Zohmygosh. CANDY. [bee's charries?]

[Hailie Pucey]

It was a normal Hogsmeade weekend. Or, a normal Hogsmeade weekend in the middle of December anyways. It was cold, there was snow everywhere and people scrambling around... and oh dear, who were those two there running around in the snow and grinning? Psh, who else ran around in snow for absolutely no reason?

"Hailie, get back -"
"Let go, Aaron, you're choking -"
"Give me back my chocolate!"

It was so typical of the two to argue over the little piece of Aaron's chocolate frog that had been stolen. Oh, the silly, silly pair. Best friends, they were. Yes. Hm... we should now get back to our story, correct?

"Aaron!"
"Hailie!"
"Just -"
"What?"
"Go -"
"Go where?"
"Buy -"
"Buy what?"
"More!"

Well, that was an odd string of words, wasn't it? The two were notoriously known for being quite odd, actually. Hailie, at the moment, had latched herself onto Aaron's back, her feet getting quiet cold on the snow-covered ground. Of course, she wasn't thinking much of poor Aaron's feet, but that was alright.

"Hailie - you're... heavy..." Oh, psh. The girl couldn't weigh that much, right? Oh well. He managed to get into Honeydukes anyways, with her still firmly attached to his back, and then he had wandered down the chocolate aisle. Hm, that was simple enough. Anything and everything with chocolate in it.

How he would ever afford everything that he wanted in this shop, Aaron had no idea. Ah well... let's start small, shall we? Some Chocolate Frogs, Sugar Quills... ooh, some licorice... Hm. He wouldn't be able to pay for this all, now would he? "Hailiiiiie."

"I'll split it with you if I can have some more chocolate..."

This took a moment of thought, before the two finally came to an agreement. So it was done, and the cost was split between them, and so Hailie was left to carry the paper bag that it had all been put in, Aaron still carrying her (of course, otherwise the bag would have been left for him to take, while she walked off with several Chocolate Frogs or so.

Of course, trying to get out of the door of Honeydukes proved to be a feat, and of course they never made it through, instead running into... someone else. Who? No clue. Some Ravenclaws or... someone of the sort.

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[Nikki Bones]

"Charlie, Charlie. Please?"
"Darling, it would be ruining our figures. That's the bottom line."
"And? As they say, pack it on for winter! Please, Charlie. I'm dieing for some chocolate or something! We've been dieting for so long now, can't we please treat ourselves?"
"Well. I would fancy some licorice sticks right about now."

Who else would be arguing about this? Well, you may be able to take a wild guess. If one was dubbed as Charlie, the popular gay boy of Ravenclaw, then it must be either Elliott Potter or Nicolla Bones with him. Of course, there she was, the blonde beside him, arms tugging on his arm. The two were best of friends, duh, thus being sighted together on the Hogsmeade weekend, taking the figure-threatening risk of actually consuming sweets. The two glamorous beings were outside, standing huddled together in the snow, looking at the window of Honeydukes the ever-so-tempting store. It had every candy you could possibly think of, taffy to truffles. The two, though, had been dieting for as long as they could remember, would only treat themselves occasioanlly. But today on this brisk cold morning in Hogsmeade, both couldn't help but stare down all that fat and sugar. And since it was winter and being warm was a must...
"No binging, alright?" the blonde hair, pushing back a piece of her hair with her gloved fingers and sticking out her pinky. Pinky promises. Of course. Binging. Ugh. That would just make them horribly fat.
"Me?" the boy with the black hair said, hand on his hip until he brought up his pinky and laced it with Nikki's.

Charlie was feeling alright today. Yes, love sick that Elliott couldn't be there with them, but happy that he and Nikki were spending time together. Lately he and Elliott would go up to their secret spot in the Astronomy Tower and sex it up, to come back down side by side as if nothing happened, hair messed up and lips swollen. He loved Elliott, yes, and nothing was about to change. Sure, he wanted to display that fact to the world; that they were gay and they loved each other dearly; but it would ruin Elliott's reputation. Ah, well. He could deal. He was only slightly saddened, though, that their normal trio was cut down to a duo for the day.
He laced fingers tightly with the blonde beside him and took in a breath of the cold hair around him, exhaling a puff of fog in to the air, gorgeous smile on this face. Of course, what do you expect? Charlie was gorgeous. But then again, weren't all gay males?
His tight pants were fitted to his form, boots around his feet to warm his lovely toes. His mid was covered in a layer of shirts; a think white button-up with a red sweater-like thing over, his Dior coat, and his sunglasses atop his head even though it wa s a snowy day like such. His hair was kept straight and black and perfect, bright blue eyes shining, lined with black liner and smudges with a brown shadow. Yes, he was gorgeous.
"Come, love, here we go!"
And with that he pulled the blonde with him towards the door, only for a collision to happen.

The blonde had previously been in a pensive state, but was now up to full pepiness. Indeed. She was bouncing along like the happy person she was, speaking animatedly with arm motions and such. She smiled as Charlie agreed, and stepped with him towards the door, watching it open and having her head collide with what seemed to be a boy's chest. Her forehead smacked in to it, hard enough to make a muffled groan soungd from her mouth. She lifted her free hand up and touched her forehead, looking up at the person.
The blonde today was in a lovely ettire, really. A brown side-button coat was wrapped around her form, knee length and form-fitting; perfect. It clashed well with her hair features; the blonde hair that cascaded to her bust, choppy bangs in her blue eyes. Her bum was covered in dark washed jeans, tight and comfortable for the day, feet covered in boots much like Charlie's, only a portion of her calf covered in lavendar leg warmers. Her eyes were done with lighter make-up, still keeping the clean dark wash of shadow and liner. The liner today was a glossy brown, dark brown eyeshadow across her lid; as well as a clean line of black liquid liner above her eyelashes. Her mid was covered in a white cami under a purple sweater, but this wasn't seen by eyes fore her coat.
"I'm sorry," she said, pressing herself in to Charlie's side with a smile up at the the two; a girl on a boy's back. A couple maybe? Awefully cute.
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ooc| Sorry this sucks so badly. I got side tracked and sent out of my mood.
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[Hailie Pucey]

ooc; Eh, it was better than mine.
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"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Leave it to Hailie to freak out when it had been Aaron who had run into them. "Gosh Aaron, clumsy much?" Well... Hailie just didn't get it. It wasn't as if she were carrying herself on her back, now was she? No, certainly not. Er... she wouldn't really want to know how that would work either, come to think of it. It would be rather strange. Strange indeed.

"Well, Hailie - you're not the one carrying three hundred pounds of insanity on your back." Oh, silly, joking Aaron. Hailie didn't weigh nearly that much. However, it was that he was in heavy winter clothing, and carrying Hailie in equally heavy clothing (save that Hailie being Hailie, she had refused to wear those lovely boots of hers, which was probably why she was on his back anyways)... and then, of course, there were steps by the door of Honeydukes, and there were people darting around everywhere.

Of course, Hailie and Aaron would never figure out... why. Why would anyone be in a hurry at Hogsmeade? Were they being attacked by some other crazed Hogwarts student? Oh dear. That would be quite a sight, would it not?

"Hello!" This was now coming from the both of the bright and peppy seventh years, both with nearly identical grins. How that worked, no one would figure out. The two were most certainly not related (pfft, they didn't even look the part). They just... acted related? Ah, that was how you knew that you spent too much time around your friends. After all, you'd never guess that Hailie and Michael were related, yet...

Hailie, er... 'thwapp'd' (a word that she liked to call of her own invention) her friend upside the head. "Shut up, Aaron." Demanding, the girl was. Yes. Yet bright and perky and amazingly silly at the same time.

"Anyway," Aaron interrupted, once giving Hailie a look that clearly threatened to make her walk back to Hogwarts on her own - murder on the girl's cold toes; "sorry for running into you."

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