Thinking Is Not Good |Open|

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Arabella sat at one of the several tables in the middle of the room of the Three Broomsticks, butterbeer in hand. It seemed like forever since she'd just had time alone, without having to keep up a conversation with her roommates - one of them had been mopey for the last full month over her most recent breakup - or listen to a Professor drone on about something she really didn't care about at all. At home it wasn't difficult for her to have alone time, what with her mom going out often, leaving her along in the house. She also had a muggle music player, which allowed her to tune her mother out when she went on with one of her great speeches by simply plugging her ears with headphones.

It was strange now, not hearing noise all around her. The patrons of the bar weren't at all rowdy, but then, she supposed that might have been due to the fact that Quidditch players weren't around. If ever there was a bunch of loud, annoying twits, it was the Quidditch players. She brought the bottle of butterbeer to her lips, swallowing a small sip of the drink. Being alone now, after having been at school around her father and without music to distract her or something else, wasn't the best idea, she decided. It only gave her more time to think about it all and all the thinking wasn't making her feel good.

She sighed, propping her elbow on the table to rest her cheek on her palm. Perhaps it was time she finally spoke to her dad rather than just act like he wasn't there or pretend she was too busy to even say a passing 'hello'.

[Acer Shafiq]

Acer had gone down to Hogsmeade in search for a gift for Alex, he knew his birthday was coming up, just wasn't sure when it would. It would in the least be something, even it was a day or two off right? Going through the stores and ending up in a bookstore, Acer found a book with a bunch of make-up designs on it. Smirking, he couldn't help but be amused if he actually saw Alex use this, but then again, it would still be pretty funny to buy and just tease him. Acer went and purchases the book, before he left in search of something to do. He put the book in his over the shoulder bag, so that no one would see the book Acer would be carrying around, even it wasn't for him, he didn't want people getting any ideas of why he would be buying such an item.

Running his hand through his hair, Acer opened the door to the Three Broomsticks, looking around around it to see if he could just jump in with someone already here. Seeing parts of his teams around the bar, he would have walked over there. When he saw a girl, sitting by herself, really, it was only the gentleman thing to do to sit down with her. Walking over to her, she looked younger, but she was cute, Acer didn't think the girl would mind. Smiling at the younger girl, Acer's flirts rolled right off his tongue. "Hey there, is this seat taken?" He'd order butterbeer for the both of them in a minute, first he had to see what kind of girl she was. She was cute, Acer could flirt with her without any repercussions, at least Acer assumed.