April Showers || OPEN

[roxanne]

Whatever blundering fool had made the oh-so famous statement about April showers and May flowers had either been daft, or had had a sickeningly optimistic outlook of life. Sure, the merry little rains falling from the cold sky were terrific, and yes, they would enable the flowers of later spring to bloom, but what the obtuse blighter had failed to take into account in his little rhyme was the idea of freezing rain and hail storms. What had started as a measly little drizzle at breakfast had spent two hours escalating to a full-blown tempest, and while that was all well and good for the students inside, it was absolutely frustrating for one Roxanne Weasley. She'd been outdoors attempting to catch up on some work in the Herbology classroom, because of having missed some class. She could hear the rain on the glass rooftop of the greenhouse, but most put no serious thought into it, assuming that it would pass by the time she would be ready for lunch.

A pause swept through the redheaded Lion as she opened the door to head inside, and viewed the downpour. Hood was pulled up and cloak tightened around her shoulders, and the girl took off at a run, determined to avoid getting too wet or too cold. It only worked for so long- Roxanne lagged behind, moving as quickly as she could without slipping, and by the time she reached the doors of the Entrance Hall, she was soaked to the bone and shivering like mad. Gray eyes scanned the marble staircase, and the Gryffindor snarled under her breath as she took the first step, ascending the stairs slowly, grudgingly. Long, narrow fingers held tight to the banister, helping to keep her balance even as water dripped from her heavy, weighted down robes onto the floor beneath her feet, threatening to slip her up. She made her way to the Commons, her mood growing steadily worse, and as she delivered the password to the Fat Lady and slipped inside, she made a point to ignore anyone and everyone in the room.

Roxanne trudged up the stairs and into her dorm, grabbed a change of clothes and didn’t return for what seemed like hours, but as she wandered back into the sixth year girls’ room, she felt physically and mentally rejuvenated. Roxanne sat in front of her mirror and took some time to tend to her appearance—a dab of makeup here, a curl of her long, red hair there—and slid a small collection of pearl strung bracelet onto her wrist. Running her fingers gently over the smooth fabric of her slim fitting shirt, the girl stood and wandered out the door and into the Commons. There was something enticing about a Common Room in the middle of the day: there were few sixth and seventh years, and everyone else was likely off running about Hogsmeade, so the chances of running into a crowd were slim to none. She gazed around the empty room and smiled, loving reveling in the peace and quiet. Her slight frame glided across the cool floor, her bare feet stinging against the cold.

... Too quiet. Roxanne had made herself comfortable for only a few minutes, when she realized the distilled silence made her uncomfortable. She thrived on loud, exciting energy, and so it was then that the female made an executive decision to brave the rain once more, and make her way into Hogsmeade. Surely there, she could find someone remotely interesting to talk to. She slid some dragon leather boots over her tight fitting jeans, and found a light jacket- just enough to ward off the rain, and headed out. Her arms were warm and snug within the confines of her jacket, and her voice gently hummed a riff from her latest Frank Sinatra album. Roxanne found that while she could appreciate the rain, she was also wishing vehemently that it would stop, if only so she could enjoy her free afternoon outside, and not cooped up indoors wherever she decided to go.

The Three Broomsticks looked rather enticing- all lit up, and protected from the incessant pitter pattering of the rain. As Roxanne drew nearer to the establishment, more and more rain began to fall- and the Lion broke off at a full sprint towards The Three Broomsticks. Once inside, she removed her jacket- only to shower a veritable waterfall of excess rain onto the person standing next to her. "Oi, sorry there! Didn't see you!"

[jared]

Reaching up and grabbing the next chilly stone that he could find as a hand-hold, Jared pulled himself up and untwisted his rope, the rotation spiraling down the length of the rope below him. He smiled gingerly and with a flick of his tongue, switched his gum to the right side, chewing lightly. He had been out and about all day, even got up before the House Elves, whenever they got up to make breakfast for everyone, and headed out with all his Muggle climbing gear. He had stopped by the kitchen and had grabbed a couple apples, orange juice, and a quick bowl of oatmeal. The one house elf that was awake had made it for him with warm milk and he thanked him by giving him some coins. Heading out, he had taken the short way into the woods by the Black Lake... there was a nice cliff along side the lake, and he felt like setting up some ropes for later on in the Spring when he would to teach his classmates how to Rock Climb.

It had taken him almost no time to get into his harness, grab his clips, pick, and hooks to start the long journey up the cliff. He was now almost to the top and he grunted lightly, as he reached up and put his pick to the wall. He grabbed his hammer and tink-tink-tinked the pick into the stone. Pulling it out, he hung them both back on his harness and screwed in a long hook. He clipped a caribbeaner around his rope and into the loop. Again he twisted his rope and the motion spiraled down to the ground.

CRACK

He looked up as rain began to fall. He sighed annoyed and jumped for the ledge. Grabbing on, he pulled himself up and found a large tree with heavily planted roots, and tied the rest of the rope around it. For fear of his equiptment down below getting wet, he hurried over the edge and began to jump down the wall, stopping at each hook to unclip the rope so he could go all the way down. He hit the ground heavy, but didn't lock his knees to keep from falling down, he ran over to his gear and packed it all up in his water-proof messenger bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Zipping up his rain coat, he headed back to the school, defeated by the weather.

He heaved a heavy sigh as he reached the doors and went inside to change. But as soon as he was done, he headed out. He wasn't going to let a little rain ruin his day to go out to Hogsmeade. He smiled, grabbed his coats and headed out. And as soon as he got there, he decided that a butterbeer sounded really good right now.

Making his way to the three broomsticks, he went inside and took off his coats, hanging them up. And as he turned around to find a table, he was sprinkled with the rain off another coat. He laughed lightly, wiping his arms off on his shirt. "Oh. No worries." he grinned lightly. And then he recognized the girl. "Hey... you're in Gryffindor right?" He helped her with her coat and hung it up for her.
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[roxanne]

Roxanne regarded it to be quite the shame that it was pouring so profusely outside. She'd had grand intentions for a day of adventure- exploring the castle, looking through the various hallways for a secret tunnel, or hidden classroom. Heck, she would have even been content to lay lazily under the April sun and soak up the ethereal rays. The thought alone made the female Lion resent the rain even more; her plans had been thwarted and because of that, she mentally told herself it would be impossible to be in a good mood. Rain meant boredom. Even from within the warmth of the Three Broomsticks, it was easy to be miserable.

Having let loose a veritable spray of rain from her own jacket, Roxanne flushed a shade of dark red, mumbling quickly after her apology. Of course she would manage to be a clumsy oaf. It was, naturally, to be blamed on her foul mood, which in turn could be blamed on the rain. Rain- the omnipresent bearer of misery and angst. Quickly, the Weasley female flashed an embarrassed smile as the male took her coat. It was not often that someone acted so gentlemanly towards her, and it caught the bold and brash female off guard. Any other time she might have snatched her coat back, and hung it up herself; this was different. All Roxanne could do was regard the male (somewhat familiar looking) with a gentle smile.

Hands went to the long fishtail braid she wore, attempting to squeeze any excess water from her titian tresses. Still smiling, Roxanne jovially chirped back, "But of course. Best house in all o'Hogwarts. Oh- and Thanks." She nodded towards the coat, now hung up, and dripping with rain. Hands went to her blouse- a slightly sheer , tight fitting long sleeved black shirt worn over a tank top of a similar color. Her jeans- when dry quite comfortable, were now thoroughly soaked, and clung even closer to her hips. Roxanne adjusted the hem of her shirt slightly, and dried off her hands on the fabric of her shirt. Once satisfied with the result, she looked up at her new compatriot. "I'm none too sure of your name, but you can't be all that bad, right? If I've seen you in the Common Room, like I'm certain I have, then y'er gonna be a decent fellow. Name's Roxanne Weasley. ... Roxy, f'er short." The redhead proffered her hand, with a large, albeit dripping wet, grin. "Yours?"

[jared]

Shaking the rain from his hair, he slipped out of his coat and unbuttoned his gray cardigan. She said she was indeed in Gryffindor and that it was the best house of Hogwarts. He could not agree more. He smiled at her brightly and nodded, giving a light, “Cool…”, as he ran his hands through his hair. He looked around the place, it wasn’t all that full, but there were some empty bar stools and he intended on drinking a bit and maybe getting some spicey buffalo wings with it. His stomach grumbled silently to him in agreement and he chuckled to himself lightly. He looked back up as the firey red-head said that she could not recall his name, but that if he was in the same house, he could not be all that bad. And for that he was thankful. He nodded to her and then she said she had seen him in the common room and that her name was Roxanne Weasley and that he was to call her Roxy for short.

BING!

Weasley! He would have to see if she were related in any way to Dominique… whom he had been on a blind date with to this very place. He smiled brightly and shook her hand, firmly and politely. “I certainly do hope that I am a ‘decent fellow’, Roxy. My name is Jared Davis…. Friends just call me Jared.” He let his hand drop to his side and then he looked at the bar. “Why don’t we grab those stools before everyone floods here…?” he offered and made his way to the bar, sitting down and ordering a draft and some wings. He looked at her. “By the way… are you in any way related to Dominique Weasley?” he asked. He took a long sip of his beer and hoped that Roxy would join him and that maybe he had a chance at making a new friend tonight.

[roxanne]

Roxanne had been preoccupied with smoothing out her appearance- she was no girly girl by any means, but she still cared enough about what people in the Three Broomsticks might think of her. She might run into Malfoy, or one of his little friends that she wanted so desperately to impress. Thoughts of finding the ultimate adrenaline rush- joining the users of Dark Magic, tended to crowd her thoughts lately. It was so very tempting, though she hadn't been able to convince herself one hundred percent just yet. Too many lingering feelings of guilt resided for her to make a full change.

The seventh year female moved towards the bar, after having shook the male's hand. A slight grin traced her features, and she noted with some amusement that he was rather good looking. If she had to lunch with a stranger, at least she would look good while doing so! "Pleasure t'meet you, Jared. I'm with you on the stools." She walked over, and slid onto her own seat by the bar, before glancing over the menu. Nothing looked too appealing, but she settled on a butterbeer, preferring the sweet taste over something more bitter and heavy. Her mood was already foul enough without heavy liquor to screw that up. 'Dominique?", she queried, the name having caused the redhead to look up. "But of course. She's my cousin. I don't actually see her a lot though. How do you know her?"


OOC: Just so ya know... Roxy's been switched to 7th year. >.<

[jared]

As he settled on the barstool it was evident that something had the Lion next to him in a foul mood. He wondered what it was, but then again, looking out the window would answer that question. And he was sure that's why half the people in here were, just that, in here and not out there. He smiled lightly taking another sip as she repeated the name and the bartender brought her a butterbeer. She then mentioned that it was her cousin and that she didn't see her all that often. He nodded lightly.

"How do you know her?"

He smiled light, swallowed his mouth-full of beer and then looked over at her. "Well... I guess my friends are friends with her friends and the decided to set us up with a blind date. And we actually came here just a few days ago..." he said. He wasn't sure how she would react. He hoped that he didn't have to tell her that it was his first date in a long time... or that he could ever remember. And it wasn't even him asking the girl out. It was planned. He nodded as his wings arrived and picked one up. "She didn't mention much about a family though..."

It was true. He didn't remember her saying much, if anything at all, about her family or cousins. But maybe he could learn more about the quite blond he dated just last week.



(ooc: Oh. all right haha! ^^)