l a s t chance (Blaize)

[chances]

Sydney quickly and quietly entered the Hog's Head, the bell above her head the only thing signifying her entrance. Only one or two people raised their heads to acknoledge her, then they returned to their drinks. Sydney seated herself in a booth near the door and ordered a butterbeer.

It was the last trip to Hogsmeade, and she and Blaize had planned to spend it together, here at the Hog's Head. The both of them liked the solitude of the place, and Sydney couldn't have been happier to have gotten inside. The weather was nasty and cold, the warm weather eaten awat. Sydney had donned a pair of skinny jeans, a pink sweater, and a pair of ballet flats to match. A top her head sat a black beret, and around her neck was a black scarf.

Sydney removed took a sip of her butterbeer and looked about the dismal place. Something about the shabby pub was intriuging to her, though she couldn't say why. Setiing her drink down, her hands began playing with the simple scarf hanging down over her shoulders. The bell over the door rang, and Sydney looked up to see...

[doodle]

Blaize stumbled through the doorway, he had tripped over the threshold of the door for what felt like the hundredth time, but luckily this time he managed to regain his balance before falling flat on his face. He had dressed nicely; opting for dark jeans with a black button-down shirt with white pinstripes. True to his house, he wore canary yellow Converse. He could have passed for a muggle, except for his black cloak. "Hi," said Blaize, sitting beside Sydney. It was still hard to believe that they were together. Sydney could have her pick of the Hogwarts guys, but she had chosen him, out of all of the others, him.

[chances]

"Hi" Sydney replied with a large grin. She continued to play with her scarf, twirling the fabric around her fingers. The waiter, seeing she was finally sitting with someone, came to to the table. "Can I have a salad?" She asked. She took another sip of her butterbeer as he nodded. The man jotted it down on a piece of paper. She was quite amused, for not very many wizard waiters wrote down the order. With a simple flick of a wand, he could have simply had it fly out to him. The wizards here were rather strange compared to those from Beauxbatons.

[doodle]

"Ehm, just a butterbeer," said Blaize when the bartender looked to him. In truth, he was far too nervous to eat. He never recalled being this way about Quidditch; the sport came as naturally to him as breathing, but talking to, or even just being around, Sydney was the most complex thing he could think of.

[chances]

The bartender left and Sydney turned and smiled gently at Blaize. "How are you?" she asked, bringing her butterbeer to her lips. She took a small sip then set the cold bottle on the table. Before she had the time to hear his response, her salad and his butterbeer were placed in front of them. Sydney smiled and thanked the man before picking up her fork and digging in. She took small bites, but savored each of them. She adored the salads from the Hog's Head, they were much nicer than the ones at the Three Broomsticks. Sydney took another small bite as she waited for Blaize's response.