WE STAND UP ,

Ginevra wasn't in the mood to stay at Hogwarts. The lake was too crowded, she had heard Slytherin students talking about taking adventures into the forest, thinking they were all rebellious and all just for thinking about it. Ginevra rolled her eyes at such foolish people. There were much more difficult and dangerous things out there than the forest located on the Hogwarts campus. Having sat on her bed for quite awhile judging what she would do, this had to be the first time she was even inside. Having gone straight for a shower while she could, Ginevra found it weird with other girls in the bathroom at the same time as her. The water had trickled down her body smoothly, giving her the chills and a smile just knowing she was now clean. Enjoying the air cooling her hair until it was dry, the water eventually had evaperated and the curls upon this blondes head were loopy. Running a comb through her hair repetetively, she gave it time before leaving to go out of Hogwarts boundries. There was no room for her with the two other people down at the lake. It was crowded- in her mind, at least. Sneaking out, the wind blew her hair behind her back, letting the long strands hang there loosely. Making her way to The Leaky Cauldron, it was one of the only places she would go other than her childhood house, which she now had a much hated attachment too. Knowing it would most likely be a little crowded, she was only fine with it because the corner seats were far enough in the distance for her to stay at least a little bit happy. Entering, she headed straight to the back, keeping her head down and her hood up.

Andrian walked down the street that lead to what seem to be the magnificent Leaky Cauldron. The services there never failed to impress him; he pushed the door open and ordered a firewhiskey. Sighing, Andrian sat down and drank his drink when suddenly somebody caught his eyes. No it couldn't be, he thought. Putting his drink down as he watched her carefully, reading every feature of her body, then started to head over to her to have a chat who he thought to be Ginervra. "Excuse me, ma'am. Sorry, but you seem to be very familiar. Have we met?" he ask finding himself next to her with his drink in his hand.

((Sorry it bad, i'm not good at introduction))

[Don't worry about it. It was fine. (:]

Usually when Ginevra came, attention wasn't drawn towards her because of the fact that she didn't make a scene. Some people loved attention and would come in with brightly colored color and loud tones used for talking, but not her. Ginevra had ordered a butterbeer in low, silent words, keeping her head down and out of sight. Aware of the people around her still, her senses could tell if someone was looking. Everybody could mostly tell this though, as it was just a feeling you got. Hearing footsteps in a distance turn her way, she waited for them to turn but no- they just kept on walking forward, over here towards her corner where she wanted to be alone. Well, apparently that wasn't the case of how this would work. Keeping her head down, Ginevra's hair fell out around the sides of her face, out of where she had tucked them inside of her hoody before leaving Hogwarts. "No." she answered the voice she knew to be Andrian, clearly being a little abrupt with just sudden answer, no eye contact and no consideration put into the reply.

* She'll loosen up in a bit, don't worry

"no." she answered. Andrian frowned and started to look at her, noticing the way she avoided any eye contact and how she kept looking away like she was hiding something from him. He squinted his eyes to see if he could peek through the shadow caused by the hoodie to see if he could see her face, he wasn't going to believe her just yet. A sigh escaped his lips when he finally gave up and decided that he could not see her face. He was sure that he recognized her when he sat down there at the bar, or maybe that was the firewhiskey kicking in again. No. It had to be her, he thought refusing to let go of her. He considered on this, trying to find the right word to say before speaking to her. This had to be Ginevra; he swore it was. "Oh." he finally spoke. "Sorry, i thought you were a friend of mine from a school i went to," nodded Andrian even though he knew Ginevra and he never got on the same foot as each other. They've both always had disliked each other. Sometime he wandered why they've been this way since, there wasn't particular reason for them to dislike each other. Well. Not that he could remember anyway.

To start off, Ginevra was slightly creeped out by the fact that she was being stared at. Clearly he was determined to see her underneath the hood she wore but having experience with hiding beneath clothes, Ginevra wasn't going to be seen unless she wanted to be. Staying completley still, she waited as long as it took for him to give up. All of this made her think back, way back, to when Andrian had been at Hogwarts. Honestly, it wasn't too long ago but to her, it felt like a lifetime and a half ago. "A friend? What was her name, maybe I knew her." her voice chimed out in responce. Underneath the hood her eyebrow had risen, though he couldn't see this. Interested, she wondered what exactly she could get him to say about his friend Ginevra, or in other words, her. There was always a chance that she was being mistaken for someone else, it just seemed very unlikely. Having never personally enjoyed Andrian's company in the past, it hadn't ever been something he did. Ginevra herself wasn't the easiest person to get along with and when it came to Andrian, well, she just had a harder spot than usual towards making conversation or anything friendly with the guy. Never had she explained this, but what would have been the point? This girl didn't see a point to making any too many friends, and never had. She had major trust issues.