((We're marking it M mostly as a precautionary. Because Bea is 16 they aren't going to get down, or anything, but this could turn into a vigorous make-out session.))

1:30 PM
7th year dormitories; Boys

So far the day had gone by pretty easily. Nothing spectacular had happened in the morning, and Church honestly didn't expect anything incredible to happen in the afternoon. He of course still remembered that he was supposed to have tea with Beatrix at some point during the day. Well, more accurately he recalled that she basically said she would attack him with it. But even so, Church hadn't seen head nor tail of her so far. And while he wasn't exactly intent on keeping that way, it wouldn't go amiss if it remained that way. Nothing against the girl personally, but her father was a mass murderer after all. And her sister was rather well known to hex people at random in the corridors. Goodness knows what could potentially be wrong with this member of the Dark family.

It was sometime after lunch when the Ravenclaw boy found his way back up inside his own dorm. He originally intended to simply change and head back out when he noticed that someone had messed with his layout of stuffed animals. Bastards! Who did they think they were messing with the Head Boy's children's toys? Whoever it was had ruined the entire setup so much so that Church ended up forgetting to change shirts in the wake of such an atrocity. It didn't seem that it was malicious, in any way. All they had done, really was adjust some of them. Probably they were curious about some of the newer plush's. After all, Church had a new cat and a rainbow unicorn pillow. He couldn't really blame them if they wanted to check it out. It was pretty awesome. But at leas put it back in the right spot!

With a sigh Church leaned back against the wall of pillows on his bed once he had finished. Now that he thought about it he didn't really feel like going anywhere just yet, potential Beatrix assaults not withstanding. No, he just wanted a few minutes- or hours- alone to himself. Yes that sounded like a good idea. Plus, if he stayed up here Beatrix would probably never find him. Church let out another sigh as he slowly relaxed on his comfortable bed, flanked on both sides by his cute toys.

What could possibly go wrong?

Outfit.

No, she didn't want to show up. She didn't. She totally didn't. Beatrix Dark had better things to do than follow around the head boy like a lost puppy. She could make friends elsewhere. She could befriend any darn person in the whole school! Except that wasn't true and Beatrix had entered her sixth year of school virtually friendless. But she had hope...! Not really. Beatrix Dark had spent the day reading over the first Slither Girls book out of pure obsession. She had woken up early, grabbed breakfast, and bounced right back into bed. Her cats were in an oddly cuddly mood, making it hard for her to concentrate on her reading. Eventually, she simply set the book aside. It reminded her too much of past romances, anyway. And despite how strong Beatrix believed she was coming off, she felt very weak. She may have been one of the more collected Darks, but even she had her moments of weakness. What she needed was friendship. Razzy was busy with Quidditch, Bellatrix had her band. She hadn't gotten in touch with the few other friends she had, but she had been hearing iffy things about them. It suddenly felt like fourth year all over again, when she started off the year completely friendless due to her breakup with Callum. Of course it was after one of her breakups. It seemed relationships tended to end with her being completely alone. But... Beatrix felt comfort within the warm canopy of cat fur and soft blankets she had formed around herself.

She hadn't wanted to show up at Church's dorm, but she figured she might as well. What else would she do for the day? And what if he were truly expecting her...? Beatrix really hoped he was expecting her. Just so she could be greeted with a pleasant smile and a welcomed greeting. She liked being wanted. She was starting to begin she wasn't wanted, however... And that was a very distressing feeling. She decided to pull herself together, get herself ready for a tea party, and to bake a fresh platter of cakes. She emerged from the crevices of her comforter and pulled off her nightgown, the white one Erin Harper accidentally caught her in, and tossed it to the side. Her cats watched her like creepy perverts as she dug around her trunk. Beatrix packed a lot less clothes than she used to, out of pure indifference. She mostly packed her favorite clothes and fancy formal clothes, as she decided that packing lightly wouldn't be a big deal. Considering she had multiple outfits and only the weekends to wear them, she didn't see the big deal. Winter break would come up soon enough and she'd swop out the clothes for different ones if she grew bored of them. She felt more mature for doing that. Lordy knew she didn't need that many clothes. Beatrix had snagged one of her blue dresses and slipped it over her head. She liked to wear blue, most of all, because it matched her eyes. Along with it, she pulled on strapped heels and a few accessories that she had lying around her side table.

The cakes had been easy. Beatrix was a witch, after all. And she had the help of the house elves, which were very insistent on helping her. In all honestly, Beatrix felt like Snow White. She even caught herself singing about birds and deer or some odd crap. The elves seemed to enjoy it, so she simply kept it up. The desserts were made with special care, each one with its own rose and its own uniqueness. She set them down on a tray, along with her teapot and cups. Her cats were waiting for her back up the tower, so she didn't hesitate much to rush back upstairs. She hardly noticed, but she was still singing stupid songs about animals and rainbows. But no one really had the guts to question Beatrix Dark, as she was a force to reckon with. However, she did catch a few eyes glancing her way. She chose to ignore them this time. Those blokes could consider themselves lucky.

Beatrix had asked around about where Church's dorm was the night before. She wouldn't be surprised if he heard word of her questioning already, but he still had no clue when she would show up. She would surprise him in his dorm, whether he was there already or not. And if he didn't show up... Well, Beatrix would get the hint. Why anyone would deny free tea and cakes was beyond her, but she wouldn't be surprised. She was Beatrix Dark, after all. She had never been the most appealing girl in school. Much too off in the head. Much too wild. Much too abstract. She wondered if it were all because she was unattractive, but she immediately flung that idea out the window. Beatrix was fabulous. She had to remind herself that. She was goddamn Snow White: Fairytale Princess. And much like Snow White, Beatrix burst into her dorm and whisked up her bag and cats. Her cats were both tucked under her left arm, the tray in her right. The cats were completely indifferent to the anarchy Beatrix was causing, and simply held onto her arm and side patiently. Beatrix recalled Church's dorm rather perfectly, for once in her life. And she was looking to scare the crap out of him.

With a swift kick of her foot, she barged through Church's door. She saw his brooding lump immediately and flung her cats upon the bed where he sat. They landed on their feet and purred contently before settling down. They did not give no poops. Along with her sudden intrusion, Beatrix sang on the top of her lungs, "I'm wishing for the one I love-- To find me-- Today! I'm hoping, and I'm dreaming of, the nice things-- He'll say!" She wasn't quite sure where she got that song from. Perhaps one of her muggleborn friends. All she knew was that it connected with Snow White, and therefore she had no choice but to sing it. With a bubbly smile, she kicked the door shut behind her. Church was stick with her now. He had no choice but to participate in her lovely tea party. She set the tray down and then sat herself down at the edge of his bed, beaming smile still tugging against her cheeks. The tea was already steeping, the steam rising from its spout. The cups were stacked carelessly and were threatening to lose balance due to Beatrix's carelessness when walking. Birdie stared at Church with indifference whilst Eater curled up for a nap. The change in environment had little to no affect on them, due to the fact that they were stupid and fat and had no say in the matter.

Beatrix began to unstrap her shoes, absentmindedly. "Afternoon, Comer," she told him with a giggle. As if she had been invited inside like a lady would have waited for. Beatrix Dark didn't care, however. She was an independent woman who didn't need no man. "Care for a spot of tea, or perhaps you're still uncertain about me?"

Church, who had been dozing lightly, bolted upright with eyes wide as someone kicked the door open. "What in the-" oh dear god Beatrix Dark. Of course. Who else would it be. Honestly it's not as if her kicking down the door was severely unexpected. Not to mention the singing at the top of her lungs and the fact that she threw, not one, but two cats onto his bed. The problems with having the bed closest to the door. Church really had no response to this. It was just so... so... Insane? Basically. How the hell did she even know he was in there? That was the scarier part of the entire thing. It wasn't as if Church announced to the entire school that he was going into his dorm. And he didn't recall anyone being in the common room when he came up. Well it didn't look like there was anyway out of this now. Although regardless of what Church previously thought, there was something oddly cute about her antics. In a psychotic sort of way.

"Afternoon, Comer. Care for a spot of tea, or perhaps you're still uncertain about me?"

"Uh, afternoon, Dark," he replied with a small smile as she sat down. "I'd love some." No he wasn't uncertain about her anymore. It seemed pretty clear cut that she was more or less off her rocker. Now all he was uncertain about was whether or not he wanted to be around her on a regular basis. She was cute after all... lively, definitely unpredictable. Affectionate. He could probably learn to deal with that. It wasn't the worst thing after all. "I like you're dress. It's pretty," he added politely.

Church glanced at the two cats she had dumped on his bed. One of them was simply continuing to stare at him in a rather creepy sort of way. But cats always did this, just stared at a person for ridiculous durations of time. The second simply curled up, as if it were going to sleep again. This too seemed rather normal. Even if it was in a completely different place than before.

"How did you know I was up here?" he asked in a very calm voice that belied his true surprise. Someone must have told her, after all.

Church looked surprised, oddly enough. Well, not oddly. But Beatrix smirked to herself. Church would have to get used to her, if they were to be superb, best friends. Besides, she had told him to expect her. She had told him. The boy couldn't honestly forget what she promised, could he? Then again, she did simply burst through his door. Beatrix suddenly realized the implications of this. What if she had the wrong dorm? What if he had another superb, best friend with him? What if he had been naked or half naked or getting undressed slowly with smooth jazz playing? Wait, what? Beatrix inwardly flinched. Wow, that's weird, what a ridiculous idea. That was not something she wished to think about, really. She simply wasn't the biggest fan of smooth jazz. Beatrix's eyes glided his bed up down, and upon noticing the only cats he owned were stuffed, she flicked a strand of pink over her shoulder and turned back to him. She was obviously satisfied with his layout. Beatrix enjoyed stuffed animals. In fact, they could join the tea party, if Church wished. Beatrix could simply duplicate the cups, temporarily. Oh my, that was a cute idea. With the array of plush that encircled Church, Beatrix had decided he was, indeed, best friend material. She always befriended boys who appreciated effeminate aspects and culture. Beatrix wondered if he'd let her braid his hair. Or paint his nails. But she was taking this one step at a time with him. He would be her superb, best friend yet.

With a flick of her heel, Beatrix's shoe plopped down, onto the floor, and she moved on to the next. Church smiled at her, politely, and greeted her back. She beamed at him, her hair glowing radiantly. Of course, this pleased her. He was being pleasant. Even though he was definitely surprised to see her, he was being pleasant. Church wasn't really the pleasant type, it seemed. Was she growing on him? Was she really going to make that dance team she yearned for? She kicked off her other shoe and swung both her legs onto the bed, stretching them out alongside Church's. Beatrix's tiny toenails were painted navy blue. She took great joy in this and wiggled her toes, staring at them with probably too much enthusiasm. Of course, she was fond of painted nails. She brought nail polish with her, though she almost always did. She had crimson, chartreuse, navy, aquamarine,  orchid, outer space, harmonic tan, lemon poundcake, and (her favorite) razzmatazz. Beatrix had a habit of calling her various hair colors by those names, but her hair was more so a "wild strawberry" than it was "razzmatazz." Which was a funny coincidence, since Beatrix tended to ominously smell like strawberries. She was like a scratch and sniff sticker... That disappointed kids whenever they thought they were getting "orange" they were still just getting "strawberry." Variety!

Church requested tea and Beatrix clapped her hands together. She sat up, on her knees, and began passing around the tea cups. One for Church, one for Birdie, one for Eater (who didn't even stir when she set the saucer on top of him), one for Beatrix, and... Suddenly, one for the stuffed cat beside Church and another for his unicorn. Wow, where'd those come from? Wow, magic. Beatrix poured cream into her cats' cups before giving her own cup a dollop. Birdie immediately stuck his paw into the cup, licked aimlessly at his pads, and repeated the process. Birdie wasn't the brightest cat. Beatrix giggled and bounced about with delight. Eater continued to not give a poop. Beatrix found extraordinary delight in everything her cats accomplished or failed to accomplish, and she would never make any attempt to control it. Cats were there when Beatrix was a lonely child, cats were there when she cried over her father's imprisonment, cats were there every night and every morning. They held a special meaning to her. Plus, gosh golly they were cutie patooties. After breaking her attention from the cats, she poured their tea and finally passed Church a glance with an air of indifference, as if she forgot he was there.

"I like your dress. It's pretty,"

Beatrix glanced down at the floral design she was currently donning. She answered his compliment with a smile and set the teapot aside. "Thank you, Church," she answered him, equally as polite as he had been. "Er, Mr. Comer, I mean," her eyes tore from him and stuck to his sheets, wide and unblinking from the courtliness. Beatrix clapped her hands together before gazing back up at him, "I like your bed. It's cheerful!" And that was always enough to be likable in Bea's eyes. She liked animals, obviously, and she liked soft things. And since Church had a stick up his buttocks, the fact that he was surrounded by such innocent objects of childlike whimsy... Well. Beatrix really liked that. A stern bloke with a soft side. Beatrix stretched out her legs again and smiled pleasantly at the boy before her, perhaps a newfound respect forming for him. She sipped her tea and her eyes flicked back to her cat, who was still dipping and licking his paw. "My daddy gave it to me, he did..." For a moment, her expression was stunned with a mixture of pain and embarrassment. Beatrix didn't like talking about her father to people she hardly knew. They didn't understand him. He was a monster and she was basically Frankenstein. She loved him, but the people wanted him burned. She smiled curtly, "Still fits me from second year..." Ouch, that hurt her to say. But her deranged grin never wavered.

"How did you know I was up here?"

If he assumed she was going to rat out the culprit, he was silly. Beatrix's smirk twitched and widened, on cue with her sudden influx of abnormality and belligerence. "I don't believe that is any of your concern," she told him, nonchalant, "If it was, you'd be much more concerned than you are currently concerned." She sipped her tea and set it down, along with its saucer. Her legs curved to the side and she leaned in, toward him. Honestly, there was no doubt she asked someone. It wasn't as if she was a creepy stalker. That was Razzy's job, and he kind of retired from that job, much to her disappointment. However, the idea of making Church uncomfortable and leaving him with an ambiguous answer was much more suiting to her tastes. Kind of. "I just asked around, silly," she told him. She was too honest for her own good. "Although... I guess I didn't know you'd be here. I just knew this was your dorm."

Remaining fairly expressionless, Church watched as the girl kicked her shoes off and hopped up onto his bed with him, stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes like a six year old. He only caught a glimpse of them, but he was surprised to see navy blue nail polish. Truth be told he had expected pink. Still, her legs weren't out long enough for him to gawk at them- not that he had been doing that or anything- before she curled them under herself and began serving tea in the most bizarre way possible. He sort of understood the one cat having a cup in front of it, but the other just let her set the cup upon its back and didn't move at all. And the fact that she duplicated the cups and gave them to two of his stuffed animals, Cake the cat and Lady Rainicorn the rainbow unicorn respectively, wasn't exactly something he figured she would do. But then again she did remind him of a little kid in some forms of her mentality and tea parties with stuffed animals was what adorable little girls that he loved so very much did. Honestly, he wished he could have a little girl. Oh well, that last thought probably wasn't inappropriate at all.

Church wasn't really sure why she liked his bed though. It was the standard one he'd slept on for seven years on and it was standard for the entire school. It was probably because she couldn't think of anything to compliment him on. Not that it mattered because he didn't really care for compliments anyways. Still, no reason to be rude. "Thanks," he replied. "And you can just call me Church. I'm not really fond of my last name." In actuality he hated it. He wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't changed it to hos mothers maiden name. Probably because he didn't want to be referred to as 'Church Williams'. Gracious his mother's maiden name made his skin crawl. "And I suppose it's good that it still fits. Saves you the trouble of having to find another cute dress." Well aren't we suave...

"Oh, right. Of course," Church responded flatly to the completely roundabout way she replied to him. Whatever, at least she was cute and did it in a cute and clever way. That, and the thought of her bursting through every door in the castle to find him was pretty adorable.

He watched the cat dip its paw in the cup and lick it clean for a while. Clearly it had done this before; it almost seemed to be hard wired in the animals brain. Of course, he wasn't exactly sure that cats wouldn't think to do that. He had never tried with Purrity when he was home. But then again, Purrity liked to think of herself as posh, and Church rarely saw her lick her paws.

Idly he took a sip from his tea... interesting, it was sweetened to his liking. Church wondered if this was just a witch thing, his mother made perfect tea too while he still needed add sugar himself. There must be some trick to it that he didn't know about. "So where did you get these cakes? Did you swing by the kitchens or did you make them yourself?"

Somehow he figured he knew the answer already.