small addictions // grey

[Marie-Angeline Gardiner]

Marie looked outside the window in the sixth year Ward woman’s dormitory. The Quidditch Pitch was occupied by the Shacklebolt team and the grounds were swarming with lots of people that she didn’t have the energy or motivation to talk to. Marie looked around for some answer to pop out of thin air to tell her what she should do with the lousy afternoon. Most of her friends were with other friends and Marie hated being the third wheel. Marie glanced back out the window desperately. She looked at the village not too far off, it was a slow day and Marie had nothing better to do. Marie frowned and heaved herself off the bed.

Marie changed out of the school uniform and pulled on a pair of tight dark blue jeans, that was when she decided she could go for something that contained ridiculous amount of caffeine and would make her feel better. Marie glanced out the window again, as she threaded a black and dark green studded belt through the hoops, she picked out IMS café. Marie riffled through her trunk, stopping every once in a while to smell the sweet scent of home and attempted to find a shirt. Finally, she pulled on a pink Faber Drive shirt with four signatures on the back in permanent marker. The shirt had a heart lightly coloured in a darker pink and a cut out of four people on it. She hugged the shirt close and grabbed a solid black sweater out of the trunk.

Marie grabbed a small ‘Fall Out Wizard’, one of her favourite bands [Fall Out Boy totally stole their name from them], wallet and shoved it into her back pocket. It contained a muggle library card, ID to a local muggle school just in case and muggle money. Marie twirled her tragus piercing a few times, out of nervous habit and set out into the city.

Marie was tempted by a beautiful fountain on her way to the café. Marie sat on a small dry patch on the edge of the circular fountain. There was a small light display as water poured out a women holding a pot of some sort. Marie-Angeline let her fingers skim the top of the cool clear water. She took and handful and poured it over her face. The summer vacation had recently ended, but the temperature was still warm. It felt nice on her face. Marie bit lip and shook her hand free of the water. Marie smiled lightly, but decided that the caffeine boost would make her feel better than cool water.

Marie pulled the door open and heard a tiny tinkle above her as she entered. Marie-Angeline looked at the menu for a long time, so many options, what to have? Marie finally decided to go simple, well simple enough. She ordered an iced French vanilla cappuccino. When it was finally ready, Marie took a seat at a table for two near the window. She loved watching people pass by, some looking worried, others with children. Marie took a long drink and sighed. It felt nice, it would give her a head ache and sore stomach later, but it got rid of the one she had now.

[Grey Reynolds]

Grey didn't get bored easily, so when he did get bored it was bad. Today, since nearly all his friends in Shacklebolt played Quidditch, he was left alone. Lying on his bed,with hands behind his head staring at the ceiling, he decided he couldn't just wait around for something to happen. He had to make something happen.

He sat up, and felt and intence pressure rush through his head. He groaned, and ran his hand through his hair idly, walking over to his trunk and opening it, a picture of his whole family posted on the inside staring back at him. He smiled sentimentally at his mother, and his little sister, but when his eyes came upon his father and that part of the family, his smile faded promptly and he quickly grabbed the nearest and cleanest looking shirt from the top then slammed the chest closed. Turns out he had picked his "Womping Willows" shirt. Good enough. Pulling it over his head, he walked to the bathroom to look in the mirror; His hair was a mess, but that's the way it always was. He shrugged, slipped on some shoes, and grabbed his wallet off his nightstand and his black jacket on his way out the door.

As he walked down the stairs and out of the common room he shoved his wallet in his back pocket. Where to go? He walked around the hallways at a slow pace with his hands shoved in his pockets, just thinking to himself, when he saw a group of girls pass him by. They were all gabbing, and a few of them held nearly empty cups in their hand with the IMS Cafe logo on it. He raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt an intense craving for...well, you guessed it.

The bells above the door to the cafe chimed to announce his presence, and he took in a deep breathe of sweet smelling air. He nodded to the lady behind the counter and ordered his usual Iced French Vanilla cappuccino, then payed the lady and took his beverage. He turned around to look at the seating area. He spotted his fellow Canadian, Marie, and smiled. He walked over and nodded a greeting to her.

"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked. When she shook her head, he nodded and replied. "Can I sit here, then?" He pointed to the seat in front of her.

[Marie-Angeline Gardiner]

Marie smiled gently as she took another sip of her drink and motioned her hand at the table. She quickly swallowed her drink so she could say, “Sit!” Marie smiled across the table at her fellow Canuck, it was like having a little slice of home with her. A slice that didn’t make her too homesick and that she could get along with.

“Bored too? Or is it the caffeine monkey that is on your back?” Marie smirked.

She knew that since she left Canada, she had missed iced cappuccino’s from her favourite muggle coffee shop; Tim Hortons. They didn’t taste the same as back home, but they were good enough, until she got home. Marie aimlessly stirred her drink and took another drink while watching a very posh woman with half a dozen bags walk by.

Marie looked up at Grey, she thought it was a little funny that his eye colour was his name. But in his own way; it was quite adorable. Marie wondered, if they had never gone to school together, would they have still met? They were on opposite sides of the country, but Marie had always planned on getting around Canada. It would be hard imagining going to school and not seeing Grey there. She didn’t like the idea of it, but soon it would be a reality. He was a year older than her, next year she would be at the top of the food chain and it would be lonely. Marie had a lot of friends that would be graduating. It was a hard pill to swallow.

“Enjoying the year so far?” Marie questioned, she didn’t want the anxiety to show on her face. However, she was quite easy to read.

Marie bit her lip nervously and made a very figure-eights in her drink before taking another swallow.

[Grey Reynolds]

He chuckled, nodding and taking a quick sip of his icy drink. "Yeah, bored. I'm not really a slave to caffeine...anymore." He raised a brow, looking at the very same posh woman that Marie had noticed. He just shook his head in disbelief. He returned his gaze to Marie and smiled.

"Yeah I guess." he looked down at his drink, noticing little designs he was making in the swirls. "I'm not thrilled about leaving next year, though." he said, looking up and noticing the anxious look on Marie's face. He guess she wasn't either. "I mean, I'm excited that I'm done...but I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life." he said, then she shook his head. Change the subject. "What about you?" Smooth, Grey. Real smooth.

He really didn't know what he was going to do after school. He didn't want to go home, because that meant he had to deal with Adam. His father. He was abusive, which was the only reason Grey even continued to stay, for his step-siblings. But a year ago, he found out that he hadn't touched anybody but him. Not only did that anger him...it broke his heart. His own father would hurt him and only him.

She was pretty, there wasn't anything for him not to like. She was pretty sweet, too, and nice and such. And she was Canadian. Bonus. [/color]

[Marie-Angeline Gardiner]

Marie fidgeted a bit, her future was a very important pat of her, it would determine how she would spend the rest of her life. The people she would meet, her overall happiness and where she would live, it was scary to think she would be determining that in these upcoming two years. Marie spun her straw in her empty cup, playing with the remaining foam.

“Well… Uh… You know it’s really important and I don’t want to screw it up.” Marie twirled a small strand of her hair, “It would be really awesome to become . . . “ Marie leaned in a bit and whispered, “an unspeakable.”

Marie nodded her head a few times as if she had just told a very shocking and revealing secret. She was a little red in the face, it was a dream she had had for many years, but wasn’t sure if she was quite up to it. Unspeakables were the FBI, in her mind, of the wizarding world. That was a big deal. She was a muggle-born, so she had grown up watching all the Americanized movies of secret service agents. Being a wizard secret agent seemed a lot less exciting in her mind. Muggles could pull out a gun and shoot a wizard in the chest by the time he/she had realized what had happened, they would already be dead.

Marie smiled and let a small sigh out, “it’s a bit out of my league. But I can try.”