A break from the Wizarding world.. sort of

It was a dreary day in London, the skies were overcast, but it hadn't yet started to rain. A distant rumble of thunder showed that it would soon though. Chase sat under an umbrella at a cute little internet cafe, sipping some tea. She wasn't that far from the entrance to Diagon Alley, in fact she could see people enter and leave the pub, but she had decided that a little excursion into the muggle world might be good for her. Although somehow she couldn't leave it completely behind, seeing as she could still see Diagon Alley from her sitting position. Chase leaned back in her chair and sighed. Most of the people who came to this cafe were inside, seeing as it looked like it would rain. But Chase didn't really have a problem with rain, well she should, but she didn't. It wasn't the rain's fault her family had been murdered.

Taking another long drink of her tea she breathed in deep. It felt nice, not being in a crowded pub, or being able to see Hogwarts right over her head. It was like she couldn't stay away from a place that was completely protected, she hated being alone now a days, and just needed to be somewhere full of people, and light and color. She smiled and reached out for her drink, stirring it absentmindedly, she watched people go by. People watching, it seemed like an odd sport, but she enjoyed it. Some people were just to weird.. Glancing around she sighed and stood up, grabbing her purse and putting her sunglasses over her head, she threw down some muggle money and walked down the street.

Suddenly a cat flew in front of Chase, and she stumbled to avoid it, falling in the process. Her bag went flying, and the contents spilled out onto the street, lipstick tubes, and tissues, her wallet, and some extra makeup all rolled out of the bag to find a hiding spot. Chase yelped and sat on her hands and knees for a moment. "Ouch.." She muttered, sitting back on her toes to stare at her hands, which were now slightly bloody. "Great.." She sighed and pulled her glasses up from her eyes and held back her hair with them. "Just great.." She got up gingerly, feeling the scrapes on her knees as well, as she went to search for her things that had fallen out of her purse.

There was something about coffee that made Calvin even clumsier and awkward than usual. Perhaps it was the massive amount of caffeine that was mixed into the drink, or maybe the fact that Calvin was both athletically challenged and socially awkward had nothing to do with coffee at all, and it was simply coincidence that it got worse whenever Calvin had a Styrofoam cup of the piping hot liquid held in one hand.

Now, Calvin would have been able to claim that he had, for the first time since the young man had been born, actually avoided injuring himself or someone else for five entire hours, until he ran into a female when he had been on his way down the street. First the female tripped, and then Calvin tripped over her, and from that point on it was all Calvin’s fault. He tumbled over the girl and landed on the hard ground. He had spilled his steaming hot coffee all over himself in the process, and all he could do was lay there on his back, on the ground as the liquid soaked into his shirt, his hooded jacket, and then the jacket he was wearing on top of that jacket. “Owe…” Calvin groaned quietly, “Owe…Owe, Owe, Owe, Owe, Owe!” he continued, his voice getting louder with each ‘owe’ until he was eventually howling.

Calvin pushed himself up off of the ground quickly and jumped up and down a couple of times, shouting like a wounded puppy, as if it would magically stop the burning if he did so. “Call the ambulance! Call the fire department!” he shouted and fell back to the ground, painfully landing on his back once more, “I’m dying! My gold fish, I never told him how much I loved him…” he added, not realizing how foolish he sounded with each word that leapt from his tongue.

After tripping, she suddenly felt someone trip over her! She yelped in pain and spun around to see a guy with hot coffee steaming on his chest, and he was literally yelling out in pain. Causing quite the scene. Pulling out her wand, she muttered under her breath, and pointed to her purse and stuff that had fallen out. It all appeared in a little pile by her feet and she bent down, shoving her things into her bag before jumping up and grabbing the man's arm. "Sir! Sir! Are you ok?" She said staring at the hot coffee that had spilled on his shirt. "Oh.. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to trip you!" She said fanning his shirt in an attempt to cool down the coffee faster. "But you can't scream like that.. people are staring!" She said and glanced over her shoulder at the people around them.

Laughing awkwardly, she grabbed the man's hand and pulled him off. "Please.. let me buy you a new coffee, it's all my fault you tripped." She said pulling out a small wad of relatively large bills. "I am so sorry, My name is Chase, Chase Moor." She said looking up at him and smiling lightly. He almost seemed familiar, and she was quite sure she had seen him around before. Maybe she had just seen him while she was people watching, but she was sure she had seen him elsewhere. "You.. erm.. don't happen to know how I can get to the Leaky Cauldron?" She asked her eyes wide. If it was a muggle, well, he wouldn't know where the Leaky Cauldron was now would he? If he wasn't.. well he might point her to it, and she'd know he was a wizard!

“So? People stare at me all the time,” he said with an expression of surprise; he really was an oblivious fellow sometimes….

Calvin allowed the teenager to pull him to his feet and fan his shirt as he stood there and pouted like a five-year-old who had just been told that his favorite TV show was to be canceled, though it was an amusing expression at the same time. He listened to her as she offered to buy him another coffee, and his frown was instantly replaced by one of excitement, even if his skin beneath his soaked shirt was still on fire, “Any flavor?” he asked- almost squealed- and grinned.

“Chase? Calvin. You can call me Cal though, because it’s shorter and easier to remember. Ouch, I think I have third-degree burn, but at least I get another coffee!” Calvin spoke each word so quickly that it was almost as if someone had pushed some button on him that put him into hyper-drive. He bent over and grabbed his glassed, which had fallen off of his face and landed on the ground when he had tripped, and slid the black-rimmed spectacles up his nose until they were fixed crookedly in front of his eyes as usual.

“Oh! You’re a witch!” he exclaimed, only to cover his mouth quickly with his hands after speaking, knowing that it had been a mistake to shout such things so loudly in an area with so many muggles around. “Your being a witch for Halloween… that’s so cool…” Calvin corrected himself, trying to make up for his mistake, but even he realized what a pathetic attempt that had been, and laughed afterwards….

…Calvin’s laugh sounded like that of a child’s.

“No, but I do know where the Leaky Cauldron is- I do, I swear!” he answered her with a lopsided grin that made him look even more like a fool- but in an extremely amusing way.

Chase's eyebrows went up when he said people stared at him all the time. She looked rather surprised, but almost delighted at his enthusiasm. How long had it been since she had had someone who talked almost as much as she did? She couldn't remember! Chase felt almost like she was talking to a little kid though "Erm, yeah any flavor." She said giggling slightly. He had to be older then her though.. but, he acted like a child! It was almost scary in a way, but also deeply amusing as his excitement grew about coffee. "I don't think that's such a good idea.. Cal.." She said and giggled again. "I don't think you need any more caffeine.." She glanced up at him as he put his glasses on and then laughed again, pulling her bag more securely on her shoulder.

The glasses had just pulled the entire kid look together, except that he was extremely cute, and absolutely adorable. Chase yelped when he said your a witch, and people stared. He covered it up so lamely, Chase burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand to keep herself from making him feel bad with how hard she was laughing. "Are you always like this Calvin?" She asked giggling hard, her hand still covering her mouth. "Cause if you are.. you have got to be my friend!" She said laughing happily. "Don't worry, I don't need to get there, I know where it's at, I was just checking." She said giggling.

"Calvin.." She said laughing. "I think I should just get you a pop.. instead of a coffee, maybe you'll calm down a bit!" She laughed and handed him a few dollars. "Unless you wanna go into the Leaky Cauldron with me? I'll buy you a butterbeer if you want." She said smiling up at him her eyes twinkling with merriment. He sure was funny, even if he was older then her, [she was sure of this because she knew for a fact that she hadn't seen him around the school, she would have remembered him] She felt like she had to watch over him to make sure he didn't get hit by a car or something, and had to resist the temptation to grab his hand so he wouldn't fall over in his excitement.

[OOC: How in the world do you hold a serious conversation with this kid?! LOL!]

The man exhaled with a whoosh, as if he had been holding his breath the entire time until she had mentioned being his friend. It had always been like that with Calvin; he felt the need to give everyone free hugs and to befriend everyone he laid eyes on, besides, Calvin loved it when he met people who laughed along with him every now-and-then, because all of the seriousness of the dark times they were in really brought him down sometimes- if it was even possible to bring down Calvin S. Ransom, the most innocent person you would ever meet at his age. “Yes I am always like this, I guess- unless you want me to be a little, uh, not-like-this…?” he replied, though it sounded more like a question than an answer.

“I’d love to come to the Leaky Cauldron with you, besides, I feel… gross in this shirt and I cant use”- Calvin leaned a bit closer to her and covered one side of his mouth with his hand, to hide his lips from the muggles that were walking past the two- “magic” – he straightened once more and dropped both arms at his sides –“to clean it off until we go somewhere else,” he replied just as quickly as he had before, his warm eyes filled with both amusement and excitement.

Calvin looked both ways as he stood at the edge of the sidewalk, waiting to see if there were any cars coming down that way before he quickly darted across the road, making it to the other side quickly. He turned around to look back at Chase, “Chase!” he called, and waved ecstatically.

[Don’t worry, he’ll mellow out eventually XD] [Try RPing as someone like Vito and then switching to someone like Calvin a minute later… feels kinda weird =P]

[OOC: it's hard imagining that the person who rps Vito.. can possibly be.. Calvin! O_O]

Chase laughed as he let out his breath in a whoosh, and it blew back her hair a bit. She smelt coffee in it and she giggled again. An adult.. but not at the same time.. She chuckled and shook her head quickly. "No! You don't have to change who you are at all! I didn't mean it like that." She said smiling at him again. She laughed when he looked all serious about using magic. He was possibly the cutest thing she had ever seen, and she wanted to know more about.. how someone could survive like that in this day and age, and she was really curious to know more about him, seriously when did you randomly trip and run into a hyperactive adult these days anyway?

Chase smiled at him and watched as he darted across the street. Well.. it was a good thing he looked both ways. She laughed happily as he called her name across the street and she looked both ways before darting across the same as he had. "Come on!" She said laughing, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the Leaky Cauldron, glancing around she found a table and sat down happily. "Two Butterbeers please." She said smiling at the waitress. "One ticket.." she turned to look for Calvin, hoping he had followed her in alright and hadn't gotten distracted somewhere, it just seemed like something he would do, go wondering off by himself and get lost. She barely knew him, and she already felt protective of him. She giggled slightly and put her purse down on the table in front of her, pulling her sunglasses off.

Calvin fallowed Chase into the Leaky Cauldron, grinning; sure he wouldn’t get another coffee, but Butterbeers were rather tasty, and Calvin rather liked Chase’s laugh, it was different than the forced laughs that he so often heard, and it felt refreshing to hear someone actually enjoying themselves, because Calvin could enjoy himself as much as he wanted, and it still wouldn’t feel right if someone wouldn’t enjoy it with him. At least he hadn’t tripped over some biker. Calvin shuddered; he had knocked into a biker before and it hadn’t exactly ended well.

Trying his best not to knock over the table, Calvin sat down in one of the chairs at the table Chase had chosen, and dug his wand out of his black jeans, “I cant really think of a spell to clean up this mess, but we’ll see,” Calvin said with a shrug before muttering something under his breath and waving his wand slowly in a motion that was suppose to look impressive, but instead, he almost ended up hitting himself in the face with the stick by mistake. He watched and waited for something to happen, and much to his relief, the charm worked, and his clothes were dry once more. “Yes! Most of the time the spells and charms and such that I use don’t work, or end up catching things on fire- oh gosh, I could have caught myself on fire…” Calvin said with a shocked expression upon realizing this.

A waiter that worked at the place walked over, their drinks in each of his hands- but it wasn’t until the man set the drinks down on the table and looked Calvin’s way, did they both remember each other from the previous times Calvin had visited the Leaky Cauldron; “Oh no, not you,” the waiter groaned and slapped his own forehead, cursing under his breath. Calvin grinned awkwardly, remembering how he had accidentally charmed the hair on the man’s head so that he was completely bold in only ten minutes total. “Yeah, I’m sorry good sir, I didn’t mean to, I”- but Calvin was interrupted by the man midsentence- “No, you know what, save it for someone who has hair, which I don’t now thanks to you,” the waiter growled before storming off.

A light shade of pink was visible on Calvin’s cheeks as he slowly sunk lower in his chair until half of his face was hidden by the edge of the table, “I was trying to make the trays he was carrying levitate because they looked heavy, but I accidentally- well, he’s BALD now, OK?” he explained, his voice rather squeaky all of a sudden, due to his embarrassment.

Chase grinned at him and sat down carefully, "Calvin.. maybe I should do it.." She said softly, but he managed to get himself dry alright. In the process of almost hitting himself in the nose, and the possibility of setting himself on fire, he had managed to get the magic right. Her eyes went wide when he told her about catching things on fire. "Don't worry." She said smiling calmly at him. "I could have put it out.." She grinned happily and took her butterbeer from the man. But they were suddenly exchanging a not so pleasant conversation. "Oh sir.." She said trying to get the waiters attention, but he had stalked off angrily.

Turning to Calvin she saw that he was hidden beneath the table. She peaked under her side of the table and smiled at him. "He's gone... you can come up now." She said grinning at his pink face. She glanced at the man and then at Calvin. He had such good intentions, but things got messed up for him, poor guy. She felt a flutter of sympathy in her chest but she smiled and pushed it away. Instead she pushed his butterbeer towards him. "Drink up." She said giggling as she took a drink of her own. "So.. Erm.. How long have you been out of Hogwarts?" She asked, smiling at him as she leaned forward on the table, but she almost knocked over her butterbeer, so she decided not to do that. Instead she moved her chair forward and rested her elbows on the table, her chin resting in her hands.

"I know you don't go to Hogwarts.. Because I go there now, and you look older then me..." She said frowning carefully. "I'm a seventh year.. so you can't be in Hogwarts." She said laughing, her whole head thrown back as though it was the funniest thing in the world. A laugh that tinkled like bells, and made many men turn their heads, as though they were envious of the person who had made her laugh like that. She grinned at him and took another drink of her butterbeer, oblivious to the staring men.

Taking his own drink in both of his hands and bringing it to his lips, Calvin listened to her questions, but it hadn’t been the conversation that had interested him, it had been her laugh, which made him grin widely; it sounded so pure, that it almost surprised him that such a sound was possible.

Calvin noticed a few men had looked Chase’s way and almost frowned, but turned his attention back to Chase instead and answered her question, “My Twenty-Fourth birthday was a couple of days ago. I got a new videogame, and a new fishbowl for Pac Man, my fish,” he said excitedly, setting his drink down on the table for a minute, “I don’t know how long I’ve been out of Hogwarts though, I don’t count the days I’ve been out of school or anything,” he said jokingly, giggling oddly to himself (just think of this laugh and you’ve got it XD).

The man straightened in his chair once more when being under the table started to cause his back pain from being hunched over, and ended up banging his head against the edge of the table by mistake. “Ugh, My head hurts,” he stated, resting his forehead against the table. Several people had jumped in their seats because of the loud noise his skull had made when it had smashed into the table, but Calvin was too busy staring at the wood of the table with his head pressed to the surface to notice or care, besides, being as odd of a person as Calvin was, he was rather used to such reactions to his antics. Calvin looked up from the table to grin at Chase once more for good measure, and then returned his forehead to the cold wood, as if he hadn’t moved at all.