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Post by Sydney Larson on Mar 23, 2009 12:32:17 GMT -5
Sydney didn't quite know why she had found herself in Hogsmeade.
Perhaps it was a sense of nostalgia that brought her back - a place she so frequented as a student in an attempt to escape having to deal with people at the school. Maybe she was just craving coffee - she really wasn't sure, all she knew was that she was there and that was that. She didn't have any real responsibilities for the day which she enjoyed...after all, she only taught one class, and there weren't any matches she had to be around to supervise or anything. She had seen the sign for the Cross-Eyed Dragon and had made her way in, ordering a cup of coffee and taking up residence upon a corner chair.
After all thirty-six years of her life, she never thought she'd be sitting in this position as she was now. The constant traveling of her previous occupation had just grown old on her, despite the fact that she still considered herself pretty much youthful. Who would have ever thought that she would have been offered a job at a school? Schools had children in them...Sydney Larson and children usually hadn't mixed in her previous life. She had always said she would never have any of her own because she was too selfish - well, she had to learn to deal with them now more than ever, though she doubted that would ever change.
She lifted the mug to her lips and sipped on her drink. Who knew what the day might have in store for her...
{closed, for Ivy}
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Ivy Xin
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Post by Ivy Xin on Mar 23, 2009 14:37:39 GMT -5
Ivy ordered her usual Bernie Bott Every Flavoured Ice Cream. Today, her ice cream was a strange florescent yellow colour. She took a cautious lick and was relieved that it was only Lemon Meringue, and not something strange like Highlighter or Radiation. She was relieved that the cameras weren't following her today, but she kept her sunglasses on in case. It was strange that someone who had craved so much attention when she was younger just wanted to be left alone. It probably would've helped if the photographers took nice pictures of her-- but the way they made her look... it was like she was everyone else! Ivy wanted to make sure that everyone knew that Ivy was much better than everyone else.
Her eyes trailed along the shop, until her eyes stopped along a pale figure sipping coffee, sitting in the corner herself. Ivy looked at her disapprovingly. She hated the beautiful, sophisticated type. Of course, Ivy could be sophisticated herself, but she just didn't want to seem like there was a rod up ass her the entire time.
And of course, all the seats have been taken, except a comfy blue seat next to the beautiful woman. Ivy sat next to Sydney, licking her ice cream defensively. (LOL) She couldn't help but stare at the woman. Although she worked with the most beautiful women in the world, she hadn't seen someone of such sophistication in a while. This woman was someone obviously of higher class. Perhaps Ivy had seen her once before at a debutante ball.
Ivy continued to stare at the woman unconsciously while finishing up her ice cream.
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Post by Sydney Larson on Mar 23, 2009 17:00:10 GMT -5
For the while that she had been in the shop, Sydney had been lost within her own head. It wasn't a strange feat for her by any means - after all, she preferred keeping to herself just because of pure stupidity of the majority of people she came in contact with. She sipped her coffee again, content to just be another customer in the store. That was, of course, until someone sat in the chair next to her and proceeded to stare at her.
Sydney didn't think anything of it at first. Not for her to sound pompous or anything, but she wasn't completely foreign to the idea of people staring. She had always been meticulous in her appearance and posture even on the worst of days or on the pitch, and for a lot of people that seemed unusual. Honestly, she didn't know of another Quidditch player on the face of the earth that applied their usual daily make-up before a game. It was just another of her quirks, and she had always been perfectly fine with being a bit different - after all, who would have wanted to be the same as the people around her?
When this girl didn't seem to look away, Sydney's gaze fell upon Ivy's defensive licking of her ice cream cone. She raised her eyebrow at her, and after a few more minutes of her not looking away, she sipped her coffee, set it down, placed her hands one on top of the other and looked fully at her. "Was there something you needed, or do you just like annoying random strangers by staring at them for no particular reason?" she said, French accent becoming apparent in the sea full of British accents that seemed to clutter the shop.
This could get interesting.
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Ivy Xin
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Post by Ivy Xin on Mar 24, 2009 3:00:09 GMT -5
When Sydney stared back, Ivy assumed that they were in some crazy, vicious staring competition. Ivy tried her hardest not to blink, and was surprised when Sydney started to speak in a cool, lovely voice. Ivy drew back into her seat, as the woman spoke.
"Was there something you needed, or do you just like annoying random strangers by staring at them for no particular reason?"
By now, she was accustomed to this I-am-so-much-better-than-you attitude-- it wasn't the models, but rather the fashion designers that were really into themselves. Models tend to be the most self-conscious people, ever. The fashion designers tended to be overly flamboyant, agressive and diva-like.
"Sorry, I was just wondering how many pounds of make up you had to put on today to make you look not a day over 40." she said, cooly-- taking a triumphant lick of her ice cream. Ivy, although ditzy and insensitive, was very rarely purposely mean. She just couldn't deal with people that would threaten the relativity of her beauty.
Ivy felt threatened by this woman for some reason.
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Post by Sydney Larson on Mar 24, 2009 11:21:03 GMT -5
Sydney sipped her black coffee as she watched this other woman act surprised that she actually spoke up. She didn't personally find anything unusual in this - after all, this woman was just flat out staring at her, what else was she exactly suppossed to do? Stare back, refusing to look away, just to win some game? It wasn't professional or poised, nor proper in public...instead, it was just plain weird. This woman was just plain weird.
And now she dared to throw an insult at her?
She held herself back from starting too much of a ruckus - after all, this person looked like there was still a possibility of her attending Hogwarts, and if that had been so she would have loved to make her acquaintance on castle grounds. Though she was only thirty-six, she knew she appeared to be quite younger than that - vanity over appearance over the years allowed her to have nearly flawless pale toned skin and a thin waist to back it all up. She wasn't going to go all in a frenzy over someone calling her "not a day over forty" - after all, she knew better.
"Someone's insecure," she shot back as she gently lifted her mug and sipped on her coffee again. "Sad, really. Though if I was stuffing my face with ice-cream I might be too. Such a poison for the waistline - never touch the stuff personally."
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Post by Ivy Xin on Mar 24, 2009 20:47:19 GMT -5
Ivy's hostility was immediately replaced with an overwhelming sense of pity. This woman never ate ice cream? How sad... maybe she was really self conscious, so she couldn't eat ice cream. What kind of life is worth living without ice cream? Seriously-- what kind of quality of life are we talking about here?
"Really? Why don't you eat ice cream? Sure, I guess it's high in calories, but it's good for the soul!" Ivy protested. Ivy was happy that she was able to eat anything she wanted, as long as she kept it in moderation. From her seat, she ordered another ice cream, but this time for Sydney. The ice cream floated towards the unlikely couple and into Ivy's free hand.
She held it out for Syndey, "You have to have some! It's soooo good! You haven't lived until you've had some of their ice cream, it's the best in town."
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Post by Sydney Larson on Mar 25, 2009 16:22:46 GMT -5
The girl looked almost shocked when Sydney had mentioned how she had never touched the stuff - in reality, she really hadn't. She had only had ice cream a few times when she was extremely little, maybe three or four years old, and beyond that it was just something to stay away from. Sydney didn't really appreciate sweets of any kind - ice cream, brownies, or even fattening foods in general such as pizza or french fries. She was more keen on fresh vegetables and fruits - not a whole lot else you can eat when you're a vegetarian, after all.
"Uhhh..." was about all she could get out of her mouth, noticing the sudden change of pace from this other woman as she proceeded to order another ice cream. Two seconds ago they had been hurling insults, and now this? "I'm not particularly..." she began, looking down at the ice cream Ivy presented her with. There it was, in all its glory - thirty three years of ignoring such foods, and it was being pushed in her face. "I'm a vegetarian. I'm not keen on milk and dairy products." She eyed her briefly. "You go ahead..." A small hint of disdain could have been caught in her voice if anyone had been listening for it.
How odd of a concept, though. Someone was actually trying to be nice to her. Even if it was just over a trivial thing such as this, it was still someone that was going out of their way to talk to her? What exactly had she done to make people think she was a cause worthy of being straight up nice to? Why wasn't she rolling her eyes and walking away by now?
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