Sweet Ones [verymuchopen]

[Olivia-Evan Andrews]

A tall and lanky girl stepped in to the bustling streets of Hogsmeade. Students of all different houses walked about, thankful for the weekend trip to Hogsmeade to cure their boredom. Wide set navy blue eyes scanned for any familiar faces, but there weren't any that the girl could find. She shrugged plainly and walked forward in to the hoards of people, she was bound to find someone eventually, and if not, meet someone new.

Olivia-Evan Andrews weaved her way through groups of friends in order to find one of her favorite places in the small town. Honeydukes Sweetshop. Her scrawny frame was adorned in a baggy blue jumper with a Weird Sisters logo on it, as well as a jean skirt with bright pink leggings and black sneakers. A top her loose, wavy, black hair was loose black beanie hat. Her mismatched attire would appear peculiar to most, but to Olivia it was merely a way of displaying her creativity. Her face was spotless, without even a spec of make up. One slender pale finger twirled the edge of a piece of long black hair between her finger as she approached her destination.

The Gryffindor girl walked up to the door and opened it with one hand and one swift movement. She entered and wiped her sneakers on the mat at the door, with respect to the shop owner who in fact, knew her well. Olivia-Evan was a common customer at Honeydukes. She was the victim of an unbearable sweet tooth. Every trip she ever made to Hogsmeade always involved a stop at Honeydukes and a rather large purchase as well. The man behind the counter gave a small nod of recognition and Olivia smiled back. If the entire population in Hogsmeade decided to stop coming to Honeyduke's, Olivia alone may have kept them in business.

She walked toward a shelf on the far left, which always held Olivia's absolute favorite sweet; chocolate frogs. Olivia had almost completed the entire collection of famous witches and wizards cards found in the boxes. She took two, then proceeded on her shopping spree. Next she made her way toward a stand filled with packages of Fizzing Whizbees. Who could possibly resist a candy that could make you levitate and tasted delicious too? She loved those especially since she was a horrible flyer. Taking one of those she proceeded to take a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans while she was at it.

By the time Olivia-Evan had made her way to the counter, both of her arms were full with her original selections as well as; a few sugar quills, Licorice Wands, Peppermint Toads, and lastly some exploding bon-bons. With a little less coordination than Olivia would have liked, she reached the counter and dumped her stuff on its surface. "Just these please," she said brightly with a wide set grin. The shop keeper merely chuckled and began to calculate the total cost of her sugar habit. Olivia stuffed a hand in to her pocket and dug around for the necessary galleons, sickles, and knuts. Once she found them she set them beside her small mountain of candy and waited as the man behind the counter arranged her items in to two bags.

Yes, there was nothing Olivia-Evan loved to do more in Hogsmeade than buy candy. This purchase would last until the next trip down here, at least.

[Tory Bloom]

A strange and unusual boy was standing in midst of Hogsmeade Weekend. Purposeful people pushed past him without a glance - but he didn't care; they were unimportant.

He breathed a savouring breath as his puffed up his huge shoulders. He was very tall, and perhaps to some very formidable, but this was misleading; he was nothing more than a p. ussycat to those who knew him best.

The strange boy pushed back his fringe and shook his head. The latter rather defeated the object of the first, but he believed the whole process gave him the 'organized choas' look that he was always striving to achieve. He was fairly good-looking, but ruined the whole scene with the grumpy expression he was now wearing.
It was a strange look to be fair, he resembled slightly a three-year-old who was just about to launch into a tantrum. His lips were pouted and his brilliantly blue eyes narrowed.

The strange boy, was called Tory Bloom.

He took another savouring breath. Aah - the weekend was here at last!

With the Seventh Year's working so hard in preparation for their NEWTs, sometimes Tory felt that the whole point of his week was enjoying the end of it.
Yeah, maybe he should be revising, but he had done so much already - and life was made for living, right?

So, where to start his 'living' first? He started to regret slightly that he had come alone, he had just been so sure he would meet someone immediately in town. However, as per usual, Tory was wrong; the very streets may have seemed to be alive with people, people and more people, but not one of these students owned a familiar face.

"Idiot." he muttered to himself. "What, do you expect someone on the street to walk up to you and start making conversation? No, you fool, you'll have to go and find people."

He closed his heavily-lidded eyes and knitted his brows in concentration. Where did the kind of people he wanted to talk to visit? Half-formed ideas flitted through his mind:

Zonko's? - Couldn't be bothered with the walk to be honest.
Post Office? - What for?

And then the answer was given to him by a completely unaware third-year whose teeth were chattering. He had clearly just eaten an entire box of ice-mice.

Honeydukes!

Honeydukes was only a short walk away. He strolled with a broad smile as the warm smell of early September greeted his nostrils. The smell however, reminiscent of times when he and his father were playing in the Autumn leaves, was interupted by another (sweeter) fragrance.

The roaring spectacle of Honeyduke's sweetshop greeted his eyes the moment he turned the next corner. A babble of excited pupils filled the air; accompanied by the comforting and delicious scent of chocolate.

His grin widening, he stepped over the threshold; ready to stuff his face with as many Chocolate Frogs, Levitating Sherbet Balls and packets of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum as he could find.

[Trsiel Winterbourne]

Freedom at last! Trsiel had had a very aggravating first week back at school. She didn't think that her seventh and final year at Hogwarts would start off so agonizingly. Guess the teachers weren't over exaggerating. She shrugged mentally as she entered the rather busy town of Hogsmeade.

She strolled down the jammed streets, her shoulders hunched and her bag hanging loosely off of her shoulder.Ah, where to go first. She smiled slightly to herself as the thought of where to go popped into her head. The Three Broomsticks.

Impatiently blowing a stray piece of her raven hair out of her face, she headed off for the pub, anticipating the loud noise and the feel of a butterbeer sliding down her throat. She entered the usually over-packed place and found an empty seat way at the back of the room.

As she was sitting down, a waitress came to take her order. " Butterbeer, please." she said and the waitress bustled off. Five minutes later her drink arrived and she opened it. chugging pretty much half that bottle in one gulp. She set the bottle down with a resounding thunk as glass hit wood. Hmm. Now where to I go now? She opened her bag to see a bunch of her chocolate frogs wrappers along with gum wrappers.Okay, I need to restock upon my sugar.

She downed the rest of her butterbeer in one long drought and stood up, pulling the bag up onto her shoulder and lest the too noise place.

She crossed her arms under her chest as she walked toward Honeydukes. It was still slightly chilly out and when she opened to door to the candy shop the warmth filtering out was welcoming as she stepped over the threshold. She went straight to the chocolate frogs and starting her stocking up.

She would look around occasionally to see students from school whom she never talked to. Then her eyes landed on a fellow Hufflepuff. He did look a little familiar, but she couldn't place name and face. But something about him tweaked at her mind. She knew she knew the guy. She shrugged visibly and continued her task.

[Olivia-Evan Andrews]

Olivia-Evan surveyed the items in front of her as the man behind the counter continued to place them in the two bags. She bit her bottom. Boy, did she ever love those chocolate frogs. "Wait," she said, dramatically lifting up her hands. "I could use just one more... she trailed off. The shop keeper only laughed already knowing that Olivia still wasn't satisfied with her mountain of sweets. She rapidly turned on her heel and accidentally bumped in to a rather tall Hufflepuff boy. "Ah!" she said loudly, and probably more loudly than was necessary. "Sorry..." Olivia added, remembering her manners.

She was now feeling a little stupid. Not embarrassed though. Nothing ever truly embarrassed Olivia-Evan. She stepped around the boy, noting that fact that there were many students at Hogwarts she had never seen around before. She knew she would have remembered seeing a boy such as this. He was tall and handsome, but she wasn't about to crush over someone she didn't even know. He seemed timid anyway, far different from herself.

Olivia walked over to the chocolate frogs stand once again and picked up one more. "Excuse moi," she said to the girl standing there, using half French with a terrible accent. Olivia took another chocolate frog from the stand that she planned to add to her pile of treats. Now this girl looked far more familiar than the boy she had bumped in to moments earlier. Perhaps she had seen her in the hallways before? Probably... Shaking the thought Olivia brought the chocolate frog back to the counter with a smile. "Okay... now I do believe I'm all set," she said placing the small package on to the counter.

She dug around in her pocket for the rest of the money required for the extra chocolate frog and placed it on the counter once again. Olivia ended up spending her entire allowance and any other kind of earnings on candy but she couldn't help herself. It was a terrible habit, and it only contributed to her hyperness. With a wide grin she waited patiently for bag to be handed to her.

[Tory Bloom]

((Changing my colour because somebody stole it... xD ))

Tory proceeded to wade through the packed shop. Students everywhere were babbling excitedly about the products on offer.

Tory, however, was on the look out for his favourite sweets. And paid no attention to anyone else. Where were they? Where - ?

Drooble's Best Blowing Gum

Sorted. Thought Tory. He started to walk over to the stand where a harassed looking wizard was selling them as fast as he could manage, but was interupted on the way.

He had walked straight into a very pretty girl and near knocked her off her feet. He remembered her vaguely from school as being in Gryffindor, but apart from that, he didn't know her at all.

Tory very predictably flushed red as he mumbled unnecessary sorrys.

"Um... sorry. Didn't look where I was going. Sorry."

Tory flicked his hair back and grinned apologetically again.

"I'm just clumsy like that. Hey - I think I've seen you around school - what's your name? I'm Tory by the way; Tory Bloom."

Tory decided to abandon his dreams of blowing big blue bubbles and return to a much more interesting pastime. After all, you could never have too many good-looking friends and his first impression hadn't been too good.

[Olivia-Evan Andrews]

A large pink bubble coming from the gum she was chewing popped as Olivia then whirled around to face the Hufflepuff boy again. She couldn't help but notice the way he flicked his hair back was rather cute. Quickly, she shook the thought away from her mind, realizing she was probably staring.

"Huh? Oh erm... yes, I think I've seen you before too," she started to say, shaking her head slightly. "I'm Olivia, Olivia-Evan. Or just Evan--- or just Liv... Hi," she said with a small laugh. Olivia was always one to babble on about things that weren't really relevant, nor did they make much sense either but she couldn't really help it. "Nice to meet you Tory. I'm a Gryffindor, and you must be... a Hufflepuff?" she questioned raising a finger to her chin and surveying him. She couldn't help but notice the way his face flushed and his seemingly shy appearance. Most of the Hufflepuffs were like that, but Olivia greatly disliked making generalizations.

Now that she had turned her back to the shop keeper and completely disregarded him, Olivia hadn't noticed that he had finished packing her bags. He couldn't quite find a moment to interrupt her stream of sentences to give her the bags full of candy. "Anyway Mr. Bloom, I don't believe you're clumsy at all. I have a terrible tendancy to rush everything I do, and unfortunately it results in knocking people over in the process the majority of the time... So technically--- wow, I should really shut up now. Sorry," Olivia finally finished talking.

She gave another small laugh and stared up at the cieling for a brief moment. As she had been talking, the man behind the counter had failed a various number of attempts to catch her attention so that she could take her bags and move so he could serve the next customer. He had so far been very unsuccessful and Olivia still stood in his way with her bags abandoned at the counter behind her back. Tory had caught her attention, and sent her in to a never ending stream of chatter.

[Tory Bloom]

Tory shook himself mentally, he was acting like a prat. She probably thought he was a right weirdo, so it was time to make a better second impression. Hopefully he had stopped blushing by now, because otherwise whatever he said next would not turn out well at all. "Um, hi Liv. Nice to meet you," he grinned again, even more nervously. Way to go Tory! he thought angrily to himself. There's no way she could think you were strange after confidence like that!

Olivia didn't seem to have noticed Tory's inner mental battle, so he simply smiled placidly through her next words.

"Well maybe we're both clumsy," he said, getting less nervous by the second. "And when we come into the same room, our combined clumsiness reaches such a point that one of us will definitely bump into something. I suppose it makes sense it'll be eachother." Tory noticed that she had very blue eyes, just like his, but a little lighter. He also vaguely registered that the shop-keeper behind him was trying to catch her attention. If he could take his eyes of Olivia, he would have found the whole scene quite funny.

"I should really shut up now. Sorry,"

Tory laughed, at least she had something to say. "Don't stop! Rambling's the best cure for an awkward silence. Which is all you'll get if you leave everything to me."

Tory almost added, "Because I'm always quiet when talking to a pretty girl,". However, the chat-up line sounded cheesy enough in his head, he dreaded to think how bad it would sound if he dared let it escape his lips.

The shop was getting ridiculously crowded now, and he wondered whether or not they should go outside. It had started to rain in that erratic, September way. He would rather die than ask herif she would like to go to Madame Puddifoot's with him, not least because he couldn't stand the place. The Three Broomsticks didn't seem such an awful prospect though...