make some noise .. [ karina ]

[Angelo Cremona]

Running a hand through his slightly windswept and definitely very messy blonde hair, Angelo stepped into the Tamarisk Tree. He wasn't one hundred percent sure what he was doing at this particular establishment, he was just sure that he was slightly tired of the Leaky and he wanted somewhere new to eat at. Not that he'd never eaten at the Tamarisk, as he had friends who'd invited him to eat there, of course. But usually he stayed at the entrance of the Alley, rushing in to quickly grab something to eat before being off again to run some errands in Muggle London. Today, he'd chosen to run quickly in to the bookshop to pick up something to help him with his homework, and decided he might as well have lunch in the Tamarisk.

Upon setting foot into the building, he looked around to assess the patrons, wondering if there was anyone he knew here who he might be able to share a table with. To his good fortune, he noticed a particular blonde head that he recognised: Karina Bass, Gryffindor girl who was in the year above him. They'd started a tentative friendship at school just a few months before, when they'd finally shared more than two words in the library. He made his way over to her, smiling and hand back in hair. Standing awkwardly in front of her table, he mumbled, "Hey."

[Karina Bass]

The Tamarisk Tree had become almost a new haunt for Karina Bass, who had found herself here three times in the past week alone. Surprisingly, she wasn't bored of it at all; rather she found it to be as homely as the Gryffindor Common Room felt at times. Perhaps it was the different atmosphere of the Leaky Cauldron which she had got quite tired of a very long time ago. Now, after a glorious afternoon of shopping, she'd found herself requiring a little snack and a few drinks to accompany them. After having reduced the size of her shopping bags and stowing them in a little pocket of her purse (she really was enjoying the perks of being able to do magic without permission, and was perfecting tricks which would aid her in such tasks), she'd found a table in the corner. Ordering a slice of blueberry pie, with a tall glass of cold coffee (with a scoop of chocolate ice cream and some colorful sprinkles on top), she pulled out a book.

Now, this was rather unlike her. Karina didn't usually carry books to shopping trips and she certainly didn't pull them out while she was drinking coffee. But she'd carried it along, nonetheless, because she'd been tempted to start taking some notes for class. Again, this wasn't a habit she cultivated. All her holiday homework was always left for the last weekend before September 1st. But this time, she had a glorious reason. See, she'd written to a fashion magazine, who obviously knew her last name, and had asked to meet a particular photographer to do a photo shoot for her (for some new photographs to go up on her walls). But the young woman, having an eye for beauty, had talked Karina, quite easily, into doing a mini spread for a new line of dress robes. This photoshoot was taking place in late August, and Karina was determined to not miss it for anything, and especially not homework! Looking up, surprised at the voice which had disrupted her thoughts, she beamed, readily snapping the book shut. "Angelo! Hi! Sit, sit, sit."

((sorry it took so long! outfit))