#alexanderavery

[felicitygreengrass]

The Hog's Head || Alexander and Felicity

Felicity stood outside of the Hog's Head, shifting her weight from foot to foot impatiently. The freezing air was biting, and although Felicity was used to such weather back home, she rather hated it. She buried her face into her thick green and silver scarf, only peeking out every once in a while to look for Alexander. She could easily go inside to wait for him, but she knew exactly how sketchy a place the Inn was. This would seem strange for her to pick out a place that she was uneasy going into, but she would rather be in a strange and intimidating place any day over hanging out at the The Three Broomsticks, where Hogwart's most obnoxious and ditzy hung out frequently.

Once she spotted her company, her face was not so amused. "You know I don't like to be kept waiting." She said in a cold voice, though her eyes showed that she was at least happy to see him. Even though she was half frozen and irritable, Alexander was one of her closer friends and they did share a lot of history. Even though they hadn't spoken in quite a long time, she did still remember how much in common they shared. Fel briefly remembered him even saying that he wanted to change for the better, which puzzled her immensely. Hopefully she could figure out what exactly was going on with him during their meet-up.

[skeetersecrets]

The Three Broomsticks || Rita and Alexander

Palms sweaty and body shaking, Rita sat alone in the Slytherin common room. She was deliberating whether or not she had A) gone completely mad to agree to this and B) should actually go through with it. What had compelled her to go to Hogsmeade with one of Hogwarts' creepiest students? And also, why was he suddenly interested in her? Nothing about this seemed right yet Rita still found herself heading down to the village. Walking through the main entrance of Hogsmeade, Rita realised she hadn't fixed her hair and wasn't wearing any make-up. This thought only made her panic more. She tried desperately to breathe deeply and made her way to the entrance of the Three Broomsticks.

Just as had been agreed, Alexander Avery was there, waiting for Rita. He looked just as nervous as she was, which raised more questions than it answered. Tentatively, she pushed open the heavy, wooden door. The enchanted bell above the door frame chimed and Avery's head instantly shot towards Rita. His face didn't change as he stood to greet her and he said nothing until they were both sat down. He'd chosen a large, rounded table, tucked away in the cosiest corner of the pub. There was a considerable distance between them, but Rita was picking up all of his body language (a skill she practised frequently).

"So, what secrets have you got underneath that dark exterior?" Rita enquired, cutting right to the chase. She wasn't scared of him, despite the rumours about his twisted lifestyle. To be honest, she'd started most of those rumours anyway, but she knew some of them had a lot of truth behind them.