Sunrise(open)

[bugock]

Safira took off her cloak and hung it on the back of the chair before sitting. She looked around, it was almost as if the place were closed, but they would not have been able to get in had it not been opened. She looked around for one of the waitresses, the place felt very quiet and empty without a lot of people in it. Safira sighed and folded her hands on the table.

[neigh]

Jane sat down across from her. The place was almost completely empty. Why did Safira want to go get butterbeer at this time of day. It was munch to early. She saw a waiter sitting at a table drinking. It appeared that he hadn't even notice them come in.

[calcetines]

Angel came up with the cellar, a bit of dust smeared on her face and a long strand of a cobweb attached to her hair. Behind her was a floating keg of mead, she had to refill the one up here. She flicked her wand and it began doing so of its own accord. "Evan, we have customers!" Angel said with a frown. He never did anything around the place. He grumbled something and she scowled at him, then walked over to the table. She recognized one of the girls as a friend of hers, Safira Malfoy, but didn't know the other. "What can I get for you today?" Angel said with a smile, pulling out her pad of paper and an enchanted quill.

[bugock]

"Oh, hello Angie," Safira said with a smile. Her friend had dropped out of school after she had gotten pregnant, it was an unfortunate thing, she had heard from Isaac that she was to have twin boys. But Safira didn't think any less of her for getting pregnant. Everybody made mistakes at some point in their lives, some a bit more extreme than others, but still... "Just a butterbeer with some ginger and cinnamon please," said Safira, then looked to Jane, still a bit in shock that she had agreed to come with her.

[neigh]

"One butterbeer plain with nothing in it" she told her. She wondered why the other waiter wasn't doing anything. Did he make her do everything. Most likely but that was just the way most people were. Total selfish and not caring about anyone els.

[calcetines]

"Okay," said Angel, not bothering to write down either order, she could remember both quite easily. She walked behind the counter, then grabbed two mugs. She flicked her wand at them and they floated over to the kegs and began being filled. They came back full, then Angel added the cinnamon and ginger to Safira's and walked back to the table with them floating beside her. The plain one sat itself in front of the girl Angel didn't know, the one with ginger and cinnamon in front of Safira. "Would that be all?" Angel asked.

[neigh]

Jane nodded. She didn't know if her nod would be taken as a yes from just her or from both of them. Well if Safira did want more then she didn't care. Why should she? No one had ever cared about her. Although Safira did asked her to go with her. That was a kind of caring act. Wasn't it?

[calcetines]

"Nothing?" said Angel. "All right then, if you need anything just call, okay?" She turned away, but then felt that she needed to ad something to that. She faced them once more. "The butterbeers are on the house," Angel told them with a small bit of a smile. "A friend of Safira's is a friend of mine." She then returned to the cellars, she needed to bring up some wine, that keg was running low as well.

[neigh]

Angel thought she was Safira's friends. She wasn't of course. At least not really. They just knew each other. At least for now. Jane cleared that thought from her head. She didn't and never would have any friends. That's the way it was and always would be.

[bugock]

Safira took a sip of butterbeer, it had the perfect amount of cinnamon and ginger. Angel always seemed to know how much to put in of each added ingredient. She placed her mug back down on the table, crossing her left leeg over her right at the same time. "So," Safira said, somewhat awkwardly. "What's your favourite class?" There, a relatively harmless topic, hopefully Jane would respond, and not just glare.

[neigh]

Jane glared at Safari again. That was a weird question. "I don't know" she replied. This was of course just anther thing she didn't know about herself. She must be the only person in the world who didn't know everything about herself.

[bugock]

"Yes, hard to choose isn't it?" said Safira. She gently grasped her butterbeer, took a sip, and put it back again, making sure to match up the mug's edges to the faint ring of condesation left behind. Cup rings were one of Safira's biggest pet peeves, she liked everything neat and tidy.

[neigh]

Jane watched as she struggled to make sure the cup ring was lied up. What the hell was she doing that for? She must be obsessive compulsive or something.

Jane decided to try to annoy Safira. She picked up her glass and took a sip. Then she placed it down on the table making sure it was inches away from the cup ring.

[bugock]

Safira held back her impulses to grab Jane's cup and put it back exactly where the ring was where she had first set it down. She had been told that she acted like someone with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, but Safira had never been tested. And it was only with little things, like her stacks of books, or where she placed her cup after drinking from it. "Play Quidditch at all?" Safira asked curiously.

[neigh]

Jane shook her head. She had ever understood what was so great about it or why it was supposed to be so fun. Although she had never played it. Why should she? Quidditch was just a bunch of people obsessing with throwing or catching balls.