Lost

Mavis, or 'Oddball Oakes' as others preferred to call her, had been visiting her Mum who is a witch with no talent and owns a vegetable stall in Diagon Alley. The stall is only small, in fact it is literally a wood table with two umbrella's over the top to shade the vegetables. Mavis aspired to one day own a stall of her own, a stall that specialised in pumpkins. Maybe she could then set up a pumpkin shop and sell pumpkin based products? Chances are she wouldn't even fulfill that ambitiousness dream. She never did succeed. Unless you count succeed in failing, or making a fool of herself.

Her Mother had trusted her to find her own way home, they lived down Spinners End, so it wasn't overly far for magical folk to travel - especially via floo network. Mavis had intended to use the fire place in the Leaky Cauldron to travel back to their terraced house where she shared a room with two sisters, which do to the fact they were all hefty caused problems. There was simply not enough space for three huge girls. They had to rotate each night for who slept on the sofa downstairs. It was a shame that they lived in such poverty but it didn't bother Mavis. The girl didn't know better.

On her way to the Leaky Cauldron the Gryffindor's mind went blank. She'd come to a crossroads. One path headed up the rest of Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron and the other down a dark, dingy, lantern wit alleyway to Knockturn Alley. Anyone in their right mind would know which was the correct way, but Mavis being Mavis chose to squeeze down the brick alleyway into the realm of dark arts. She hadn't been this way before although her memory was like that of a goldfish and she never recognised what she'd seen before or not.

Oddball Oakes had emerged by a barrel of eyeballs that squirted blood at passersby, some even shot on her face yet she remained unaware. She simply continued to waddle around, not knowing where on earth she was going.

Not lost are you my dear? An elderly witch with warts asked her. Mavis beamed at the old lady - someone had decided to talk to her for a change. 'No I'm fine!' She replied cheerily before turning around to CRASH right into a barrel of singe sludge. The green sludge spurted everywhere, showing a blonde girl not much older than Mavis who had been walking past 'Dark Fashion', an edgy clothes store. The black slime began to burn the robes she was wearing. 'SORRY!' Mavis shouted before rushing over to the girl, tripping on her shoelace and tumbling straight into the girl, sending them both crashing to the ground.

(OOC: Sorry to God Mod you a little in the sense that I sent you flying and covered you in gunge, I just thought it would be an interesting start? )

Why Emily was on Knockturn Alley is actually good question? She just wanted to explore this place. She was not scared about that place like othets mostly are. She also didn't care very muvch what others said or did. The rules - she breaks them all the time or makes them her own.

Soon Emily did saw little familiar face. She tried to be nice so she asked: "Not lost are you my dear?" Girl said that she is fine but she didn't believe it. Em wanted to ask one more question but then things began to happen.

"What, what?" she screamed there now. She didn't like that what had just happen at all. When she crashed on the ground with that girl, she was now so pissed. "Girl, you are in trouble now but first help me up," she said with angry voice. Her clothes were now ruined totally, she just had bought them yesterday and now she can never again wear them.

She sighed and waited for that girl help. She totally know who that girl was. She have heard about her but never speaked with her very much.

Mavis rolled over on the ground to face the blonde girl, chuckling to herself at her own clumsines and not sensing the girls frustration with Mavis. 'That was quiet funny wasn't it!' She said, wiping her slimy finer on the girls robes... Mavis never understood social etiquette.

Clambering up from the ground Mavis held her grubby hand out for Emily to grab onto. 'I'm Mavis Oakes!' She beamed down at the idea that she had met a new friend over a barrel of burning slime. An enormous bubble of snot was inflating and deflating as she breathed in and out - some had even trickled into her smiling mouth.

Again, Mavis didnt look after her appearance. Not just her weight but little things like not biting her finger nails, cleaning her ears, blowing her nose, brushing her teeth. It wasn't like she didn't care she simply forget. She was rather forgetful and would often change subjects during conversations forgetting what they were talking about. All that combined with her unusual sense of humor resulted in her nickname: Oddball Oakes. Although Mavis never knew of this.

Emily glanced at the girl when she said it was fun. "It was far from fun for me," she said to her then and tried to sound little bit mean too. She just didn't like to be on the ground. It makes her clothes dirty. Emily knows social etiquette but she doesn't care about it very much since she doesn't care about any rules at all.

She took the girl hand and she pulled her up then. "Yeah, I'm Emily Night," she said then her name too just in case. She really didn't wanted to be friend with this girl so much like that Mavis girl wanted. "Me and you never will be close friends, it will be social suciside for me," she then added with mean voice to her and looked now at her clothes.

Emily cared very much about her apperance since it was everything to her. You had look good whereever you go. Even if she forgots something then it's not good for her. Her clothes have to be clean, her clothes have to fit together, her body and teeth have to be clean, no missing out any little thing at all. Em has many nicknames too about what she doesn't know actually. She knows some of the them already but she doesn't care about them.

Mavis frowned, she was never one to sense when people were taking the mick out of her but there was something in Emily's voice that wasn't pleasant. The way she said 'It was far from fun for me.' The Gryffindor didn't understand at all. It wasn't like her clothes weren't replaceable, there was an urban clothes store right behind them.

'I bet it was the shock wasn't it. Hey! Why don't we go and get an ice cream, laugh it off?' Mavis asked, grinning a dirty tooth grin whilst nervously ringing her hands in hope that Emily wouldn't turn her away, after all Mavis considered Emily a future friend now despite the fact they were far from friends.

Mavis was short of friends and everyone she came across was a friend to her, or in the case of Emily at least an aquaintence. She never sensed when people disliked her because everyone was like that towards her, it was the norm, nothing unusual. However there was one girl who she became the best of friends with last term. It was rather odd their first meeting seeing as Mavis was covered in bird poop, yet they still became friends. Oddball Oakes had hope that one day she would be the best of friends with everyone.

Emily is so diffrerent from Mavis. She doesn't buy clothes from this urban clothes stores, she thinks that these places are not clean or so. She also wears only last fashion things, you never can see her wearing something what is out of mood or fashion.

Em sighed when girl asked to her came out to eat ice cream with her. "Do I sound like that, I want to go and have ice cream with you?" she asked then from her with annoyed voice. She was little bit rude and mean with her. "Seriously can't you get that I don't want to eat it," she then added.

Emily didn't have any good real friends since mostly people wanted to be her friends. It was bad when you were her enemy so people intend to be with her in good terms. Theres noone who she could address has best friend, there are people who think that they are her bestfriends.

'Is it the money aspect?' Mavis asked, knowing that foe a lower class family like herselves people couldn't afford the luxury of just buying an ice cream when they felt like it. Then, her eyes lit up even more than they had, excitement rushed through her iris and the whites of her eyes sparkled. 'Do you want to come to my Mum's vegetable stall?! I think we could get a free onion and eat that instead? Or a carrot maybe?'

It wasn't the best of ideas, in fact it was the worst idea in the world. Why two people with nothing in common would eat raw vegatables together was completely odd - then again she wasn't called Oddball Oakes for nothing. She had once suggested to decorate the common room with used, dirty tissues. Mucky Mavis had once even thought it were a good idea to jump out of a window on a broomstick that couldn't hold her weight.

Perhaps in Mavis' world eating an onion with Emily was a great bonding activity, a way to make up for the fact she had covered her in slime that burnt through her clean, designer clothes. Even if Emily agreed there was just one problem: Mavis didn't have a clue where she was, how she got there or how to get back to her Mother's vegetable stall.

"Money isn't the problem for me, I have it more than you for sure," Emily said and looked at that girl. She has to much money for herself, mostly it's just her fathers but who cares, she doesn't. "Gross, seriously. Me doesn't eat just onion, it can be in salad or so," she said then to her. "Ice cream sounds much better idea," she then added. She sighed and looked away. She needed some excuse to get away from her.

Now she remember that girl was called Oddball Oakes. Now she gets even why they call her like that. She sighed one more time.

That would never ever happen. They are so different and they live in different worlds too. "Girl, don't try think again something stupid or i'll leave you here and you need to find you find your way our yourself," she said then to her.

Mavis sighed as Emily shot down her vegetable idea and mentioned that she could afford an ice cream due to her wealthy - not that it bothered Mavis' that she was poor, that was all she knew and didn't see it as a weakness nor a strength. It was merely a fact. Upon hearing that the ice cream idea was better Mavis' huge eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

'Let's go and have an ice cream then! You can show me how to get back to the ice cream parlour in Diagon Alley, I can't remember the way!' She cried in delight. The reason she couldn't remember the way was because she was lost - not that she knew she was lost she just assumed she was going the long way about her walk.

Using a sweaty hand that smelt strongly of onion, Mavis grabbed hold of Emily's hand and stood there smiling and waiting for Emily to lead them to Florence Fortesques Ice Cream Parlour, debating what flavour to get. Hopefully there would still be pumpkin ice cream left. Mavis had an odd liking to pumpkins

Emily sighed one more time. She didn't think about ice cream at all right now, she even didn't want it to eat it. She just now thought about how to get ride of this girl.

"Sure, sure, let's go there," she said then and she just gave in. She had no other choice right now. She had to go there with her. She looked around a for a while and didn't say anything. Even Emily was not that sure how to get there, that ice cream shop. Last time when she even visited that shop was like two or even three years ago.

When Mavis grabbed her hand then was the slytherin girl surprised. She didn't expect it happen and she knew now that she has to wash her hand before eating anything now. Em doesn't know what that girl have touched before she touched her hand. Emily soon began to walk, she had exactly no idea where but she walked and some time tried to remember where that ice cream shop was exactly. She hoped she goes right way then. She soon pulled her hand away. "Just walk behind me or near me or next to me. No holding hands," she said then and tried to smile to her. She has no idea if she even is going to eat that ice cream if they get there.