Bashful Butterbeer's ((Zoey))

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

'Ah what a glorious day!', thought Woodrow. It was a nice sixty-six degrees, and the sky was partially clouded. However, what truly made it a glorious day was the fact that the youth was in Hogsmeade. In truth, this was only one of the days in the year so far that anyone would see Woodrow in a cheerful mood. Anyone who knew Woodrow through his first three years had known him to be a pretty charismatic person, but this year he suffered through different stages of depression. It was only on the quidditch pitch or here in Hogsmeade when he was somewhat his usual self.

Walking through the small village, Woodrow spotted his third favorite attraction that the village had to offer, The Three Broomstick's. Feeling slightly parched, he made a beeline for the infamous pub. It was slow going though, due to the usual traffic associated with Hogsmeade trips. Some of the students he passed recognized him, giving him nods or words of passing acknowledgement. He finally made it to the door and squeezed into the packed place.

Weaving his way through the crowded bar-room, Woodrow approached the bar. It took a moment, but Madame Rosmerta appeared in front of him like she was Houdini. He quickly ordered a butterbeer and once again weaved through the crowd, finding a table near the back of the room. Luckily enough it was deserted and now all his own. Taking a seat next to the wall, he rested his back against it. No sooner had he done that when Rosmerta showed up. Putting his butterbeer on the table next to him, she walked off. 'Now this is a good day,' he thought, 'A refreshing butterbeer in Hogsmeade!'

[zoeyshay]

It wasn’t raining, it wasn’t cold, and it was a day out of Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade… It should have been an ecstatic day for the normally ecstatic Zoey, but yet, she felt held down by the growing pain in her chest caused by the pressure of her father. Do this, do that, ignore yourself and do what I want. As if she could do that. Zoey smiled a little bit and let out a small, bitter laugh as she walked toward the Three Broomsticks with her black curls bouncing against her back. One thing that she, along with anyone that knew her was that Zoraida Shay made it almost impossible to follow orders, let alone do some that went against what she believed in. She was raised by a muggle… how could she hate them? She hated Slytherins… How was she supposed to ‘love’ one and spend the rest of her bloody life with one?

She was only fifteen, and she was still a girl.

Taking a deep breath in, she blinked, trying to calm herself from her whirring thoughts of rebellion. She was in Hogsmeade, away from him and without the awful boy… She was free, and she was supposed to be happy. Zoey opened her eyes and subconsciously grabbed her arm as she walked into the Broomsticks’ with the door held open for her, curiously of an older man walking in too. She let go of her arm instantly, still feeling the sting of a once nasty bruise from the Quidditch game a few weeks ago. She glanced down, seeing a dark spot that wasn’t nearly as noticeably, painful, and horrible to look at as it once was. Normally, she would have wanted any injury to go away swiftly to escape the pain, but this one, she sort of wanted it to stay. It reminded her of a scar worn proudly from a warrior coming back from war. It had a sense of pride to it.

With a small smile on her lips, she ordered a butterbeer and slid from the crowded bar front, barely. She was in a not so crowded area near the back now and she turned around, walking backwards a step to see how crowded it really was. Hell. She had barely ever seen it so packed in here…Hopefully she could find an empty table. Zoey turned around and frowned as she saw no empty tables…but she did see one with only one occupant around her age. Zoey pulled a small smile on her face to greet the boy and she approached the table. He looked awfully familiar… He was definitely in her year, she knew that. She had maybe a class or two with him…or was it Quidditch? Quidditch. He was on a team…not hers…and he wasn’t a Slytherin- she could tell that much. Hufflepuff? And his name… W…W what?

Woodrow. Yeah, that was it. He was familiar enough for Zoey to know his name. This would make things a little less awkward- hopefully. “Hey…Is this seat taken?” she asked, putting a small, pale hand on the back of the chair. Hopefully it wasn’t…because she was Rosmerta walking this way with a butterbeer in hand that was probably hers. Zoey looked at Woodrow (at least, that was what she was pretty sure this boy was named), waiting for an answer.

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

Woodrow was lost in his own deluded world when a voice b rought him back to reality. " What?" he asked aloud in one of those far away tones people sometimes got. Shaking his head, he looked up to see a very familiar girl standing at his table. ' Oh no,' he thought,'Why did it have to be a girl?'. His worst weakness was his visible shyness around the opposite sex, and it showed horribly as his face flushed. Giving her a crooked smile, he found his voice. " I'm sorry, did you ask if you could join me?" he asked, his voice slightly calmer than his mind wanted it to be. Without waiting for a reply, he said, " It'sokaywithme." He mentally slapped his hand to his face after the words came out. He had hurried himself and now he was more than likely going to look like a prat. Taking a deep breath, he smiled again and said, " I'm sorry, I'm very nervous around girls, and I meant to say, it's okay with me."

Taking a second look at the girl, he realised why she looked so familiar. He had seen her on the Quidditch pitch and she was in......Gryffindor? 'Yes, that's her house! he thought, ' Her name is......Sophie? No Selphie? No wait, Zoey!'. She was good looking, and from what he had seen on the pitch, a pretty damn good flyer. At least if the topic turned to Quidditch, he might be able to gain some of his usual poise. Now if only he could shake those bloody nerves of his.

OOC:( Sorry for it's shortness, my mind went black for a while.)

[zoeyshay]

Woodrow was definitely zoned out…or maybe he was just thinking… Either way, the lost sound that came with his words made him seem like he was in a different world. Zoey smiled a bit at is and tilted her head as he shook his. She felt a small laugh build inside her chest and press against her lips, but to contain it she bit her lip and waited for a the boy to return to reality. Meanwhile, she wondered about his house… Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw? She was split…but she was starting the think maybe he was a deep thinking Ravenclaw…Or maybe a day dreaming Hufflepuff? Zoey’s blue eyes slid from the boys face to the table, before she decided to not worry about that at the time. For right now, she’d worry about the life of the conversation and the butterbeer that was being pushed toward her.

“Thank you,” she smiled to Rosmerta quickly and taking the butterbeer in her hand. She took a quick sip before putting the bottle down at the sound of the boy’s first words. His crooked smile made her smile a bit herself. Ah, it was rather cute, actually. Zoey nodded, answer his question on what she had said with a small laugh in the process as he had said something in a quick hurry. She laughed a little more at his shyness…It was really, really adorable. She took another swig of the drink as he answered, and she smiled. “Thanks, Woodrow.” She smiled, pulling the chair out and taking a seat in front of him.

Awwww, he was really shy, now wasn’t he? It made her smile a little as she out her butterbeer down on the table as he admitted it. “Ah, don’t be shy, it’s just me. Think of me as just another Quidditch player or something, if that’ll help.” She smiled. Ravenclaw. Aha! He was a Ravenclaw. Somehow, the thought had just come to her like an air bubble rising from the depth of an ocean and finally reaching the surface. She remembered seeing him at the Ravenclaw final game last year…Was he in the air or the benches? That was one question that she couldn’t answer like she had did on the house dilemma…Oh well, she smiled.

OOC;; It's okay (: I have those moments too, haha.

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

Woodrow managed another crooked smile at her words. It was always easy for girls to tell a guy to not be shy. Alas, some girls didn't quite get the effect they had upon guys. Her words made sense somewhat though; he didn't have any problems talking to his female teammates. In fact, it seemed that was a very logical idea. Maybe he could try some of his jokes to get into a sort of calmer state, or at least to a somewhat less nervous state.

Looking at her face, his eyes locked on hers. Hers were slightly hazel, but kind of tinted with blue, very intriguing to look at. Just by looking into them though, he could tell she was wondering something, but not exactly what. Maybe she was wondering what his next embarrass moment might be. On second thought though, that was very unlikely. Based on his first impression of her, she didn't seem the type to wonder about something like that.

With a slight jolt he realized that he was staring into her eyes to long. To avoid any embarrassment, he his quickly brought his butterbeer to his lips and took a swig. This gave him a little more time to reply and then he remembered something that would be coming up. Putting the delicious drink down, he turned his head back to her and said, " Well I guess thinking of you as a fellow quidditch player will work, seeing as how our next match is against each other." Taking a slight pause, he said, " I guess that means technically we're rivals, so in representation of my house, you're gonna find out why we're the only house with a flying animal for it's mascot." he topped this off with a wink at her. Yes thinking in terms of quidditch made him quite a bit more calm.

[zoeyshay]

He smiled again, one of those twisted smiles at her and it seemed make Zoey a little more at ease. First of all, she wasn’t sure if it was a smile of shyness like the last one he had shot at her seemed to be, or if it was a smile of ease… Maybe her suggestion had worked? Either way, she found herself eye locked with him. He stared straight back into hers and it was sort of…weird. To her, it wasn’t that awkward, but at the same time, it was. Most of the time, Zoey got squeamish when she looked into people’s eyes. She felt vulnerable and weak because secrets, true moods and feelings could all be told by them seeping out of eyes… It was like they were a piece of parchment with everything about her and her thoughts written all over it for all to read. When she was upset or something and felt like crying, her wished would be told and people would know she was at a weak state…

This was sort of different at first… Zoey sort of thought maybe he was just checking out her eyes color… after all, she was told they stood out between her pale skin and dark hair. But as she wondered and just figured out his house, she felt like maybe….like he was reading her mind or something. It was ridiculous, she knew that for a fact, but the thought made her eyes slid to her butterbeer as she took a sip, at the same time Woodrow did.

He brought up Quidditch, and Zoey’s lips slid into a smug smile. She wasn’t one to be overconfident… but she found that Quidditch was definitely her thing. After all, she was the youngest on the team (she had just found out that Melanie was supposed to be in her fifth year), and vice captain of a team that won the Quidditch Cup three years in a row and was undefeated… It made her proud. “Well, Woodrow, you’re going to find out that lions can quickly swallow up a pigeon or little bird anytime, along with the Snitch.” She smirked, laughing a little at their competitive talk. She knew that it wasn’t too serious of a matter, and this was one of the better conversations and topics she had had for about a month now… Woodrow winked and she shot a grin back at him while lifting the butterbeer to her lips.

[Woodrow Winchester R4]

Things were definately better than they could be, considering the fact that only moments before he had sounded like a babbling baffoon. Zoey's comment bought a laugh out of Woodrow; it was full of actual entertainment rather than the dead one he had been using as of late. Something that she said did make him think though. He hadn't introduced himself properly, if his mother were here she would have smacked him upside the head for being discourteous. Grinning at the thought, he decided that formal introduction was long overdue.

" So you know my name, are you one of those stalker types I've heard about?" he asked in a comical tone, but putting on a serious face, continuing he said " If I didn't know any better I would say that i should run away from fear, but I am truly flattered that you chose to stalk me, and may I say it is an honor for one such as myself." He continued with the serious look, then chuckled and said, " I believe that I should actually introduce myself if you really are my stalker, it should be the highlight of your day. I am Woodrow Alexander Winchester Junior, heir to an broken family and son of an enormous a-hole. Oh and even a lion may find it hard to scarf down a raven." It was wierd of him to joke about it, but it didn't give him the jolt it usually did.

Awaiting her reply, he wondered if she would jest back, or whether she would treat him as you would a wart plaster. Truly the female mind was hard to predict, but sometimes you could guess right, that is if your own personal dice rolled sixes every time. Better to not try and just go with the roll, but there was always fun in taking the dangerous one every now and then. His mouth formed that crooked smile as he waited.

[zoeyshay]

Zoey almost snorted out her butterbeer as Woodrow’s words reached her ears. She had to put do the bottle and begin coughing a little as she looked up to him with dancing eyes. Today was actually getting better and better, the more she socialized. He introduced himself formally, and she smirked. “Well, as your ‘stalker’,” she used air quotes and smirked a little before going serious. “I am Zoriaida Shay, commonly known as Zoey, Gryffindor daughter of a muggle and a complete jerk of a Slytherin.” She stuck her tongue out at the last part. She found if strange how someone so alike could also be so different…Something inside of both herself and her father must have been opposite and dramatic to have been sorted into houses that were natural rivals and opposites of each other.

Woodrow teased back and she smiled. “And ravens will find it hard to escape a lion’s jaws.” She smiled, laughing at herself and running a finger around the rim of her butterbeer bottle. “So Woodrow…I’m pretty sure you’re a fourth year like me…How come we have stalked each other sooner?” she asked, smiling a little and changing the subject from competitive Quidditch talk before she got to excited about it. She was also trying to answer a question building up in her head. She was positive he was a fourth year… It left her wondering why they had never bothered to talk or anything, seeing as she was already familiar with him from the wonderful sport of Quidditch. Zoey wished they had ran into each other somewhere in the past – Woodrow seemed like someone she could easily befriend…and she needed friends.

Despite her growing reputation and popularity from sports, she still didn’t have many friends to call her own and close. Yes, people said hi and they’d have a light conversation in the common rooms or in the library or somewhere, but there were only a handful that she actually spent time with. Matthew, Danny, Melody… Those were the only ones she could think of, with Danny being the closest of them all, along with a little spark of something else…She took a sip of her butterbeer, and frowned seeing as it was almost finished.