retrieving the package [kirsten/closed]

[Saorise Maghee]

The choice of the location was obvious, being that in the small village of Hogsmeade there were far more welcoming, and definetly cleaner places for students to hang out and have a drink. However that was not entirely what Saorise had in mind to do here.

Walking through the wooden doors, Saorise brushed her sleeve over her nose, in an attempt to remove the intoxicating smell of alcohol, sweat, and many other unpleasenties. 'Yep.. that is the reason why no one comes here... and percisley the reason that I am.' Thought Saorise as her eyes searched the pub for a place to sit... an out of the way place to sit preferably. By the look of the crowd gathered there today, Saorise had definetly chosen a bad day to wear her Ravenclaw skirt.. as high as it was.

Choosing a comfy looking booth, hidden away in a cozy corner (the closest to cozy this place can get that is), Saorise sat down, her gaze plastered towards the door, searching each face that entered. Her behavior obviously giving away the fact that she was waiting for someone. Two someones in fact. One of the someones being her friend Kirsten, and the other, Saorise's brother Tristian.

[Kirsten Everett]

Hes bringing it. Meet me at the drop-off point ASAP.
That was the note Saorise had discreetly slipped off to Kirsten in the Great Hall, a maneuver that had involved an empty goblet and the interesting tactic of employing some fireworks to distract others. Aye, it may seem a bit much, but subterfuge was necessary so that no one would suspect anything. A perfectly executed plan. Earlier, when the Ravenclaw had informed Kirsten where they would be meeting, the 5th year had been rather astounded. The Hogs Head? Well, it did make sense. Nobody would ever think to go there, especially none of the Hogwarts students.

Having quickly tugged on a pale gray sweater of her casual clothes, the Hufflepuff was now hurrying down the frosted street, nervousness showing from the way she kept looking over her shoulder like she had a twitch or something. Approaching the greasy oak doors that opened into the filthy pub, Kirsten was a little more than reluctant to venture inside. But Saorise too was in there, and she couldn't very well leave her there by herself. So, summoning up all of her willpower, Kirsten tentatively walked into the bar, and almost collided with a drunken reveler. Quickly she sidestepped, and as her vision grew accustomed to the dank darkness, she spotted the Ravenclaw girl.

Forcing herself to calmly walk there - mustn't act scared, these people could probably smell fear - Kirsten looked visibly relieved to be in the company of a fellow student, especially her friend. Sliding into the seat across from Saorise, Kirsten quietly murmured an inquiry, eager to get the business over and done with so they could get down to the fun part.

What time did your brother say he was coming?

[Saorise Maghee]

Saorise shrank away as a loud cheer erupted from the bar area. One of the blokes were holding a a radio up to the ceiling, which was broadcasting something that sounded like a Quidditch. "BLoody hell bloody hell bloody hell.." murmured Saorise, she didn't think they could get anymore louder. Turning her attention again to the door, Saorise was desperate for a familar face for comfort, and finally one did appear, looking as unpleased about the location as Saorise was herself.

(what time did your brother say he was coming)

"Hmm... Can't be sure about that one. He promised some time around ten. And since this is Tristian it may be a little while longer", said Saorise with a glance at her wizard watch, 10:08 shone on it's clossy face. Saorise gave a groan, hoping he wouldn't take hours. Her brother had the worst sense of time.. and responsibility. It was only expected he would be late... but as it nearly drew to ten minutes after... Saorise couldn't help but feel antsy.

A loud pop erupted from the side of the room, and there appeared the burly set Kenmare Kestral player that was her brother. "Oi, Saorise!... and friend!" he said with a wave as he walked over to their table.

Saorise felt an instant wave of security wave over her. "I believe you've got something of ours...right?"

Tristian raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

[Kirsten Everett]

'Lo.

Kirsten's greeting was more of a mumble to herself than to Saorise's brother, a small reassurance that there was yet another sane person who had entered the premises. She had not responded to the Ravenclaw's answer, instead acknowledging it with a slight nod while warily observing the bar and fingering her well-used wand. The wait had felt like it had stretched across the ages instead of a mere ten minutes. Kirsten had been especially surprised when Saorise's brother - Tristian was it? - had Apparated right in the middle of the crowded room. The 6th year had looked visibly relieved, and that did much to calm down Kirsten's nerves as well, especially since the rather brawny man seemed so friendly as well. However, her ease vanished when Tristian asked what Saorise was talking about.

The package! You know, the one we wrote to you about!

Kirsten's voice was nearly bordering on hysterical, though strangely her face remained calm. She knew it wasn't exactly wise to screech at a Quidditch player - he was several times stronger and bulkier than she was - but after all this and he couldn't remember a simple, even SMALL parcel?! Yes, it was rather plain in appearance, but what did that matter? Ok Kirsten... deep breaths... he probably just forgot that he brought it with him. Of course thats it. With this philosophy it only took minutes for the Hufflepuff to relax and offer an apologetic smile, but if he really had forgotten it... then he would find a rather annoyed petite blonde launching herself at him. Cheery thought.

[Saorise]

(computer is acting super weird and is not letting me log on)

Tristians face still held the puzzled expression that it had held before. He raised his eyebrows at the blonde girls sudden outburst, shrinking away from her, as well as Saorise setting next to him, just waiting for the fall out on this one. Responding with a sheepish grin to Kirsten's apologetic smile he shifted uneasily in his seat, turning his blue eyes towards Saorise.

"You huge Quidditch lug-head! What do you mean you forgot! I've been talking about this for ages, me and Kirsten's brilliant plan for the ball, our LEGENDARY PLAN FOR THE BALL! And you come here to say... that you forgot! Too many bludgers to the head at Quidditch practice eh?!", raged Saorise, beside her self with anger, disappointment, fury.

Tristian broke out in laughter as he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a brown parcel. His blue eyes squinting with glee, and his mouth cracked in a grin he placed the parcel on the table and folded his arms, letting out another booming laugh. "Quidditch lug-head, that's a new one... I know you are very judgemental when it comes to me and Ryan being skilled at Quidditch, claiming half of our brains must be dedicated to the sport, and the other half our 'meager' intelligence, making you very gulliable to the idea that I 'might' have forgotten your precious muggle toy." spoke Tristian with a eyeroll, and then a grin.

Saorise lunged at her brother, going after his left arm and punching it joknigly. After Saorise finished using Tristian as a punching bag, she sat back down exhausted, leaving Trisitan to rub his arm at his imaginary injuries, which obvious caused him hardly any pain.

"I never said you were stupid... although you and Ryan did dedicate your lives to Quidditch... it had to take some brains to stay on the team.. I'm sorry I thought you would forget...", admitted Saorise, her words not as meaningful as she would have wanted them to be but there were other matters at hand.

"Thanks Tristian, you have no idea how much we love you for bringing this out to us!", said Saorise now lunging at her brother to give him a hug.

"Very welcome...choking...let go.."

[Kirsten Everett]

Kirtsen couldn't help a small chuckle at Saorise's outburst, one that definitely outdid her own. Of course, Tristian wasn't her brother. But she went into a state of absolute confusion when the mocking Quidditch player pulled out the carefully wrapped package, the one that was the key to all of their plans. Fine-boned cheeks began flushing with embarrassment as the blood rushed there, rather mortified that she had made such an unnecessary outburst in front of Saorise. Well, at least now they both had something to tease each other about. Ya know, I've never seen someone resort to punching as a sign of affection. Must be from being an only child. Hm.

The grateful Hufflepuff too was sorely tempted to hug Tristian - he had, after all, traveled many miles [even if it took barely a second] just deliver the palm-sized parcel. And though she would never admit it, the greasy table was the only thing stopping her. That, and the utter embarrassment that would come of such an impromptu act. So she settled for a happy smile, grinning broadly now that the most vital part of their plan had been safely delivered in their hands. Well, to the table actually. Realizing this, Kirsten hurriedly grabbed the small object and gently placed it into her shoulder purse, one that she usually reserved for carrying around school textbooks.

Really though - thanks.

Kirsten's voice had now resumed its normal tone, not the quiet murmur she had used as a means of greeting and certainly not the almost-shriek that had some of the bar's patrons looking over curiously when the two students had thought Tristian had forgot the package. Suddenly laughing at the whole audacity of it, Kirsten paused her chortling only to mouth a message to her Ravenclaw friend.
We must look bloody ridiculous!
After that Kirsten only chuckled, shaking her head at the extreme lengths they had gone through for this ball. It would be well worth it though, to see the shocked expressions on her teachers and peers faces alike.

[Saorise]

Saorise let go of her hold on Tristian, allowing him to breathe again. With a glance at Kirsten Saorise laughed, knowing what she mouthed over. Nodding her head vigorously she burst out laugh as well, they were undoubtedly the loudest table there now, much to the displeasure of the Quidditch fans scattered about, hanging on every word the came from the radio annoucer's mouth.

Tristian caught onto what Kirsten meant and laughed aswell. "And so that little brown parcel has now become the object of intrique for the everyone here at the Hog's Head, but ofcourse that attention is just not enough for the two of you. I just hope you little sheme doesn't become ruined by lack of protection.." said Tristian witha gesture towards Kirsten's bag. "It's much smaller now, prone to injury. The smallest hit can make render it unusable, ruined... or that muggle word..tota-"

Saorise quickly placed her hand over Tristians mouth as he continued on.. his words reduced to mumbles. "Shut it you! As greatful as we are for having this broguth to us, don't go and ruin it!", said Saorise with glare.

"Touchy... alright, no more slips. Promise", replied Tristian as Saorise shot him another glare.

Calming down Saorise let out another laugh. "Yes by now we must look ridiculous... totally ridiculous..."

[Kirsten Everett]

Oi! We don't want attention.

And at that precise moment Kirsten erupted into a fit of giggling, attracting more stares than she cared for. Well, it wasn't like they were in any real danger - after all, at least they were completely sober and had their wands at their disposal. Not that I'm looking for a fight, of course. At the second part of Tristian's barrage of comments, Kirsten replied slightly hotly.

I'll have you know that that little package is carefully wrapped amidst my squishiest scarves, hats and gloves. It'll be safe.

The 15 year old had gone a little crazy with the impact-absorbers, as she had taken to calling them. Indeed, now her khaki pack was looking fuller than it had ever had, even when it was being weighed down by all of her heavy books, parchment, quills and ink. Relaxing more than she ever had since walking into the Hogs Head - imagine what their teachers would do if they found them here! - Kirsten proceeded to change the topic to one that might interest them all, though the Hufflepuff was not sure if Saorise liked Quidditch or not.

So what position do you play on your team, Tristian?

[Saorise Maghee]

"Attention seems inevitable at this point...", stated Saorise with anohter giggle as she glanced around at all the curious faces around their table. Hopefully they wouldn't run into a teacher here... or worse a student that would ruin their plans. If anyone were to search Kirsten's bagm they wouldn't find anything... well.. intriqueing.. to say the least. It would just look like a trinket the witch happened to pick up somewhere.. not valuable ofcours. Something you would find cluttered along the selves of rings, braclets, and cameos at a pawn shop. Something not worth the fuss that Saorise and Kirsten were making.

At Kirsten's defensive words about her 'well protected bag', which looked as it was about to burst open, he put out his hands in mock defense. "All right all right, not questionin' your sense of resposibilty when keep'n it safe, but still just a precaution.. some words of caution, you know just be wary that it will need some extra safe keeping.", stated Tristian, not wanting to be jumped by two young ladies. Looking over at the bar Tristian stared there until he caught the eye of the bartender. "Oi..Sir...sir...Over here! Three butter beers please.. don't think of adding anything funny to those two's.", yelled Tristian as he pointed towards his sister and Kirsten.

Saorise's ears when scarlet with embarresment. "What makes you think we need protection like that.. we aren't little babies Tristian...", growled Saorise, as much as she felt safe by his presence, she still didn't want him to act all macho, and super protector-ish. "And what eve makes you think you can order for us?", snapped Saorise... not apprieatin her brother's habbit of doing nearly everything for her.

"Well you would have ordered one right? And besides.. only over my dead body are you going to drink any of the other filth that they've got on their menu..." stated Tristian with an air of authority, which quickly faded as he looked over at Kirsten. "But I should not have ordered for you.."

"You think?", added in Saorise.

Trisitan ignored his sister, "Would you prefer someting else? Just nothing with alchohol in it...", stated Trisitan, his opinions about his younger sister or any of her friends drinking alcohol clearly would not be swayed. However, Tristian's face then magically turn from stern to nonchallent as the subject was changed. "Beater...trying to get my brother to be one as well... but he likes all the glory a chaser gets from scoring a goal, he should really by a seeker. I just like th security of holding a large wooden bat in my hand.."stated Tristian with a laugh. "No.. just joking.. I've just always played beater, it's what I'm comfortable with. I played as beater on the Gryffindor team with my brother two years ago when I was here." explained Tristian. "We Magees are a huge Quidditch family, even Saorise has a love for the game... as much as she thinks most players are complete idiots, I believe she shares the same glory obsession as Ryan... you strive to be a chaser too right Sai?", stated Tristian as a lage grin spread across his face.

"Chaser it much more challanging, there more skill and planning involved, plays to come up with and memorize... scoring isn't all a chaser does..", said Saorise with an eyeroll as she gave her brother a nogie on his head... not a real hard one considering the fact that the top of his head was a bit hard to reach...

[Kirsten Everett]

Covering her mouth so as to not interrupt Tristian with her unstoppable giggling - they had come back with a revenge - she suddenly felt... well... rather happy. Like not the 'happy' she felt when doing something she enjoyed, but more like the 'happy' happy [you know what I mean] that she only felt around family. Must be the fumes getting to me. Still, a funny look fleeted over her face that, if you had been peering really closely through the gaps in her fingers, you might have seen an odd little smile. Kirsten liked being fussed over - nice to be able to properly feel vain once in a while, despite her petition that she really was the model of a perfect Hufflepuffian. Ha. However, it was also probably this feeling of friendliness that made her lower her hand and scowl when Tristian apologized [though not actually saying the words]. Just to get him back for the mocking defense thing, Kirsten stated with all sarcastic sincerity [...],

Actually, I have been dying to try regular beer for ages now. Do you think you could...?

Kirsten did all this while simultaneously batting her eyelashes in an innocent way and still scowling. Wow. I really have mastered the art of screwing up my face in the most unusual ways. Ceasing her battingness, Kirsten returned to normal and simply said what she really thought.

I'd really appreciate the butterbeer, thanks.

This time Kirsten was sincere, and secretly hoped he'd pay for it, considering she had also taken out her money stash when making room inside of her pack for the parcel. But moving on to Quidditch. Quietly listening, Kirsten grinned as she noticed the bonds the two of them shared, and Tristian's claim that Saorise was glory-driven. Kirsten did raise an eyebrow at that, it had seemed to her like the other girl was more academically-driven, since she was in Ravenclaw. But I guess you can't always judge people by their sterotypes, huh?

[Saorise Maghee]

Saorise could not help it, as soon as she saw Kirsten cover up her giggles, a few managed to escape her mouth, followed by more excessive laughter from the Ravenclaw. She just couldn't help it, hearing the sounds of laughs set off a sort of explosion in Saorise, either making her join in on the fun, or do what she can to keep them coming. Saorise knew that she could never be as passive and calm as many of her other house members when it came to such mattters, definetly making her an oddball amoungst those in the House of Ravenclaw.

This small fact always made her wonder whether or not her desire to be the "smart intellectual one in the family", is what made the hat place her in Ravenclaw in the first place. Was it her choice of wit and cleverness over chivalry and bravery that landed her into that house.. if she would have waited sooner... would she have been sorted differently. Not that she didn't like Ravenclaw... she loved being in Ravenclaw. Her teacher's always looked to her for the answers, and she always had them...hell everyone looked to her for answers, the students in her Common could match her intelligence and wit, making conversation with them enjoyable, she felt special.. smart...was that why she liked Ravenclaw... because she felt..smart? Ugh... and all of these thoughts because of an outurst of giggles...

Yep overanalysing...I belong in Ravenclaw.

Pausing from laughing to think this over, her brother shot over a curious stare... which caused him a momentary pause as well, Tristian was finding it hard to keep a straight face at that moment.

Dismissing the thought Saorise let out another laugh.. followed by another and another. And before you knew it, the entire pub seemed filled with the laughter of the trio... the bizarre, manically laughing trio.

Tristian flinched at the sight of the scowl... he had enough expierience from his mom, sister, and previous girlfriends to know that something big was coming up next...whether it be a snarky comment, or something more harmful... but he doubted Kirsten had reason enough for the second one...that was more of a mom grounding...Saorise punching...girlfriend fight, thing. "Beer eh? Okay.. that's it, Saorise you are not allowed to hang out with her anymore", stated Tristian, doing his best to not let a smile break through his serious face...fake serious face. "Not for a talk, greeting, even letter..and I'll have your mail sorted..", spoke Tristian sternly.. altough the corners of his mouth look as if they were about to cave in. "And the batting won't help love."

"But Tristian, be reasonable after one mug I have no problems with walking...slurring...and singing with the talent and expertiese of a Rugby team...after a few victory rounds that is.", stated Saorise with a simple shrug, and then finally a small grin crept up on her face.

Aha! So you have corupted my sister then?... Well, there is only one 'reasonable' way to deal with this..."stated Tristian, an emphasis on the REASONABLE. "And don't try to get out of it by thanking me for the butter beer... although you are very welcome...", spoke Tristian still waiting for both of the girls' responses.