[Lunch time]
[Her... Outfit?]

Beatrix was quite sure she was suppose to be at the Three Broomsticks earlier than the time she was sprinting down the sidewalk to get to it. Maybe she was wrong, but that didn't stop the small girl from shoving people out of her way and running at top speed in ridiculous high-heels. But could anyone blame her? It WAS Halloween and she WAS meeting up with a cute boy. Might as well look nice AND superfluous at the same time. That was simply Bea's nature. If it's not completely ridiculous, then she won't wear it! Well, usually.

She finally turned a sharp corner and barreled right down the street and flung herself at the door of the Three Broomsticks. No one was too surprised to see someone crashing into the entrance door's after they completely forgot that the door didn't open with violent shouting. She finally pushed it open and walked in with a pompous, model-like stride. No one noticed her. Her eyes darted around the room before she noticed something: Vincent Pennyapple was not there.

"Awh, crap. That was a waste of energy." She murmured, her arrogant stance finally falling into her usual tipsy-looking way. She walked up the bar after a few reluctant conversations with herself, which brought back frightening memories of the last time she was in the Three Broomsticks. Beatrix didn't quite understand what she was feeling. She wasn't often scared by simple things. She could be rather brave. But she blocked out her thoughts and ordered a butterbeer for herself. Beatrix sat down at an empty table, throwing her purse on it and setting down the untouched drink.

Then she remembered something very important for studying with Vincent... She didn't bring her books. "Oh, shiver me timbers!" Beatrix groaned before slamming her head on the table. She must have left them on her bedside and forgotten to pick them up before she left. Vincent would probably notice she forgot and think she's an idiot. Beatrix picked her head up and sighed, leaning her face onto her arm.

Vincent Pennyapple blinked at his own reflexion, running a hand through the back of his hair, somewhat lazily, but in a good-natured way. He wasn’t exactly an egotist, but he wasn’t particularly the overly-self-conscious type, either. He fell somewhere in between the two, and could easily flit in and out of such emotional roles in order to adjust to his surroundings. It came with the title of Youngest Child.

The pensive quality in his brown eyes never once hazed over as he stood there at the sink. His books sat on the ledge beside the basin, the rest of his school supplies rested safely in the depths of a suede shoulder satchel. A touch shabby, a touch sharp. He’d washed and dried his hands a full thirty seconds ago, and he wasn’t quite sure why was staring at himself, but there he was.

The door swung open, and Vincent’s eyes flitted away from the glass, back to reality. He wasn’t wearing a watch, but he knew he was late. He’d been late arriving, but he’d decided to hole up in the lavatory for a few minutes so as not to loiter with his books and needlessly bother the waitress. He wanted to be sure Beatrix was around before he ordered anything. And he didn’t feel like being chucked out for taking up table space and not spending good galleons. Or, er, sickles.

Smiling at the stranger who passed by him with something of a suspicious glance, Vincent nodded and headed out of the washroom before the door could stop its swinging. From the short, stuffy corridor he could see Beatrix’s eccentric silhouette. Which, like a clock’s pendulum, suddenly became headless. The Slytherin’s shoulders jerked slightly as he winced. He stopped watching her like some first-class creep, quickened his pace. With a hasty, fluid flick of his wrist and bend of his lanky limbs, he was sitting in the seat across from her, shoving his belongings into the vacant chair beside him.

“Are you alright? If you start bleeding on me, we’re not going to have a very fun Halloween... or a successful study break.” He grinned, watching her carefully, and pushed his book onto the table. Catching the eye of the nearest waitress, he politely asked for a butterbeer.

Just realized that November 1st is after the dance... I'll have to push it back before the dance, and I'll have to talk to the admins. xD

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Beatrix thought about taking a sip of her drink, but thoughts of the daiquiri she accidentally bought earlier that day crept into her taste buds and she wanted to puke. Even IF it was just a sip, it tasted awful. And not only that, but the dwelling thought of Vincent leaving her alone was making her nauseous, too. How stupid could she be to NOT bring the one thing necessary to study?

“Are you alright? If you start bleeding on me, we’re not going to have a very fun Halloween... or a successful study break.”

She immediately popped her head up and beamed at her new company. "Oh, Vincent! No, no! I'm great!" She giggled and perked up quite a bit. Bea took a sip of her drink and looked around, nervously, "Yeaahh... Study break... About that..." She sighed and pulled her purse closer to her and refrained from squealing and complimenting his face. How could she explain that she forgot her books? 'I was too busy thinking about you and your hotness that I sort of forgot'. Actually, that planned worked with Beatrix.

"I forgot my books..." Beatrix flinched and watched for Vincent's reaction. She expected him to get up and leave at any moment. But before he could do that, Beatrix turned on her nonexistent charm. "But... We could share, couldn't we? Why don't you come sit next to me?" She patted the seat next to her and tried to look as cute as possible. Which was quite hard, considering that Beatrix looked like something right out of a destroyed fashion magazine.

Even if she looked disastrous, she believed that what she was doing could possibly work. How hard could it be to seduce a boy to simply sit next to her and share a book? She wasn't AWFUL looking. And Vincent didn't seem to man the harpoons when he saw her. Beatrix felt quite pretty around him, in fact. Her cheeky smile soon fell into place and she giggled once more. If she did things right, Vincent probably wouldn't hex her or throw her into a wall like the other boys their age.

Bipolar Beatrix? But hey, she was never boring. Vincent raised a brow, smiling amusedly. One minute she was down, the next bright and cheerful. And apparently more keen on drinks than hardback books.

“You forgot?” He asked, sounding wounded. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but then smiled. “We could share, yeah... but you know what? It’s Halloween and I don’t really feel like studying, anyway. Maybe we could just... hang out for a bit? Hit the books afterward?” He gestured with a nod toward her drink, just in time for his own butterbeer to arrive. He thanked the waitress quietly, offering up a polite smile.

Moving around the table to sit beside her, and bringing the book with him just for appearances (not that he really cared), Vincent set it down again between them and took a closer look at the girl. Making sure there were no bruises or blood. He wouldn’t put it past her, somehow, to have accidentally banged her head so hard that she’d given herself a concussion. It would put even the most authentic Halloween costumes to shame. And put Beatrix Dark in the hospital wing.

And all of this thought on costumes reminded him...

“Have you got a costume for tonight?” And by costume, he hadn’t really meant costume. His eyes stayed on hers, as if he thought she might try to trick him, and his fingers reached for the book, wiggling in between two pages near the middle, and opening it on its spine.

“You forgot?”

Beatrix immediately felt like the dumbest person in the world. Vincent's tone made her want to vomit blood and she could hardly even bear herself. She was an awful, awful person and deserved to die. Of course, Beatrix was simply melodramatic and had the tendencies to be quite ill in the head. She bit her lip and nodded, she had forgotten. And she was sorry.

“We could share, yeah... but you know what? It’s Halloween and I don’t really feel like studying, anyway. Maybe we could just... hang out for a bit? Hit the books afterward?”

"That sounds good!" Beatrix chimed, all of her thoughts of throwing herself out the window completely disappearing, "I'm glad you're not angry with me... I would have brought them, but I was thinking too much about getting here on time and... I'm sorry." Beatrix nervously giggled and took a sip of her drink. She couldn't believe how ridiculous she was acting. It was just a boy, Beatrix knew that Vincent would understand that she was preoccupied. It wasn't that she forgot about him; Of course not! She was the one who got there first, after all.

She watched as Vincent rounded the table and she became very excited. Yay! A boy who didn't think she was a freak! Beatrix smiled, brightly, at him before edging slightly closer and sniffing his hair so they could talk without being rudely eavesdropped on. This wouldn't be a problem if Beatrix hadn't been so easy to hear Devlin and Knox talking the last time she set foot in the Three Broomsticks.

“Have you got a costume for tonight?”

"Oh, yeah! I do!" Beatrix nodded, "I'm going as a fairy... Just like every other girl in the whole school." She giggled, knowing that she was telling the truth. Her original costume was going to be a sailor, but once she heard the theme she wasn't quite sure what to be. Since she couldn't be "Erin Harper: The Swamp Man" she settled on a fairy. It was easier, anyways, to just wear glitter and wings.

Beatrix sipped her butterbeer once more before speaking again, "What are you going as?" She gave him a smile. She was guessing a model lost in a forest. Wearing nothing but a loincloth. Well, Beatrix could dream all she wanted, nothing was really stopping her.

Vincent chuckled, pleased and relieved-- and humored-- that she was so quick to agree to his casual suggestion. They were good students. Bright. They could save the books for a less eventful day.

“Angry with you?” He quirked a brow. “I’m not a Ravenclaw, Beatrix. No offense.” He winked, drawing his elbows from the table, and leaning into his chair with ease. “Don’t worry, I don’t get mad over things like that.” Not always, anyway. And certainly not in the company of someone who made him smile-- perhaps it was the pink hair, or maybe just her personality, which seemed to buzz around more quickly and fiercely than any other ‘bee’ he’d witnessed.

Being a teenaged boy, though, he wasn’t entirely as smooth as, say, his oldest brother. He didn’t notice Beatrix’s fishing expedition, her subtle investigation of his shampoo or cologne or whatever it was that girls evaluated with their femme fatale (metaphorical) bag of tricks.

“There are loads of types of fairies,” he offered. And he had no doubt that Beatrix Dark the forest fairy would be as unique as Beatrix Dark the Ravenclaw was on any other day. Besides, he reminded himself, she had a bit of extra magic at her disposal: metamorphing. “Like snowflakes, no two are alike... or so I hear.” He shrugged, giving her a smile that clearly said ‘I like that idea’ if not in so many words.

“Me?” He took a sip of buttbeer, leaning forward again as if pondering what he already knew. “Oh, you know, nothing too wild... just an escaped Azkaban convict.” In fact, now that he was sitting here with Beatrix, he was struck with a rather ridiculous(ly mushy) idea. If cons on the loose could be particularly romantic.

He shifted a bit in his seat, bottle in one hand, his opposite arm resting on the table. He faced her more carefully, well aware of their closeness. “Who are you going with? McAdams?”

Once Vincent began to laugh that adorable laugh, she settled down from being incredibly insane (Even if that really is a given) and relaxed her straight poise. Not that Beatrix lazed around and slouched all the time, she just attempted to make herself look less tensed, even if she walked and held herself like an epileptic drunk.

“I’m not a Ravenclaw, Beatrix. No offense.”

Beatrix gave him a sly look, "What's that suppose to mean?" Her lips curved into a smile, "How hypocritical of a Slytherin to say." She gently leaned her head into her palm once more and hesitantly refrained from staring too much.

“Don’t worry, I don’t get mad over things like that.”

"Well, that's one Pennyapple..." Beatrix let out and she immediately felt bad, "Well... I just mean I've heard things... Not that I expect them from you-" She let her brow collapse and she thought for a minute about what she was saying, "Forget I've said anything. Hi, I'm Beatrix Dark." She folded her hands and placed them down on the table, arms stretched out.

Beatrix's nerves continuously tensed the more she talked. She was acting ridiculous. She sighed and gave Vincent her best smile, pretending nothing had just happened and that she wasn't being awkward company.

“There are loads of types of fairies,... Like snowflakes, no two are alike... or so I hear.”

With a comfortable smirk, Bea nodded, "That's true... And I really doubt anyone will have my dress." She ran her fingers through her bright hair, "Don't tell anyone... But my dress is meant to be worn by a twelve year old." She giggled, nervously, and glanced over at Vincent. He seemed to actually like Bea's lack of creativity for the most part. "Thanks, anyways... I didn't exactly get anyone's perspective on my idea, but I'm glad you like it," She bit her lip before drinking some more of her drink, "Though I really did want to be a swamp monster named Erin Harper." Bea then realized she never told him that's who she wanted to be in the first place. But she didn't exactly care.

“Oh, you know, nothing too wild... just an escaped Azkaban convict.”

"Ooh." Beatrix beamed, "That's so neat!" She bounced in her chair and giggled. Why hadn't SHE thought of that? Most likely because she didn't think about Azkaban and prisoners all that willingly. But still!? She wasn't exactly jealous of Vincent's creativity, just really excited about how cute he would look. Beatrix hoped to Merlin that whoever he was going with wouldn't notice, also.

“Who are you going with? McAdams?”

This caused Beatrix to shift in her seat, just as Vincent had done. "I- Well... No." She shook her head, "To my understanding, Zee is going with some Maeve person, and I don't exactly have a date..." Bea sighed and squirmed a bit more, "So, yeah... I'm going with me, myself, and I." She gave him a silly grin and let it fade, slowly. They WERE a bit close... But Beatrix really did prefer it that way. How else could she catch glances at his hair follicles?

Feigning innocence, he shrugged. “It just means... I love reading, but I don’t get uptight about study schedules.” There, that didn’t sound so insulting, did it? Er... “Not that you, do, either, but some of your housemates.” His mouth posed a crooked shrug of a smile, matching his shoulders. Surely she would understand.

But it seemed each was fumbling with words, trying not to insult the other, but to also keep the banter alive.

He chuckled and made an expression that seemed to say don’t worry. “My brothers, they’re as ambitious as anyone. I can’t blame them, but I think I’m a little less...” Dark? Ironically, he was about to say it to Beatrix Dark. “Less.”

Offering a hand at her sudden introduction, he added, “Vincent Pennyapple. Are you sure we haven’t met?” The boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously, as if recalling a memory much older than he. “Way back in the day, when we were kids and the only place to study was under trees.” A wistful sigh escaped him, and he took another long sip of Butterbeer.

He, too, doubted that anyone would have Beatrix’s dress. If her daily wardrobe and loud hair had anything to say about it. “Don’t tell anyone,” he mocked her, “But my costume is illegal.” Sort of.

A swamp monster named after Erin, huh? “Must be some special guy...” Oh, and Vincent’s longtime roommate. Somehow, he’d failed to catch any drama that had gone on between Erin Harper and Beatrix Dark. Was there a story to tell? “Mind elaborating?” Innocent enough.

Grinning like an idiot for reasons unknown to himself, Vincent felt a sort of tug in his tummy, a glowing happiness that Beatrix seemed to like the idea of his costume. He was glad, and he didn’t know why. (Actually, he did, for the most part. Know why.)

Zoey and Maeve? That couldn’t end well. “Some Maeve person,” he laughed. “Don’t let her catch you saying that.”

But, he found, he was relieved to hear this, however dangerous a couple the two seventh years might have made.

“A fairy can’t go with herself,” he offered, frowning. He leaned back in his hair and rubbed his youthful chin. “I don’t have a date, and I’ll need someone to help me with the punch.” He lifted his palms. “Handcuffs, you know?” Smooth. “So... do you want to go with me?”

“Not that you, do, either, but some of your housemates.”

Beatrix nodded, knowingly. That was very true... She could nearly remember a fellow Ravenclaw getting snippy with Beatrix for slamming her history book to the floor. That student may have been Waker Nolan... Who probably just got snippy since Bea had slammed her history book to the floor in the quiet sanctuary of the library. "It's fine, Vincent." She smiled and shrugged, wishing to get comfortable with him and to stop making awkward conversation.

“My brothers, they’re as ambitious as anyone. I can’t blame them, but I think I’m a little less... Less.”

She sighed in relief. If she had been in Vincent's place, she'd probably pick a fight with herself. Which would be quite the interesting sight. "No offense to your family..." She grinned, innocently, "You're just definitely not like them..." She shifted uncomfortably, trying all her might not to say anything wrong.

"I think you're fine they way you are, anyways..." She grinned, Beatrix simply wished to add that even though neither of them had said otherwise. She twiddled her thumbs and looked away from the boy's face. How deliciously awkward.

“Vincent Pennyapple. Are you sure we haven’t met? Way back in the day, when we were kids and the only place to study was under trees."

Beatrix giggled sweetly and shook his hand. "I'm sure I'd remember the likes of you!" She tilted her head and gave him a sincere smile. Beatrix, too, sighed and took a sip of her drink. Beatrix was quite comfortable with Vincent now... Even though the silly feeling she had was making everything uneasy. However, she was determined to make the day go by nice and smooth... Which Vincent seemed to be helping her with.

“Don’t tell anyone, but my costume is illegal.”

She chuckled a bit more before shrugging, "I think it's a good costume..." Beatrix bit her lip, "I guess if it's so illegal, I can probably stuff you away in my dorm... Hiding convicts is a specialty of mine." She chuckled some more before setting her hands down into her lap.

“Must be some special guy...”

Beatrix shook her head, quickly, "No, no. Not special in anyway..." She told Vincent before sipping her drink, casually, "He's just very slimy... And awful." Bea could nearly recall telling Vincent that's how Devlin Matthews was... Or was he a rat? Same thing, really. She couldn't stand either of them and neither could they stand Beatrix. All her enemies were practically boys... Besides Kit Branwell, but Bea still considered her a man.

“Don’t let her catch you saying that.”

Bea shrugged, innocently, "At least, I believe that's who Zee told me he wanted to go with... I'm not going to doubt how well he handles ladies." She giggled a bit before adding, "Plus, I really have no clue who she is... I think I've seen her around school, but if it's who I'm thinking of... She reminds me of Neely Woolfolk." Beatrix didn't have anything against Neely... Besides the fact that she tortured Sasha all the time. Other than that, Neely had nice clothes and a neat-o name. But she was still stuck-up and snotty. It was pretty much a love/ respect/hate viewpoint.

“A fairy can’t go with herself,”

“I don’t have a date, and I’ll need someone to help me with the punch. Handcuffs, you know?”

Beatrix's heart immediately jolted and her eyes scanned Vincent's face. What was he getting at? What was he about to say? Beatrix bit her lip and let her hair fall into the bright purple color that had been urging to break through her pink locks. She crossed her fingers and hoped that he was about to ask the question that she had been dreaming of for the past few weeks. She was too busy watching for what he was going to say, she forgot to laugh at his silly joke and make herself look cute. She just kind of looked like a creeper staring at him real closely.

“So... do you want to go with me?”

"Yes!" Beatrix immediately shouted, then quickly toned herself down, "I mean... Yeah, sure... Yes. I will. Of course. I can't wait. Ohhh..." She shook a little bit before throwing herself onto Vincent and hugging him like a mad woman. "I'm sorry, but I'm just so excited!" She chimed and pulled herself away, "I think you're the first guy to ever ask me out that wasn't an over controlling scallywag! Well... You're the only other guy to ask me out besides the over controlling scallywag... Oh, whatever!" Beatrix waved a hand in the air, "I just can't wait until tonight!"

“I’m more like them than you think,” he murmured. He looked down with a clam smile and then back up at her. “My family.” But then he was also very different. “Not too terribly similar, though,” he agreed. After all, he’d been the one to make the distinction.

And apparently Beatrix didn’t think it was a bad one. Vincent’s brow quirked just slightly; something in his dark eyes seemed to brighten.

“Do you really hide many convicts?” He challenged, unaware of her family ordeal. “Are you pulling a Harry Potter on us?” He supposed if anyone could do it, a Metamorphmagus was the girl for the job.

Curious about the history there, between the bright and chirpy, but definitely individualistic Ravenclaw, Vincent mulled over signs of his longtime roommate being, quote, “slimy.” While there was no physical evidence to support, he found himself inclined to take Beatrix’s word for it. At least until further investigation brought the truth to the table. How well did she know Erin, exactly? It was slightly unsettling, actually. Something flopped in Vincent’s stomach, and he quickly took a smooth sip of butterbeer, calming his insides. Appearing ever casual.

Still chuckling, he was glad no sign of Maeve or her femme fatale friends gave them cause to duck and cover. “Well, she’s a looker, I’ll give him that.” But she wasn’t Vincent’s... type. Certainly, she was extremely pretty. But almost too pretty. Almost as if you couldn’t trust her. Vincent found his attention caught up with the deviances, the ones who offered new surprise at every corner. Who became even prettier over time, and not just scary.

Not that Beatrix wasn’t obviously beautiful. She was. In fact, she was quite eye-catching in many a way. But Vincent felt like she was the kind of beautiful one could explore, and take time doing so. Which, of course, he didn’t dare say aloud. Not now.

“Right. Woolfolk.” He understood the comparison. Neely was a mini-Maeve, only she had less of a bite and a far more annoying bark.

Noting the sudden change in her hair, there was also a change... in the air? Vincent was momentarily distracted from reading Beatrix’s face as his eyes wondered to her purple locks.

He felt himself jump a bit at her shout, and was sure for the briefest moment he’d been yelled at. Actually, he had been yelled out... but it was good news. She seemed overly eager, and he couldn’t help the stupid grin that found itself planted on his face. As if his brain were having a nap, and had nothing to do with controlling his expressions. “Right,” he said, dopey grin looking like a boyish shrug. “Right-- great. Brilliant. I’ll see you tonight?”

But it now sounded as if he was making his exit. Blinking and shaking his head, he raised the butter beer to his lips again. “I mean-- again. After our study break which isn’t a study break.” Clarification. He laughed at her excitement and his own feverish shock at having his offered accepted so readily. Had a girl like this, with so much on her mind and so many words passing her lips really had bad luck with guys? It wouldn’t have surprised Vincent in the least if she’d punched a good number of them to show them a piece of Beatrix Dark. He couldn’t imagine any unfortunate ‘over controlling’ soul lasting too long with such an opinionated little pixie. But now that same ball of fire with fiery hair to boot was going to be Vincent’s date, and he was very pleased, whatever the other Slytherins might say. Who cared? They were going to have a ball.

“I’ll, er, meet you in the Great Hall, then?” Did that seem appropriate? Ravenclaw tower was on opposite ends of the castle. Vincent wasn’t even sure where the entrance was, exactly, even if he’d passed it on Prefect rounds once or twice. “And-- what color hair should I be looking for?” He asked, grinning.

“I’m more like them than you think,”

Beatrix gave an innocent shrug and smile, "I'm sure I'll learn over time..." But it was something Bea wouldn't mind learning. Sure, the Pennyapples were known to be wise-cracking jerks, but that never stopped Beatrix from crushing on all of them, basically. The only difference was that she didn't exactly go for the Quidditch players and Atticus threatened her enough that she had backed off from him a long time ago. Vincent, however, didn't deserve that suffering. Approaching him like a normal person was Bea's first ever attempt to show that he wasn't like the other poor saps she fell for.

And not to mention, Beatrix wanted to stay with Vincent. What made him so different? Beatrix couldn't place her finger on it. She could think of mushy answers to it... What made him so different? Everything. But, again, Beatrix didn't know him too well. She could merely hope she was right.

“Do you really hide many convicts? Are you pulling a Harry Potter on us?”

However, the sick irony was that Beatrix didn't know about her hiding father just yet. Even then, she could simply laugh it off and play it as a joke... But why lie to him? Once Beatrix came face to face with her father the next day, she would eventually have to tell Vincent...

"Loads. In fact, I'm hiding so many convicts in my dorm that I don't actually even have dormmates. Megan Ruiz? More like, Megan "Man-Eater" Ruiz." Of course, Megan was quite pretty, she was taking the term more literal. But Beatrix let out a small laugh and shrugged, "I'd be willing to smuggle you, no problem!"

The mention of Erin seemed to make Vincent a little... Uneasy it seemed. Which made Bea uneasy. Did that ass tell Vincent about their get-together? "Well..." She murmured, reluctantly opening her mouth. Might as well come clean... No. Beatrix wouldn't dare ruin something so great. "I'm sorry..." She breathed, "Is he a friend of yours?" Beatrix bit her lip, feeling like complete and utter shit.

“Well, she’s a looker, I’ll give him that.”

Bea's eyebrows shot up. Maeve was a looker in Vincent's standards? Then what was Bea? Maeve was friends with her sister, Bella, but Beatrix could never find herself to talk to the girl. Not out of fear... Just lack of interest. Maeve seemingly disliked Bea for no reason, anyhow. No matter if she was best friends with Zee, or that she was like her sister in so many ways people didn't understand. Yes, Beatrix was a goody-goody... But when she's with the right people, she has capabilities that no one would imagine.

"Sure." Beatrix gave Vincent a silly, almost sarcastic, smile. People could think what they wanted about Maeve, she was just like every other Slytherin girl. But Beatrix wasn't going to judge anyone for thinking she was pretty-- Even though Bea thought Maeve's looks were kind of dull and she had flat hair.

“Right-- great. Brilliant. I’ll see you tonight? I mean-- again. After our study break which isn’t a study break.”

Beatrix gave Vincent a rather large, silly smile. "Of course!" She giggled, though she wasn't exactly laughing at him. She was just giddy from being even near the boy. She wouldn't expect Vincent Pennyapple to ask her out, no sir. Did he feel the same as she did? Of course, Beatrix was a teenage girl, therefore she expressed herself much easier. Even still... The silly, queasy feeling in her gut was so amazing to the petite girl.

“I’ll, er, meet you in the Great Hall, then? And-- what color hair should I be looking for?”

"Yes! That sounds good! Yeah, good, mhm..." She shut herself up and smiled at Vincent, the feeling in her stomach twisting around. It was the best way to do it, after all. She didn't expect Vincent to climb up all those stairs just to climb back down with a giddy Ravenclaw. She tilted her head and let out a small, squeaky laugh, "Just look for the girl with the pink hair, of course."

Vincent quirked a brow. That news was... well, news. To him, at least. He’d never seen a roommate of Beatrix’s so much as place a toe out of life. Perhaps it was why he rarely noticed them. Bea, on the other hand, while not exactly a troublemaker, was all-around eye-catching.

Vincent shrugged. “We’re not close, but I don’t have him?” He said, posing it more like a question. Erin was one of the more tolerable roommates, he supposed. But if Beatrix hated him, perhaps there were a few stories he had yet to hear about the Harper boy. “Did you two have a nasty duel or something?” Hopefully not between their own favorite trees! That was Vincent’s territory...

“Not my type, though,” he added quickly, in reference to the high-maintenance girl. “I like... quirky girls.” He smiled coyly.

He laughed, and leaned more comfortably into his chair, now fully enjoying the surprising lack of studying. But sometimes there were more important things than being brainy. Like flirting.

Beatrix’s enthusiasm made him feel more calm, more sure of himself. It was good to know, too, that even Halloween costumes, metamorphing, and identical twins couldn’t keep him from tracking down his date that night. They were really going together, then. It was settled... and exciting. “How about we carry our butterbeers down to Honeydukes?” He suggested, pulling enough gold out of his pocket to cover both drinks, and placing it on the table. He pushed his book into his back and reached for his scarf.

“Did you two have a nasty duel or something?”

Beatrix bit her lip and thought about how to answer that question. She'd rather it be a duel than what it was, simply so she could feel better about it. Then again, kissing was a fun pastime of Bea's. "Yes," she said, simply, "We couldn't seem to beat one another... Even though that idiot will probably say he won. He didn't, I assure you," lying was another of her fun pastimes. Though she wasn't going to lie any more than she did to Vinnie just then.

“I like... quirky girls.”

Oh really now? A cutesy smile spread across Bea's face. The quirky girls were the best, anyways. A dull girl like Maeve would supply a boy with all his... Desires... But will never entertain them like a giggly girl like Beatrix. Who doesn't please anyone but herself, so Vinnie's "desires" could go to hell! "And I like the more intelligent boys," Beatrix assured him. Sure, muscles were great to look at (and feel, don't forget feel!) but all in all, if a guy wasn't smart, he wasn't worth Bea's time. Of course, it'd help if they were as smooth as Vincent. Leon Monroe wasn't so fun to talk to with his constant awkward silences and judging of Beatrix.

She leaned in a bit closer to Vincent, definitely feeling that she would be welcome to his personal space. Flirting with him was much more enjoyable than studying (Though she still wished she brought her book with her). This wasn't something Bea said often, being a lover of books and all that was nerdy, and Vincent was probably the only person that would get Bea to admit that. Zoey and Bea were always brewing potions together and reading up on completely dangerous spells, and Bellatrix didn't like reading in general.

However, being with Vincent, she didn't really care about anything else. This fact made Beatrix quite pleased. She needed to get away from things every once in a while.

“How about we carry our butterbeers down to Honeydukes?”

Beatrix watched as Vinnie paid for her drink and parted her lips to argue with him... But why bother? She didn't want to pay for it! Did guys always pay for things like that? "Oh, sure!" Beatrix quickly piped up. Honeydukes was her favorite place to go, after all. "Did you know they sell muggle candy there now? Really interesting, huh? Muggles make the weirdest things..." Beatrix grabbed her purse and let one leg dangle down from the chair, waiting for Vinnie's lead. She looked down at her lower half... Her legs looked nice today! But she smoothed out her skirt after she realized how provocative that all must have looked. She didn't want Vinnie thinking she was easy, now did she?