Time to Spare

Helena was sitting out on a bench, her overcoat draping her body like a blanket. The cold winter of December was just arriving as the stirred winds and scattered flurries of snow began to gather. It was nearing noon, and the town was packed with students that were heading for hot chocolate and sweets. Helena would have been one of those kids... but she couldn't handle the overwhelming crowds. She would rather sit alone, or somewhere where it wasn't so cramped. She didn't have many friends anymore, anyways. She outcasted herself, afraid that she might spill anything.

The chillness of the air was beginning to nip at Helena's face as it began to glow a soft red, her entire face flushing. She kept her hands deep in her coat pockets, her green and silver slytherin scarf covering most of her neck and her chin slightly. She had no hat on, but her dark hair covered most of her face. She watched as a group of Slytherin had walked by; some looked at her as they passed. Some of them gave nasty looks as they walked away. She narrowed her eyes at them for a long moment before ignoring them. They meant nothing to her anymore; they were only friends from the past that ended up causing problems.

Time was passing quickly, and Helena was beginning to grow impatient with the rest of the day. She had nothing to do, no one to go to, and no one to talk to. She could annoy her brother, Jude if she wanted, of find some of her younger siblings, but none of them were very fun or cool for that matter. She wanted the weekend to end already, so that she could get back to her classes and be occupied once again. She sat with a bored expression, watching the snow fall.

It was odd, but a trip to Hogsmeade was just what Angelique felt like right now. The teachers thought the sleepy little village was safe enough to send students into, but if you were old enough, and savvy enough, there were places you could go that would make them think again.

Nowadays, the Hog's Head was where every kid who thought they were too cool hung out, so Angelique avoided it. Besides, she was over seventeen; she could drink firewhiskey with impunity at The Three Broomsticks if she so desired. Right now, she didn't desire that. Alcohol made her reckless. More reckless than usual, that is. But she'd managed to talk the man behind the bar into selling her a bottle just in case she wanted to lose her inhibitions later on.

And now, the trip was over for Angelique. Hogsmeade weekends were fun for third years, when the visits had the appeal of some new, shiny bauble, but now Angelique just wanted to get back up to the school before the rush.

That was when she noticed the girl sitting by herself. That was- Actually, not that weird. Happened all the time. She probably just got dumped by her boyfriend or something, but Angelique thought she ought to go over there, just in case she needed a shoulder to cry on. Or someone to plot revenge with.

She sat down next to the girl and casually hung an arm across the back of the bench.

"So, how's your weekend going?"