elegance and actually controlling your movements? And the comment about the shades. The attack on the Express had been a big enough news for the school so was the girl either dumb, tactless or simply trying to be original. Not that it was really working.
“The best,” Kris answered lazily at the comment. Really? What else could you say at it, “Were you enthralled by the smell of muffins or did you actually have something meaningful to say?”

[ashley5656]

"Neither." Bailely answered the guys sarcastic question. "I hate muffins, well blueberry mufffins anyhow, and why would I have something meaningful to say, I just want to eat something. I'm starved." She added. She grabbed a plate and began daintily scooping on food. She didnt speak for about three minutes, she just ate quietly, watching the cat fidgit on the guys shoulder. She loved cats. Cally, her kitten was probably her truest friend besides Paige, and Bailely pretty much trusted the animal with her life which was sure saying a lot for a kitten. "I like your cat, whats its name?" She asked casually. She wasnt sure whether or not to expect an answer, the guy didnt seem too keen on her ever since the moment she sat down. But she was bored and didnt much feeling like eating in silence. She wondered why he had a cat on his shoulder. She thought about it a moment and then remembered some rumors she had heard the day she had returned to school after her long vacation. If you could call it that, she had had to spend two months away from school with her parents, attending a funeral and then moping around the house while she was supposed to be 'greiving' her grandfathers death. What a waste of time.

Bailely knew better than to just flat out ask him if what she assumed was true, but she had a strong feeling it was. For a moment, just a moment, she felt herself feel sorry for him. But that feeling quickly vanished as she reminded herself that it was just the way life went and that wasting yourself feeling bad for someone wouldnt change anything. "Is your name Kris?" She asked; it was a way to prove whether or not this was the guy she had heard about. She knew if it was than she was being quite obvious.