A Change of Scenery (Ethan)

[blakeit]

Blake Elliot. A dark headed catastrophe in the making. She stood, at the moment, deciding today she wanted to dress in something she had never worn in public before, like a jean skirt or something like that. She had two sides in her closet, each full of either clothes never worn, or clothes always worn that were worn out. She ended up choosing a pair of brown capris slacks, a white tank top, and a white headband to go into her long wavy hair. She knew she looked extremely girly and decided that really wasn't a bad thing. Her life was now and always had been based on school and family, and she wondered, a lot lately, if she should figure her social life a bit more into that fixture. She liked for everything to be planned when it came to important thigns, but when it was a regular day spontaneous things could, and most likely would happen. For instance onece before she and her brother had been wandering over the summer and had hopped a train to a completely different country. Sadly the got in trouble when they arrived home three days later even though they had told their parents by owl what they were doing.

Glancing around the room Blakes eyes searched for a brown bag that would match her pants and the flip flops she had recently added to her feet. Once successful she placed her money in it along with a wand and then headed out the door almost running into her brother when she did this. "Going out?" he asked, his smile mischievous. She nodded, "Diagon Alley.." she said and trailed off, even though she was truthfully going to Hogsmeade. She didn't feel like dodging her brother all day long while he looked after her. She hated that about him, he was always making sure she wasn't getting into any trouble. So most of the time she got into trouble to make him frustrated, though she had never gone far enough to actually make him mad. He nodded and headed on down the hallway and into his own room. She was sure she heard a loud crack as he apparated to Diagon Alley. 'Shocking.' she muttered to herself before heading down the stair and to their fire place. Making sure to clearly say Hogsmeade she felt a jerk and as everything turned she caught glimpses of other houses and rooms, never long enough to actually see anything, but still semi-clear.

With a swift movement she found herself standing in one of the many Hogsmeade stores. Smiling slightly she straightened herself up and then headed to the Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeer, hoping to meet one of her friends along the way. She was pretty sure she would too. Everyone either went to Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley, so there was a major statistical chance that someone Blake knew or liked would be their, waiting for the exact same thing as herself. Glancing around the room she made sure no one she knew was there before heading to a table by herself and smiling as her butterbeer was set in front of her, 'it's like they can read minds...' she thought to herself, though she knew they gave it to her because she was a pretty local of the shop.

[Ethan Jacobs G5]

Ethan sighed as he stared out the window. He had just come from a rocking house party and now he was extremely bored. With all of his muggle friends still in school, Ethan had basically nowhere to go.His parents were out at work (what a surprise) and Ethan's friends from Hogwarts had not recieved his letters yet, for reasons unknown. They were probably mad at him for some reason or other, but he seriously doubted every one of his friends would be out of town. He let out a long loud yawn and continued pacing the room. He had plenty of money to spend, and what better way to spend it than on a butterbeer in Hogsmeade? Yes, that would be a nice place to go, and maybe he would see a few friends here and there. He pulled on a pair o jeans and a black t-shirt and put in a pair of his favorite lip rings and he jogged down two flights of stairs into the living room where the fireplace was. He figured he'd better let his parents know where he was going. This way, he wouldn't have to come back to two weeks of punishment.

"Marty!' Ethan called for his house elf. Marty wasn't really the Jacobs family house elf anymore, for they had given him clothes of freedom months ago. Marty had simply decided to stay, that he couldn't stand leaving the greatest family he'd ever served.

"Yes, master Ethan?" Marty squeeked. Ethan rolled his eyes.

"Marty, I'm going to Hogsmeade today. Make sure mum and dad know."Marty gave a squeek which he took as a yes and he walked off to the fireplace with his little bag of floo powder. He dropped some in the fireplace and clearly stated Hogsmeade. In another second, he was in the three broomsticks.

He sat down and ordered himself a butterbeer. He was just taking a sip when he noticed a very pretty girl that looked a bit younger than him. She had taken her seat for no more than three seconds when someone had given her a butterbeer. He smirked.

"So I guess you're pretty popular around here." Ethan said to the girl. He smiled and waited for the girl to reply.

[blakeit]

Sighing Blake didn't think anyone planned on coming, which was why she was slightly startled when a guy who looked at least a year older than her sat down at her table. "Sort of, I come here a lot and always order the same thing!" she told him smiling at the thought of having some random guy just buy her a drink right when she sat down. That would definitely make any girl feel better. She smiled at him, "I'm Blake, and yourself?" she told him, deciding a good conversation was needed, he seemed to look as bored with home life as she felt. At times like Blake wished she were aloud to drink alcohol. She felt like doing something that she hadn't done before and drink was one of them. A strict rule her mother had set for Blake is no drinking or drugs, because a lot of muggles about four miles down the road where Blake lived did it all the time.

She knew in her head she sounded kind of crazy, but one of those repetitive things in her life as a phrase: "She didn't care one bit!". She took another drink of her butterbeer and looked arond. "She glanced at a waiter and made eye contact enough to where he began heading towards where they set, "Blueberry muffin?" he asked. Grinning sheepishly she nodded, was she that predictable? "Well as you can see she told the guy, I am obviously here quite a bit of my nonnocturnal life!" she thought that whole nonnocturnal thing made sense but once it was out of her mouth she realized it made almost none at all. " I meant my day life." she said smiling slightly, despite the fact she had just embarassed herself with her vocabulary. Some people she knew wondered how she was in Ravenclaw with such a scatterbrain, but she only had the scatterbrain when class wasn't in session and she didn't need to study, other wise, her nose is in a book.