prince charming. open

[julian alexander|!|]

"The district sleeps alone tonight -- "
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving into the lonliest evening

<sup>Having major brain farts at the current moment, Julian decided to take a long ass break and go out for the evening. He was craving freedom, and dearly wished he could go home and play on his xbox 360. Yes, its that muggle contraption but he loved that game system. And if he wasn't stuck at Hogwarts (his escape, mind you) he'd be in front of the television screen, going blind from playing twenty four seven.

Anyway, back to the current now. Julian was happy to know that the weather today was sunny and warm. So he threw on a blue tee-shirt with a muggles clothing company logo on his chest and a pair of knee high jean shorts, which he uses for swim trunks at times. A bad idea, I know. But who cares? Graving his book-bag, he shoved one of his favorite books into it "The Little Prince" and headed off. Sadly, the kiddo wasn't a weather man and as soon as he started walking to Hogsmeade, it started to rain. And I don't mean it was tinkling lightly, but it was pissing like mad. Groaning, Julian fixed his beanie on his head and wandered into town.

Muttering about his bad luck, he headed inside Madame Puddifoot's quickly and shut the door with a snap behind him. Of all places, he ended up here. Rolling his greenish brown orbs, he wiped some droplets of water from his face and shuffled to a free table. Slinging his bag over the back of the chair, he settled himself down and ordered a cup of orange peko tea. His favorite kind of tea. Ever since he was a young lad, never got bored of it. Though he did try other things, but decided to just stick with orange.

While he waited for his beverage, he dug through his bag and pulled out his novel. Flipping it open to the page he last left off, he took out the bookmaker and began too read. Propping a elbow up on the table, he made his hand into a fist and leaned his cheek against it, book laying on the table before him. He cocked his head down and read the tiny printing. This could be the hundredth time he's read the book. The princes' wisdom in every line, and what the boy had to say still made Julian smile.</sup>

[Rose Weasley]

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun." Mind blank, Rose stared at the page. What's the point in all this muggle literature. How dull. She didn't comprehend why her mother insisted that she read these empty words. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, stretching. Time for some fresh air and freedom.

So, with a hoodie zipped half way over her fitted tank, Rosie waltzed down the streets of Hogsmeade. The day was sunny and warm, but Rose still wore jeans. Well, she became glad of the jeans when her second shower of the day came falling onto the top of her head. She groaned and stared at the sky. She groaned again and threw her hood on before running into the nearest shop.

There she stood, in the doorway of Madame Puddifoot's. Rose had never been there, never intended to, it was just a cruel twist of fate. She vaguely remembered a story about little cupids throwing confetti at you. Rude, to throw paper into others food or drink. Rose pulled her hood off and looked up at the ceiling, looking like a fool.

[julian alexander|!|]

<sub>Almost half way through the ninth chapter of his novel, Julian looked up in time to see a young girl come storming into the little shop. A dark eyebrow lifted as he watched her curiously. What in Zeus's name was she staring at? A frown started to form on his boyishly handsome face, then he let his orbs flick up towards her face. Suddenly, a large smile broke across his face as he recognized who it was. Miss Weasley, the Gryffindor in his year. Ah, wasn't this just spectacular. He always fancied her the young lass.

Once his tea arrived, he thanked the waitress and took the hot cup and blew a cool wisp of air over the steamy surface. Hesitantly he took a small sip, which he regretted imminently considering it burnt the inside of his mouth and tongue. He hated that feeling, it felt like he just licked the skin from a kiwi. Because now, his tongue felt prickly. Oh, how he hated that dearly. Putting the cup down on the table, he quickly put the book mark into his book and closed it up; pushing it away from him and lifted a arm towards Rose. He waved at her, hoping to catch her attention.

"Hey, Rose!" he called out, his heavy English accent rolling off his tongue like fine liquid honey. It was a soothing voice to hear, but his laugh through the whole thing off. Since he laughed like a bloody idiot, and mind you it was pretty loud.</sub>

[Rose Weasley]

As Rose stared at the ceiling, disappointed by the clear lack of confetti, she was startled by someone calling her name. She looked around to find the person, when her eyes spotted a boy from her house, It was Julian. He was waving at her wildly, she had to laugh, it looked so ridiculous, but it was hilarious. She starred at him for a few minutes before answering. "Hey!" she said heading over to his table.

The suttle voice was good to hear after a gruesome summer, so was the ridiculous laugh. She finally got to his table which had one empty seat. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked in a casual tone. She stared at him unnoticeable, he was in his normal wear jeans, t-shirt, and the beanie he was always wearing.

As she was standing there she noticed he had a book sitting on the table, she didn't recognize the title. "You, with a book?" she remarked with a smirk shinning on her face. She stared at the book more, and then asked "What book is it anyway?" She stood their, her clothes still somewhat wet, shuffling her feet.

[julian alexander|!|]

<sub>Smiling brilliantly, he carefully put his tea cup down on the table's surface and stood up. Smoothing out his shirt, he continued to grin at Rose as she walked over, towards his table. Licking suddenly dry lips, dark green orbs blinked at the fellow Gryffindor. "Oh, yeah. . of course," he said, shuffling about and stood next to Rose to pull out her chair for her.

His smile slightly vanished by her remark, and he could only roll his eyes at that. "Yes, I do read. Stop acting like you'r so shocked," he chortled quietly under his breath, waiting for the girl to take a seat. Lifting a hand, he fixed his beanie and moved some dark hair from his eyes. He needed a hair cut.

"It's called ' The Little Prince', " he answered, wrinkling his nose back in a cute way. The title seemed a bit . . childish for a seveteen year old to be reading. But it wasn't at all. Well, maybe it could pass as a children's book. But he really didn't care about that. All he knew is that, he enjoyed reading the book.</sub>