Frills and Burns {open}

[Georgina Parkinson]

Madam Puddifoot's... not somewhere that Georgina usually found herself when she was in the village. In fact, she'd gone her entire stay at Hogwarts and only ever entered the cringe-worthy establishment once. Today, however, it caught her attention.

It was a Hogsmeade weekend for the school, and Georgina was on the look out for any potential new recruits. The big names were easy so she wasn't here for them. No, she was looking for the less confident, less secure, more likely to go good, or perhaps to side at all... Georgina didn't want the 'I desire to be a Death Eater' sort. They were passionate to find a way there on their own. No, she had other plans.

Why she chose the little tea shot with floating cherubs and exploding confetti she'd never know, but she felt a vibe from it. Something was going to happen today, and she was going to find it here. All she had to do was sit tight, look sweet, and munch on her iced croissant.

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Sawyer had no kind of reputation to uphold, half of the school probably didn’t know that he existed and the other half that did probably knew little more than his name. So the fact that he was heading towards Madam Puddifoot’s probably was of no interest to anyone. Sawyer couldn’t help it that they had the nicest tea that he had ever had. The seventh year was far from a regular but the place was usually filled with couples so that meant that he could go under most the other people’s radars that were there.

Pausing a moment to peer through the window Sawyer didn’t immediately see anyone he knew- a good sign. Although the place seemed fairly busy after all the whole school was allowed down to the village this weekend. Taking a breath before he went in to avoid inhaling the sweet aroma too quickly, Sawyer pushed open the door to have his arrival announced to the rest of the current occupants.

Hoping that his arrival hadn’t turned too many heads he tried to sulk through the tables unnoticed. He was dressed in rather dark clothing, although in the tea room he stuck out instead of blending in. What could the kid do, there was no point running outside now. His Hazel eyes spotted a girl sitting on her own; he paused looking probably for a little too long. Not that he could judge he was here alone too. It looked like she had already ordered so she couldn’t be waiting for someone. If he was a little braver maybe he would have said something instead he turned to look for somewhere to sit.

[Georgina Parkinson]

All around the room sat couples mushing over each other. How sweet. Frankly, Georigina couldn't see the point. Sure, be in 'love' or whatever, but wasn't Puddifoot's a bit stereotypical? Besides, there seemed to be quite a number of fourteen year olds mushing in here, or that's how old they looked to Georgie.

When the door opened, Georgie looked up, curious to see how old the new set of love-birds were, only, they weren't. Or rather, it wasn't. A guy walking in on his own, looking a little out of place, and it looked like he knew he was out of place. She watched curiously as he looked her way, gaze lingering a while, before he turned to look somewhere else. "Everywhere's taken, sweetie. Why don't you take a seat?"

Hogwarts age, for sure, though she couldn't tell much more about him. Georgie had only been out of school for two years, so when it came to the older students there she tended to recognize faces even if not names. This one? Well, he wasn't a Slytherin, she could recall that much.

"Now tell me, what's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this all on his lonesome?"

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It was probably his own fault that the older girl seemed to notice that he was there, she had probably been at Hogwarts while he was there, most of the older people around here was. She still looked young and Sawyer felt like he should know who she was but no names came to mind, he just about knew the students in his own year and that was about it really. Sawyer paused a moment just looking at the older girl sit, there? He willed there to be another seat he could take but of course she was right the place was packed with couples. “Thanks.” He grinned for a unknown boy he did have a nice smile.

Sawyer didn’t feel a need to prompt her with his name, he felt a little rude not knowing hers after all. Even though Sawyer had been watching her only moments ago now he was trying to avoid her gaze. Why did he really want a cup of tea this badly. He picked up the serviette and started folding in the corners, something to look at. Oh she was talking to him, Sawyer shouldn’t have got his hopes up the two of them were sharing a table he should have guessed she might want to talk.

He breathed a slight laughed and smiled again. “I thought I’d get a cup of tea, didn’t bank on it being this busy.” He looked around, of course still all the tables were occupied. “And I don’t have anyone to bring along.” He added in a matter of fact manner, Sawyer barely knew any girls full stop let alone knew any of them well enough to even think about dating one of them. He looked around wondering if there was anyone to order tea from nearby. Then he realised that he was meant to add a question for the conversation to carry on.

“What about you?” He asked one of his dark eyebrows lifting as he looked across the table.

[Georgina Parkinson]

“Thanks.”

Georgie watched as he sat down, reaching for a serviette and looking at that, not looking back up at her again. Strange, considering that he hadn't been looking away before. What a curious boy... Well, Georgie was hardly one to sit here in silence.

“I thought I’d get a cup of tea, didn’t bank on it being this busy.”

Despite the fact he didn't appear to want to look at her, he still seemed pleasant enough. It seemed a bit of an odd contrast that he was so eager to avoid making eye contact, yet he seemed to smiley whenever he said something. She didn't know quite what to make of him, and that intrigued her.

“And I don’t have anyone to bring along. What about you?”

Ah, now he looked at her. Again, strange how matter of fact he was about things. He really was an odd one. "No one? Well, I suppose we better call it a date then." She sat back in her seat, licking some icing off her fingers, taking a moment just to watch him. "So, why no girlfriend, pretty boy?" Were all Hogwarts boys the same these days? This guy just intrigued her more than anything right now.

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It was hard for Sawyer to try and act normally he wasn’t used to sitting in a café with other people let alone this oddly pretty girl. Books were easier company that was a fact. Even figuring out when it was okay to make eye contact before was difficult; Sawyer clearly had never been on a date before unless studying with Bev counted.

Was the older girl watching him now? Sawyer didn’t really want to check but he guessed he had to- no she was able to decide when to just glance and when to make eye contact. Through his years at Hogwarts Sawyer had simply lost his ability to normally interact with other people. The only social activity he could probably still do was a game of football but he really didn’t want people knowing that he used to play.

”No one? Well, I suppose we better call it a date then.”

Sawyer’s hazel eyes looked to the girl again, he wasn’t worried about looking now he was more concerned about the fact that he was probably blushing. So this did look like a date, but it wasn’t really he didn’t know the girl after all. They were swarmed with other couples around them, anyone else around them would probably be thinking the same thing- for some reason this seemed to panic Sawyer just a little.

”So, why no girlfriend, pretty boy?”

Even though he had been unable to reply to the date idea the seventh year should have been able to come up with a fair excuse as to why he was single. He had options like, ‘I just never got around to it’ but that didn’t seem like a good idea. Sawyer just shrugged and quickly tried to think of something to say. “Guess no one really likes me.” he meant to add a ‘like that’, since now it sounded like people hated him, they might do Sawyer wouldn’t know. He managed to catch one of the waitress’s attention and ordered some tea, finally maybe he’d be able to make a quick escape if he drank it fast enough. He turned back to the girl a little more relaxed knowing his drink was on its’ way. “So where’s your boyfriend?” Because she was pretty and seemed nice, even though she had to called their meeting a date.

[Georgina Parkinson]

Georgie watched his face closely, looking for reactions that would give him some idea of what was going through the young man's mind, but he was quite hard to read. The way she saw it, his expression said one thing, but he eyes said another. There were questions racing in his eyes that were unnoticeable elsewhere.

“Guess no one really likes me.”

His reaction there was a little more readable. His movements were quick but his words less so, as though the answer wasn't one he really knew the answer to, or perhaps didn't want to say. It wasn't as casual a gesture as it could have been, at least. What a curious person... Georgie leaned forward in her seat again, looking at him closely while he ordered a drink, and she motion to the woman to make it two. The waitress disappeared again.

“So where’s your boyfriend?”

A slow smile spread across her face. "What boyfriend?" Georgie wasn't the sort to do 'boyfriends'. Who the heck needed a relationship when you could just be free to have fun as you wish? But, he didn't need to know that. It seemed like he had absolutely no idea who she was. "Maybe no one really likes me." She repeated his words back to him, wondering what he'd say.

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Sawyer might have been more at ease if he could figure out who this girl was. He liked to think that he could remember any older Ravenclaw students than himself. He would have guessed she wasn’t long out of Hogwarts, but he wasn’t from a wizarding family and usually being of wizarding birth usually gave you some ideas of other wizarding families. Then again around all these people was a good place to mention your wizarding (or lack of) blood. He tried to keep looking fairly composed, his ‘date’ didn’t exactly scream trouble to him.

He noticed the girl lean a little closer watching him now, although he didn’t intend on pulling her up for it. Sawyer would be one of the first to say he wasn’t exactly the most normal guy around. So she was having tea too now? That meant that he had to stay until she was done too. This was starting to seem more like a date to him now.

“What boyfriend?”

Sawyer raised an eyebrow she was joking right? There was no way that this girl was single? He was kind of thinking that her boyfriend didn’t appreciate tea as much as he himself did. Sawyer assumed the girl wouldn’t be lying to him.

“Maybe no one really likes me.”

A smile grew on his face again, noting she had just taken his words. “I find that very hard to believe” He told her, finally able to look up and hold eye contact for the right amount of time, it was pure luck but still even Sawyer got this kind of thing right once in a while. “You seem pretty lovely to me” Sawyer decided he may as well be honest with the girl. Just in time for their tea to arrive. “Do you want anything else?” He asked her, since it was going to be a task to catch any of the waitresses attentions again.

[Georgina Parkinson]

Georgina hadn't known what to expect from the day when she'd first walked into this tea shop today, but she was certainly interested in seeing where this led to. If one thing was clear, this guy had absolutely no idea who she was, or who she was associated with. While she'd come here intending to look for some potential recruits she wasn't going to pass up on this little opportunity now it was here. Maybe she'd slip in a mention of the war later on and see if she could judge his standings.

“I find that very hard to believe. You seem pretty lovely to me.”

Ohh, Georgie liked this boy. When was the last time someone had said that and not been some middle aged lonely bloke who'd been drinking for half the evening? It wasn't the sort of thing people said often, but that was because they tended to know who she was and what she did. If this guy knew she was a Death Eater who loved to torture people she had a feeling he wouldn't be calling her lovely then. "You're a sweetie, aren't you?" She smiled at him, but they were interrupted when the waitress brought over their drinks. Georgie looked at the young waitress, but thankfully she seemed completely oblivious to who she was as well. See, that was the good side of not having your face splashed on wanted posted all over the country. So why Dolohov though he was in some way superior to her she'd never know. He was hardly useful for anything as a fugitive.

“Do you want anything else?”

Georgie shook her head and motioned to the iced croissant which she hadn't finished yet. "Just a tea for you?" She asked, "The baked goods are as lovely as you." She sent him a little wink, picking up her coffee and holding it with both hands, blowing on it gentle as she watched him. Georgie could be sweet when she wanted to be.