My own little world xx.Open.

[felecity]

Sipping a warm glass of Butterbeer she smirked a little. How awkward and strange it was..for a Sixteen year old to be in the Leaky Cauldron.
Twirling the spoon with her delicate fingers she sat back and glimped around the whole room.

It was yet so peaceful...in this small little corner in London.
Witches and Wizards walked around, with their shoppping from Diagon Alley, resting. Thinking about her own shopping to do, the white blonde maiden suddely smiled. She had forgot.

Felicity still needed to get her new kit for polishing her broom.
She was the seeker for the Ravenclaw quidditch team afterall. The thought seemed to cheer the girl up.

"Excuse me deary? Do you mind if I use this chair?"
An elderly woman pointed to the chair right across from her.
Nodding her head she turned around. She didn't feel like answering. Sign language was good enough for her.

Sighing, she clasped her hands around her warm mug.
Glad that the elderly lady was sitting far away from her she cursed under her breath then sighed. She still went to her Aunts house during the Summers. Not her damn parents. Good. Then they wouldn't confiscate her quidditch kit.

The door opened again. It was always opening and closing.
But the door stayed open. Somebody just kept standing there.
Close the door you idiot. Silently she thought with an amused expression.

[Tanith Channery]

Tanith sauntered through Diagon Alley, pausing occasionally as she spotted a display that attracted her attention. Placing one hand on her hip as she half-listened to a salesman's typical spiel of why his wares were superior to the competition, she quite obviously put on a face that said more than mere words. Put as simply as possible, it said, 'I don't care; go away.'

Ah, but he was a persistent little man.

Tanith resisted the urge to roll her eyes, or at least slap some sense into the man. Knowing, however, that if she made a habit of this, sooner or later, she would make it into a fight she would be left unable to win. The prospect of such a thing happening restrained her tongue, but just barely. Her temper was raging beneath the calm expression she that was slowly slipping out of her reach.

Turning with a falsely brilliant smile, Tanith gave a murmured, "Thank you, but I am not interested." Perhaps it came out a bit more harshly than she would have intended, as attested by the sudden glimpse of contempt anger that she spied on the man's own face. Serves him right, she thought irritably. I don't even have the money to buy anything of his...

Tanith pivoted on her heel, her hair flying out behind her (purposefully done so, of course - she was curious as to how good her aim was and if her thick hair would successfully hit the man in the face). She marched off, going at a much faster clique than before in an effort to avoid the unnecessary attention of more salespeople. How irritating they could be, sometimes. And industrious. It made Tanith wonder if they tried to sell cheap wizarding toys to their children and if they would sell their own mothers. It was doubtful, but one could never be too certain about those types...

Tanith paused in her steps as she heard a familiar creek of doors. Her eyes flicked to the side, not followed by her head, catching a peripheral glimpse of the Leaky Cauldron. Slowly turning around, and glaring at a busy wizard who complained of her halt in the 'middle of the street' (Tanith didn't call the left side of the road the 'middle of the street', which quite possibly just made her all the more disdainful towards the man), she stepped up to the door. Wincing slightly and freezing with her right foot on the door, she turned around, radiating hostility at the wizard who shouted at her again.

"Hey, girl! I never got a proper apology!" he cried after her, shaking his fist.
That did it.
Tanith wheeled around on him, her eyes flashing with anger and disgust. "Sorry for what?" she asked, her voice mockingly innocent.
"You know quite well!"
"Oh, that." A contemptuous smirk spread across her face. She turned around, spreading her arms to those sitting in the Leaky Cauldron. "I apologize to everyone who has to listen to this old gas-bag talk!" With one last venomous glance at the man, she slammed the door behind her before he could react. He seemed stupefied enough by her bold actions that he probably wouldn't have been able to reply anyways.

Glaring coldly at a small group of first-years who stared, slightly fearfully, mostly as though she had suddenly sprouted eye stalks or something to that odd extent. After a moment giving a vaguely amused smile, she stalked towards the bar, ordering, a little coarsely, a butterbeer of her own.

[felecity]

Sneering at the girl she slumped back to her seat. Lovely. A drama show. Most students liked to scare of First years once they were older. Screw them. It happened gradually as slowly they realized they were now older and could reserve the rights to chastise a bunch of First years.
Looking around, Witches and Wizards looked quite horrified and amused upon this loud show.

Glaring coolly at the girl, green-silver orbs set upon the girl.
She seemed around Felicity's age as well but she knew the girl was in a different house. She was also in some of her classes too....Smirking she glanced out the window. Stupid Sales man.
he was still shouting through the window and people were starting to leave. When was the salesman ever going to get in his thick skull no one wanted to buy his crap?

Doing a short polite clap she smirked again.
"Well done. I suppose it will be 10/10 for this one.
Tapping her own foot to get the adrenaline of her. Too much excitement was floating through the air. Literally.

Sticking her wand inside the pocket of her sweatshirt she took another sip of her ButterBeer. Yeah..Three Broomsticks was the best place to get Butterbeer but like she had a choice.
She wanted to stay clear of hanging around Diagon Alley. The amount of population and humidity was awful. Also to stay clear of unwanted conversations and idiotic salesman too.

Glancing across her table there was still an unwanted chair. Good Lord. This is probably one of my most semi-lucky days. She thought sarcastically.
Ignoring all sorts of whispers about what just happened she glanced back at the window.
The man was gone. "And good riddance." She said right outloud. Putting a pretentious smile she sat straight up and then leaned back on her chair again. The good feeling of freedom.

[Tanith Channery]

((Gah, a little late...I've been working around the house and haven't had time... ><))

Glancing around the room as she leaned against the bar, butterbeer in hand, Tanith's eyes fell on one other. Cold in personality as she was, Tanith wondered where she was sent to; Slytherin, most likely, or possibly Ravenclaw. One could toss Gryffindor into there for the sake of something interesting, but somehow she found it unlikely. Tanith had seen this one in passing, perhaps in a class or two, but she'd never given the girl more than a passing glance.

Tanith continued through her scrutiny of the room. The First Years she had 'tormented' were already gone. Supressing the urge to laugh, she mentally gave them a little advice: 'If I could scare you with an expression, then it's easy to believe that you'll hardly survive your First Year.' Slytherins would eat them alive.

Tanith listened with amusement to the astonished whispers, particularly of the elderly who simply came here because of 'old habits'. As far as Tanith was concerned, that simply meant that the old geezers couldn't accept the fact that they weren't in the prime of their life and were 'preserving memories'; she found it all a bit pitiful.
"...In my day, nobody would ever have..."
"...I know! I would have been expelled from Hogwarts if I ever talked..."
"Well, I never saw such a display in my life..."

Tanith laughed harshly, turning around when she heard the other Hogwart-er speak. Sneering and giving a bow, she said, making sure it was loud enough for the older patrons to hear, "It's nice to see that one person has the refinement to notice quality entertainment when it's thrust in their face." She gave a sidelong glance at the people in the back of the pub, now seeming shocked with the realization that she had heard their every word. She wanted to howl with laughter, just to spite them, but she refrained. "Oh, don't look so surprised," she snapped. "I heard you better than your friends could."

She smirked to herself and, turning away from them, sipped her butterbeer again, this time as meekly as could be. Ah, how fun it could be, making scenes like this. When would people ever learn just to ignore her?

((Really short, but I went braindead near the end...))

[felecity]

Amused at the fact the other girl was doing her best to entertain the whole pub she half smiled at the girl. This girl definitely had a lot of spirit. Felicity found that a good quality to have.
Maybe this girl was in Gryffindor..most of them were quite snappish and thought a good deal of themselves....maybe Slytherin....but she couldn't think twice about Hufflepuff. Wondering whether this girl had traits of a Hufflepuff she set her butterbeer down.

Wondering whether to retort back she kept her silence. She never really liked to talk.
Ignoring the sheltered feeling of staying out of it she laughed.
"Oh yes. Especially when the entertainer sees fit to let everybody else join in the fun."
Settling down for an amused look she glanced around.

Looking back at the girl she saw her expression. She seemed quick to hide and disappear.
Remembering that feeling she gave her a wry smile.
"So what is your name and house? I do seem to recall you around the classroom at Hogwarts."

Tapping her long delicate fingers on the table she felt herself being glared but the elderly lady who earlier had asked to borrow her chair. Giving an even stare she sneered at the lady and turned around. The lady wasn't worth her critique and insults. All the sudden the pub seemed silent. Everybody's heads were bent down. They probably are deciding to keep their gossip down and away from this girl. She is like fire burning down everybody's skin and yet she needs to control it like I do.

Staring at her clipped fingernails she looked at her reflection. Waist-length wavy hair. Glaring Green-Silver eyes and a relaxed expression. Most people would classify her as a Slytherin from just one glare from her. But she was put in intelligent Ravenclaw.
"I'll show them. I'll show them all! I'm not a simple dumb blondie! You just watch me!"
She remembered herself shout at her mother when she was ten years old, excited at the prospect of attending Hogwarts. Then she also desperately wished she was either in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor.

How wrong her ten year old self had been. Ravenclaw was the perfect house for her. She wouldn't have to be stuck around too-much pride Gryffindors...Hufflepuff seemed okay..and Slytherin was maybe another option. After all....she was a pureblood and she sort of inherited a sense of "Purebloood is always the best" prejudice......

Snapping back in alertness her calm expression turned into a cool, fiery expression.
Others were pointing towards the girl and her. Some simply stared at her hair.
People who were blond did have a reputation of being outrageously stupid. Felicity liked to praise herself as out of the ordinary.
Probably in awe of my absoulute grace and beauty. Ha.

[Tanith Channery]

((Idea-less and all that crud... ><))

Tanith smiled - more sneered, actually - at the girl's comment. "Obviously they don't agree. Then again, at their age," she continued pointedly, "it seems difficult for people that age to agree with anything."

How she pushed her luck.

How those elderly people seemed to itch to reach for their wands to teacher her a lesson.

How fake those subtle threats were.

Tanith doubted they could even remember where they were sitting before if they got up to 'teach her a lesson'; it was even more difficult for her to believe that they could remember how to cast the simplest spell on her. She would be able to counter it easily. That being the case, why should she fear them? She feared the girl, who so 'graciously' decided to join in the fun, more than she feared any of them, and the 'geezers' had completed their training at Hogwarts. Not that they could remember any of it, she assumed.

Tanith's pupils flicked to the corners of her eyes, not moving her head an inch to stare at the other. "Tanith Channery," she said, in response to her first question. Her tongue ached to add in, 'Not that it's any of her business,' but she decided it made more sense to keep at least this ally, no matter how disloyal she might be, in the argument. Two people could drive more insane than one, after all.

"Hufflepuff," she said, answering the other half of the question. She smiled bittersweetly, turning fully around this time, and said, "You?" She hoped that, considering that she had answered the other's without any true skittering around the subject, the other would be obliged to giving Tanith the information she had given. After all, one can't always call an acquaintance 'you'.

[felecity]

Smiling a little in reply to the girl she laughed softly to herself.
"Felicity Gardington, Ravenclaw. "
So Tanith, the girl was in Hufflepuff. For a moment it surprised her.
Maybe Tanith was very loyal in her personality. Although Felicity felt she was more of a Slytherin. The Sorting Hat was wonders.

Irises flickers over the elder citizens who were now bent over, still whispering about what happened. The Sun seemed dimmer and Felicity had realized it was getting to be noon, quite a while since she had entered here. The owner of the Leaky Cauldron was now cleaning one o the greasy butterbeer mugs. The Leaky Cauldron wasn't known for their butterbeer and cleaness of the place. There was probably a mile thick of dust on the shelves.

"Well, I have to go. See you at Hogwarts." She said sweetly. It was getting to the point where she had to go back to her Aunts house. She was done with shopping anyways and couldn't wait to get back to school. She liked her Aunt well enough. But Hogwarts was like the third home to her. Her first was her damn parents,secondwith Aunt and third at Hogwarts.

Welcome to my life. Everything is complicated.
Standing up she grabbed her bags and took out a hand for Tanith to shake. After all, formal greetings and good byes had to be put in motion when meeting a new person. Felicity certainly didn't want to be thought as a manner less girl. Curling her lip at the thought she nodded her head.

"Well..I guess see ya." She said rather lamely.
Raising her eyebrow to the elderly woman earlier she walked of to the door and opened it. Warm atmosphere spread throughout the Leaky Cauldron.
"Shut the damn door will you!"
A Old Man screeched. Felicity sneered at the old man and slammed the door. If Tanith had a streak of boldness,so did Felicity.

((Sorry, had to end it...takign too long..))