Getting to Know the Ravenclaw Champion *Open*

"Oh I... um..." Amelia stuttered when the girl cleared herself of any suspicion of spontaneous combustion. Clearly she had noticed Amelia's tentative nature in dealing with her housemate and was making an effort to clear the air. Amelia was slightly embarrassed to have been noticed in her hesitation and couldn't find a way to respond. Instead, she just blushed, shrugged, and averted her eyes from Gin.

Getting better at our social skills every day aren't we? the more sarcastic side of her mind commented. Amelia wished she was as capable of laughing at herself as Gin seemed to be, but as usual she was too strict with herself and instead of laughing about the situation just felt worse for it. Social interaction had never been her strong suit, and no matter how many times she had been forced into it, the talent had never seemed to develop.

Gin's comment about Keith's current state was rather more blunt than Amelia had been intending to put it, but the girl certainly did have a way of getting her point across. Amelia knew what the girl had said about butterbeer was true, but from what she had had so far, she thought there might have been a bit of something added to it. Not knowing Marco's tendencies or from whence the drink had come, she thought it plausible that there could have been alcohol in the liquid she had colored to match the Ravenclaw decorations of the common room.

"Perhaps some pastries instead?" Amelia suggested, trying to take a bit of the edge off what Gin had said and hoping the boy didn't think them accusatory for looking out for his well being. She waved her wand toward the table of food, sending a few scones their way. Amelia was particularly fond of scones, a common breakfast food in her household, and she thought the carbohydrates in them might help to bring the young boy down from what seemed to be his current buzz. She offered one of the scones to Keith and one to Gin, placing the last on a napkin in her lap to eat after the others had begun working on theirs.

((OoC: I'm pretty sure butterbeer does have some alcohol in it actually. I the GoF, Ron remarks that the stuff "Isn't strong" when winky gets drunk on it, indicating that it does have a bit of alcohol))

Keith nodded, shaking his head experimentally, like a dog ridding it's ears of water. He blinked a few times, grabbing the scone and missing his mouth once or twice before finally managing to get the pastry in his mouth. It was sweet, even through his already dulled taste, and it cleared his head a bit, which was a plus in Keith's book.

"Where'd the green thing go?" He managed to get out. The odd looking bird that had accompanied the blonde boy was nowhere to be seen, and that put Keith on edge for some reason. It had looked dangerous, in it's own odd way, much like it's owner. He tried to loom around, but the quick head motions sent the world into a dizzying spin Keith had not accounted for. He gripped his head and grimaced slightly, trying to reorientate the world.

(OOC: Actually, that isn't what it meant. Butterbeer is like alcohol for house elves because they're so small. On humans, it cannot have that effect.)

Ginevra had always been one to just get to the point instead of beating around the bush. It helped to get where she wanted to get faster. Wasting time just saying it with hidden codes wasn't worth it, as far as Ginevra was concerned. That was just her though, everyone else was different with how they viewed and said things. Shaking her head at the pastry, she had never been a fan of them, and not eating for days meant that she had to gradually get back into it- starting right now wouldn't be good, as Ginevra also knew it wasn't good to eat before you slept. If you did, your food just sat there and turned into fat. Mm. How appitising did that sound? "No thanks." she added outloud, just to get it out there vocally as well. Amelia interested her, but she wasn't sure why. The girl had something about her that other people didn't and also seemed so.. mannered.

Amelia was pleased when Keith took the scone from her, though his difficultly eating it nearly made Amelia laugh aloud. She knew it wouldn’t be kind of her to laugh at the boy as he was clearly not in his normal state of mind, so she repressed it with nothing more than a smile which grew broader yet when the pastry finally made it to the boy’s mouth. Gin turned Amelia down on the subject of the pastry, for her own reasons which Amelia did not question.

“Suit yourself,” Amelia said, moving the pastry to her mouth and taking a small bite of it. A bit of the flaky dough crumbled into her lap, and she brushed it onto the carpet, careful not to let it fall onto Keith’s head. Just as she was lifting the pastry for a second bite, the boy’s head seemed to have cleared long enough for him to notice the absence of something he had seen earlier.

“The Irish Phoenix?” Amelia inquired, though she thought there was very little chance the boy could be talking about any other “green bird”. Amelia identified the creature because of a lesson they had had on Phoenix’s in care of magical creatures in her fourth year. Although phoenix were rare on the whole, Irish phoenix were more rare yet.

“I haven’t seen it since it was circling the room earlier,” she answered, checking the rafters of the tower to check that she hadn’t missed it among the shadows, “It is an interesting creature, though. I believe it belongs to the boy they are calling Marco.”

Johnathan walked into the Ravenclaw Common Room for the first time, noticing a handful of his fellow Ravenclaws all talking.

"Hello," he said. "I'm Johnathan Moore." He turned and noticed a familiar face.

"Hello, Amelia. How are you?" He asked. He smiled at her, and then the others, hoping they would include him in their conversation he had interrupted.

Amelia was working her way through the pastry, one small bite at a time. She was trying to be clean about it, but the flaky dough kept crumbling on her lap and then being brushed to the floor. Noticing she was accumulating quite a mess, Amelia pulled out her wand and waved it in the direction of the crumbs, making them disappear. Seeing as she still had half the pastry left it would likely that this process would have to be repeated later, but at least she wouldn’t look messy now.

Having cleaned up her crumbs, Amelia’s attention was drawn to someone who had entered and introduced himself to everyone. He needed no introduction for Amelia, for she had met him before. She hadn’t realized at the time that he was in her house, but now that she thought about it the sorting seemed logical. After his mass introduction to the room as a whole, Johnathan came over to where she and the others were gathered, his trademark smile upon his face.

“Hello, Johnathan,” Amelia replied politely, “I am well,” she continued, although the answer was not entirely truthful. She didn’t feel like explaining the situation that had just occurred to Johnathan, choosing rather to leave them out in an attempt to move past the tension that seemed to have dissipated in the past few minutes.

“Pastry?” she offered, lifting the scone Gin had turned down earlier in Johnathan’s direction.