Die Romantic, Romantic

[ransley]

Pierce walked into the kitchen, yawning slightly. It was only around 9:00 at night, but it had been a fairly long day. A couple of house elves scurried over, and he gave them a small but friendly smile. "Can I just get some pumpkin juice?" he requested.

"Of course," one of them chimed, and left to fulfill his order. He sat down at an empty table, sighing wearily. He wore a simple black T-shirt and a baggy pair of old, faded jeans, with some old black sneakers.

Drumming his fingers on the table, he looked around. Wow... All empty... Usually this place is packed, he thought in surprise. Maybe today was just a hard day in general. They're probably all sleeping.

[daylynnbrooke]

"...yes and some orange juice too please. No no, keep the pulp in it, otherwise its way too concentrated."Came a cold American accent from dark corner of the kitchens. A medium height girl with long dark hair stood in the shadows of the kitchens, obviously ordering something from the house elves. They quickly returned to her orders, as she paid them two galleons each, not too much, but it was enough. Cherie Ross stepped out of the shadows, her long dark hair now shining in the lights of the kitchens & her startling green eyes searching the room for the male voice that had just spoken, finally her eyes rested on a dark haired boy at a table infront of her, while a calm emotionless smile came to grace her face.

She stepped forward with her black coloured long boots over her blue faded skinny jeans. Her black & pink top complimenting her figure while her pale naked lips parted to speak as she gracefully walked towards the boy that had spoken. "Dont you ever wonder if these elves sleep once in a lifetime?"Spoke the girl with her cold accent; she didnt mean it to be cold, it was just the way she naturally did. Her eyes rested on the boys eyes as she sat down across from him, & watched as the small elf carried a tray upto her, avoiding her eyes he placed the tray of sandwiches on the table, bowed and swiftly walked away.[/font]

[ransley]

"They probably sleep during meals and at night, when everyone is supposed to be in bed," he said easily, shrugging. Obviously, he didn't seem affected by her icy accent - probably because it was something he had heard before, and was used to. Pierce gave her a small smile. "I'm Pierce Masters. Who are you?"

[daylynnbrooke]

Cherie narrowed her eyes at the guy infront of her, simply he could not be right, how could the House Elves sleep if any moment people can come in begging for food? Maybe they took shifts of sleeping & cooking, that made sense. Before she could explain her theory, however he introduced himself. Cherie listened as she watched a House elf bring her a glass of orange juice. Taking a sip of it she listened & then she parted her lips to speak again.
"Cherie Ross."She said simply before taking a small bite of her sandwhich. Her green eyes staring around the kitchens while she softly chewed.
"Slytherin."She added after she swallowed. She wanted to make it clear she was a Slytherin, maybe he could have guessed as most people do.
"What house are you in?"She asked suddenly.[/font]

[ransley]

He gave her a wry, knowing smile. "Gryffindor, if you must know," he said, not ignorant of the feud that had been going on since long ago between Gryffies and Slythies. "However, I hardly think that's something to judge by, if that's where you're going with this. Every person in every house is different."

One of the house elves quickly brought over Pierce's pumpkin juice and went to hand it to him, but looked at his intense eyes for the first time and dropped the cup. Pierce's hand shot out to catch it, and he placed it on the table.

"I'm - I'm sorry, sir," the house elf stuttered slightly, taking a small step back.

"It's fine," Pierce told him with a small, friendly smile. He took the house elf's hand in his and placed a few galleons in it. "For luck," he said with a wink.