maybe we make a deal [andrew]

[Siobhan Finnigan]

Sitting in a Muggle cafe and utterly bored, Siobhan Finnigan let out a rather massive yawn. She'd been waiting at that very same table for half an hour, for her best friend, Andrew Carmichael. And he still hadn't shown up! Had he been anyone else, really, Siobhan would have straight-up walked out of the cafe right there and then. But with Andrew, it was a little different. With Andrew, she always got the slight sense that he was doing her a favour by being friends with her; after all, she sometimes felt, he was so much cleverer and friendlier and just a better person than her - why would he settle for having her as a best friend when there were so many better people? She'd decided that she would never question it. Andrew had been a great help to her over the past year; if not for him, she would probably have gone over the edge. The pressure of studies was becoming insane, and without him, she might have been the kind of person to have breakdowns every other day over this assignment or that lesson.

Skimming through the menu for what must have been the tenth time - the waitress was already shooting her dirty looks for not placing her order, but she was the kind of horribly indecisive person who could never decide what they wanted, and even when they did, kept changing their decision - her mind wandered to the most exciting thing that had happened to her in the holidays. Angelo. Just the thought of him made her cheeks heat up a little and cause her to get slightly flustered. Biting down on her lip, she mentally chastised herself for this - of course she wasn't in love with the boy! She barely knew him; she wouldn't even say she knew him enough to have a crush on him, really. But she did know that there was something she'd felt that day. She wasn't sure whether she was just overexcited about finally getting attention from a boy.. or if she was genuinely attracted to him. This could be either. She just had to be careful where she treaded from then on, that was all.

She closed the menu and drummed her fingers on the table again, whistling some tune from one of Tommy's band's songs she'd heard recently. The thought of him led her to thoughts of all her four elder siblings, once again, and she found herself wondering why she hadn't written to any of them. A few days back, she'd heard Meghan laughing away in her room as she was writing a letter, and her paranoia had naturally caused her to believe that she was joking around with her friends about her; but she had to remind herself to pretend not to care. She may have been close to Meghan, but really, only one person knew the full extent of her insecurities and she didn't want to change that. And at that very moment, that person walked into the cafe she had been waiting in for so long. She wanted to hug him so badly - he didn't know how much she'd missed him. But of course, she was annoyed, too. Anyone would be. So she kept a cool smile on her face and waited for him to approach her.

[Andrew Philip Carmichael]

"Bloody pigeon", he cursed a little too loudly.

Andrew scanned the crowd for the familar face. The entire café was filled with couples holding hands and the like. "Disgusting I tell you..",he muttered to himself, either referring to the bird or the sickening atmosphere he would be seated in.

His hair was tousled after having being attacked by a pigeon outside. Fortunately, he hadn't hurt himself, and not so fortunately, he'd squealed loud enough to get the whole of Diagon Alley out running. Well, that didn't happen. No, the boy only had to suffer some giggles from a group of girls who'd witnessed him.

Ladies man indeed.

He finally saw her, and grinned as soon as he did. They'd been away for a torturously long time it seemed, and he was incredibly excited for today. Was that wrong? Or maybe overly attached? It didn't matter at the moment to the young fourth year. He suddenly noticed the smile plastered on her face. Oh Merlin he was going to get it.

"Sorry okay! Damn birds everywhere. One tried to make a meal out of me outside..", he said as he pulled a chair opposite her. Sitting himself down, he immediately pulled the menu out of her hands and brought it before his eyes. "Well Bonnie..I'm hungry. Anything good here?"

He really was pushing it. But that was the fun. Poking Siobhan Finnigan around with a very soft stick.

[Siobhan Finnigan]

She laughed at his antics. Animals and birds seemed to hate Andrew, and the feeling was apparently mutual, given his fear of rodents and general dislike of other animals. As he came over to her, she asked, her mouth pulling up in a half-smile, "So, what'd you do to piss the birds off this time? Probably just existed. I know that's enough to piss me off." Grinning to show him she wasn't being serious, she rolled her eyes at him as he pulled the menu from his hands, and pulled it back in a show of annoyance. She was never really this playful with anyone else - she never felt secure enough to be - but around Andrew and her family, she was, and she actually quite enjoyed it.

"Well. I dunno," she said in response to his next question. "I've been reading this menu for half an hour now, and I don't remember anything in it? Kind of like our coursework sometimes." She let out a small chuckle. "You tell me. What's good?" Seeing his slightly distasteful expression, she finally glanced around at the other people seated in the cafe. "Ugh, couples," she said, groaning. "Sickening, right? I mean, I'm all for love and all that, but Merlin, PDA is so disgusting."

[Andrew Philip Carmichael]

"You're all for love?", he cringed at the word. The last thing he needed was to fall in love. Oh he believed in it and all that, but the idea of it happening to him was terrifying. His parents had fallen in love and look at where they were now - three kids in a pathetic little house in the country. Hardly much of a life that, wiping snot and puke off of eating and pooping machines, that you evidently created in a weak moment of lust.

He rested his head on his folded arms and stared straight ahead, a bored look on his face, "I'm not too keen on it to be honest.. I mean, look at my parents-", his brows knitted, "-so blissfully unaware of how stupid their basis of happiness is.. "
He made a particularly scrunched up face, like he always did when elaborating on things he found rather unappetizing, "- loove-happiness-faaamily, how blind can anyone get really-"