[Roxie's Outfit]

The Three Broomsticks on Hogsmeade weekend wasn't as crowded as Madam Puddifoot's. Roxanne had passed by that little tea shop and was absolutely disgusted by all of the snogging! How could anyone want the tongue of another person that far in their mouth? With a shudder, she had pressed on to the little pub that was open to the Hogwarts student body and pushed the door open. Thankfully, most of the students were at Madam Puddifoot's which meant she could enjoy a relaxed afternoon sitting at a table watching other people.

"Three butterbeers, please," she told the bartender and handed over the required amount of money.

It was a great day to be people watching. She could be in the common room trying to catch up on homework, but that was boring. Why not do bits of it here and watch people while she was it? She hadn't brought books or anything; Roxanne figured she didn't need them. Pulling out a simple notebook to write notes in and a quill, the third year leaned over the paper and wrote a single word. "Bleh." Her eyes flicked upward to the group of fourth year friends sitting at the table in front of hers. They were laughing about a joke one of the boys had just made. Typical.

She reached over, opened one of the butterbeers, added the cork to her pocket, and sipped it. Her body leaned back in the seat to relax, still watching the group. They didn't notice she was watching them and if they were to look at her, she'd pretend to be spacing out staring at the ceiling. Once or twice, she could hear them giggling and pointing at her whenever she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. They were probably making fun of her radish earrings. They were a novelty and she liked them. When they went back to talking about the upcoming classes for next week, Roxanne looked back down and watched them while she played idly with one of the radishes dangling from her earlobe. Yeah. Today was a great day for people watching.

Outfit

Ivory had headed into Hogsmeade for one of the weekends, she had hoped to buy some art supplies and send off a package to her mother for her birthday. While in the little town, she decided to head to the Three Broomsticks. She was in the mood for some nice butterbeer while she looked through some of the recent photos she had snapped the last few weeks. Thankfully she had managed to get them developed thanks to the little dark room the RoR had proved her.

Pushing the door open she looked around inside. Ignoring the group of boys that seemed busy laughing at a Hufflepuff in the corner. She frowned at the boys and then quickly hexed the one that seemed to be the leader in his backside. When he turned around to see who had dared such a thing she glared at him. “Go chill outside. Or go find someone that actually thinks your cute enough to give a damn” She spoke out, causing the group of boys to gasp at her. Usually Ivie was the quite wall flower around the school, among others.

Moving past them she grabbed two butterbeers for herself and went over to where the girl was. Standing holding her beers and trying to make sure her bag wouldn't slip from her shoulder. “I would offer a drink but I see you have quite a few already. Names Ivory. Hey don't we have classes together?” It was clear Ivory was trying to extend some olive branch she felt needed to be held out.

A girl entered. It wasn't surprising as many students came in for a drink just like the two that had preceded her and sat at the bar trying to bribe the bartender into giving them alcohol underage. The threat of sending a note to their parents shut them up real quick and the girls had scooted away, disappointed, to sit at a table and put their heads in close to gossip. The girl that had entered, however, was recognized as the girl she sat by in Care of Magical Creatures and among other classes. A brief glance at her was given before she looked back to the gossiping girls, taking a casual sip of her butterbeer. They giggled excitedly, though one of them seemed a lot more eager about her tale than the others. Roxanne didn't turn back to the Ravenclaw until she heard a hex being fired; the girl had defended her where it was not necessary. Many defended parties would have been impressed or, in rare cases, upset. Not Roxanne. She was grateful, but it had been unnecessary.

The girl came over and sat down, immediately jumping into conversation as if there was a rush. Words came out of her like a babbling brook which only drew the horse-faced girl's slow perusal. Roxanne cared little for the latest fashion so her scrutiny of the girl's outfit was pure curiosity. Did the jewels around her neck have meaning? The watch on her wrist must have meant she kept to a schedule. The Ravenclaw accessories and shirt gave the Hufflepuff the impression that she was either proud of her house or had nothing to wear. Jeans. The blue eyes stared at the denim pants to admire them, a sincere smile of approval coming over her face. They would certainly be friends. Her gaze rose to peer at the girl that seemed to be waiting for an answer to her question which Roxanne indeed heard while she had been making guesses or hunches as to the girl's type of personality. The smile played on.

"Yeah, we do," her answer was as drawn out as her face. The Hufflepuff was rarely in a hurry; she was lazy and therefore against being rushed, even in her speech. "My name is Roxanne. Would you like one?"

Grabbing one of her unopened extras, she slid it across the smooth surface of the table towards Ivory. Roxanne mused on the name. Her mother had named her after a muggle song. What must have Ivory's parents named her after? Could it have been the color? Her mind eased along the track of hypothesis as to why the girl's parents had named her that, but she also observed. She watched her classmate's movements in the same way that a member of a large social group studied another to better know what they were like. She didn't out-right stare at her, no, that would be creepy. Roxanne's eyes would brush over the girl to watch her when she moved and then turn to the butterbeer she sipped on. The teenager had to be careful about how she watched people and do it subtly lest she make them uncomfortable and left.

"Dreary day, don't you think?" The weather wasn't much of a topic, but it was an awkward conversation that not many people wanted to discuss. This always gave Roxanne an opportunity to better grasp a person's conversational habits and what they were comfortable or uncomfortable with. "I s'pose I should say 'thanks' for hexing that boy, though I knew what they were doing. It doesn't bother me. They were laughing at my earrings."

Roxanne turned her head the slightest and tapped one of her radish earrings so that it bounced and bobbled like a cork on water from her earlobe. She gave the girl a sunny smile and faced her fully again. The Hufflepuff readjusted herself in her seat so that she could be more relaxed, inwardly wishing that she could proper her feet up on the table. Patience was her game and she could wait forever for the girl to start off a topic of her own. Listening to people was one of Roxanne's many talents and she enjoyed it when people talked more than she did.