did you ask the sky to rain?

Dani decided to enter the bar tonight. She wasn't going to dance or get herself drunk like some of the other children do. She was just going to sit here because she finds that when she spends some time when all she does is watch people. It helps her to feel refreshed and happy from all of the things going on at Beauxbatons. She couldn't handle so much stress.

As she sat down, she noticed how short her dress was and closed her legs. She knew that some people didn't consider knee-length short, but she did and her judgment was above others.

Meon probably looked like an idiot as he laced up his boots. For someone heading out to party, he certainly seemed like he was going to do something even more serious. His leather jacket, though in fashion, was too functional to be fashionable. He ignored the looks that came at him; let them look. General society was too insolent to pay attention to bigger things, like their livelihood, or the safety of their families.

But if society chooses to be trivial, thought the boy, let them be trivial.It was their choice, not his.

Placing a confident smirk on his face, Meon entered the bar and sat on a stool next to a shy looking girl. She was... beautiful, he thought. Remember that girl in the Room of Necessity? Somehow she seemed a crow when compared to this dove.

(ooc: hannah, let's just rapidfire this thing.)

Dani looked at the boy next to her, and she thought that he was very handsome. She liked his hair the most. It looked styled because it was so straight but by the fact that there was less shine than normal she can tell it was natural. She liked it. She blushed when he looked at her and she tried to keep her mouth shut. She was scared of talking because she was scared she was going to mess things up. And she was scared she'd cheat on Sithis. But Sithis hasn't talked to her in ages.

It wouldn't do harm to ask him what he was doing so that was what she did. "It's rude to stare at people, you know," she remarked.

(OOC: Rapidfire?)

Meon's hand reached out to stroke the girl's face once she had begun to spoke. She noticed the smooth skin, the pale colour that was not too snowy for his liking. The natural blush betray some sun-kissed days the girl has, but not too many her entire skin was reddened by the merciless rays of the sun. He brushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. Now, she looked more beautiful than ever. Or at least a fraction better than she did few seconds back.

"I was not staring at you; you are mistaken. I was merely observing you," Dameon reasoned, before ordering the both of them a jug of Butterbeer, "you have very pretty cheeks."

"Observing?" asked Dani, as gently as she could without sounding a little bit mad at the boy. She did like the gentle touch of his fingers. Her mouth turned into a smile because damn. She liked it when he touched her. But he might as well rape her tonight and leave her alone. Something about him suggested otherwise, but she couldn't say what.

"Thank you anyway," she replied daintily. The jugs of Butterbeer arrived, and she took one jug for herself. "Are you taking the other one?"

Letting go of the blonde's face, the Hrabrost bobbed his head, "Yes, observing. Gentlemen like me do not stare at pretty ladies; we look at them with integrity. That is why I do not wish any ill will against you, nor to harass you, or anything akin to that." He nodded, "Speaking of which... of what blood are you? I am a proud Volans." Meon gave a coy smirk towards her.

His palm swiftly took the jug of Butterbeer for himself, and took a small sip of the stuff. His smirk turned into a small frown. "Does this taste any good to you?" he questioned, raising a brow.