cocoa!

[Dahlia Black]

i walk into the kitchens after tickling the pear, checking to see if Chance was still behind me. 'so... too disobedient for you yet?'

[Chance Gracieux]

"Er... not really," I say, glancing at the ceiling with crossed arms - then jumping about a foot when some squeaky thing appears at my knee.
"How may we serve yous, master and mistress?"

[Dahlia Black]

I hold tightly to Blanche so she doesn't frieghten the house-elves into delirium.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Dahlia?" I ask the house-elves. "And this is my friend Chance. Got any hot cocoa?"
As soon as the words leave my mouth, they come with a cornucopia of snacks.

[Chance Gracieux]

"Um... impressive," I say, raising my eyebrows. "Hello..." I wave vaguely at the creatures. "Um... house elves?" I ask Dahlia, feeling rude for talking about them rather than to them.

[Dahlia Black]

I choke on a hot sip of chocolate and wince, "Ouch..." i say nodding my head to answer Chance, "Yeah... you know what... I found the kitchens about two years ago and they still call me 'mistress'. It's really weird."

[Chance Gracieux]

I laugh and stir my own hot chocolate before sipping only a spoonful. "You know, that's why people test hot things before they eat them," I say, shaking my head. "Sometimes it pays to be cautious."

[Dahlia Black]

"Yeah well, I stick my burnt tongue at you and... and... and... well you make me sad." I say and then 'glare.' "So Chance, tell me about you."

[Chance Gracieux]

I stick my tongue out at her in return, and then choke on my next sip of cocoa.
"Uh... me?" I pause and shrug. "Um..." My mind has gone blank. "Um... I'm a hufflepuff sixth year who rarely talks to anyone because people scare me. I have two sisters. And I like to fly." I shrug again.

[Dahlia Black]

"Hmm... well... your life is pretty full then." I joke, "Lets see... I'm a 5th year ravenclaw... and i talk to many people... hmm... i don't scare you..." i shrug, "i have no siblings... that i've actually met... and flying's amazing... do you like Quidditch?"

[Chance Gracieux]

I shrug. "It's okay. Not very good at it, though."
She's a ravenclaw fifth year who talks to people, has no siblings, and also loves flying, I recite to myself, determined to remember.
Then I frown. "That you know of?" I repeat. "Never mind. And... yeah, like I said... only people really scare me." I smile.

[Dahlia Black]

I glare at him, "Would you like some hot chocolate for a head dress Mr... Chance?" I threaten/joke and then grin. "What's your favorite quidditch position?"

[Chance Gracieux]

I laugh a bit, then freeze up slightly. "Ah... Chaser, I guess. Bad at all of them." I smile. "Um... you?"

[Dahlia Black]

"Aw... well I would say that you're not bad but... You could be the worst player in the world... so... anyway... um... " I sip my chocolate, "I guess I'll have to say... well I don't have to say... but it's true... I like chaser... what i play... yup."

[Chance Gracieux]

I nod. "Thanks for the encouragement. I'm sure you're bloody awful," I say dryly.

[Dahlia Black]

"It's true... I am a horrible teammate... and I'm bloody awful when it comes to passing... I'm pretty sure that my team's gonna kill me soon." I look down into my cup with big 'sad' eyes, "might as well get it over with... " I get up from my chair, "This has been nice... yup... I'll be seeing you... although I don't know whether you'll be able to see me... seeing as I'll be dead and all..."

[Chance Gracieux]

I stare at her in horror, hoping that she's joking but knowing I can't count on it.
Way to go, Chance. The girl was upset when you met her and now you insult her?
"No... look, I didn't mean it. I'm sure... well technically I'm not sure, but... I'm sure you're not that bad...."

[Dahlia Black]

I gasp in horror, and then raise my hand to my mouth, trying not to laugh.
Ah fuck Dahlia, now the poor guy thinks he drove you to suicide.
"Oh god, Chance I am so sorry..."

[Chance Gracieux]

"You're sorry?" I repeat. "What do you have to be sorry for? I'm the one who insulted you." I eye her for a minute and then close my eyes. "Or am I just being an idiot here and you're not being serious?"

[Dahlia Black]

I give a nervous little guilty laugh, "Yeah... sorry about the heart attack... " I say and then rush over to the corner, where Blanche is 'playing' with the house elves, "NO! NO! Don't bite their ears, Blanche!" I scold, picking her up and saving the poor elves.

[Chance Gracieux]

I shake my head, staying put, as I finally relax. "You are a cruel unusual person, you know," I call over to her as she picks up her cat.

[Dahlia Black]

"Hey!" I protest, "Did you not just see me save those innocent house elves?" sitting down and holding Blanche close, " And I said sorry..."

[Chance Gracieux]

"Yes you did..." I nod. "And it was very brave of you." I shrug. "I have a bad habit of saying hurtful things... calling my friends scum and asking about their families, things like that."

[Dahlia Black]

"'Asking about their families'?" I ask in a puzzled tone, raising my eyebrows.

[Chance Gracieux]

"Yeah..." I shrug. "I didn't think it was such a big deal either, but turns out most people have fucked up home lives." I shrug again. "But even after I learned that I kept asking people. What's your family like?" I ask, assuming she doesn't have a problem with them or she wouldn't have found it so puzzling.

[Dahlia Black]

I shrug, "That's a very good question... Hmm... anyone wanna answer? Anyone?" I laugh, "Yeah... don't have much of a grasp on what family is like... Mom's a whore... Dad... well... your guess is as good as mine. Although my mom's last name isn't the same as mine... hmm, maybe she does know who my dad is..." I give a small 'huh' of a laugh.
"I like my grandparents though. Good cookies.... I miss them...." I look up. "The people, not the cookies." I sip my almost-gone cocoa.

[Chance Gracieux]

I sit for a minute absorbing that before I finally nod. "So... but you're okay with that, then?"

[Dahlia Black]

"I guess... " I sigh, "Well... there's nothing i can do about it... the only contact I really have with my mom is... she sends me a letter saying that she going somewhere for Christmas... or whenever... so there's no point in me going back 'home'" I shrug, "Eh... never mind... So.. what is Chance's family like?"

[Chance Gracieux]

"Hmm," I grimace slightly at that, then shrug. "I've got a mum, an older sister at college in Norway, and a five-year-old sister who's too smart for her own good." I roll my eyes. "I don't remember my dad much, though I know that Ellie hated him, and we all have our mum's last name." I pause. "Is that what you were upset about outside? Writing a letter to your mum?"

[Dahlia Black]

I smile as he talks about his family, and then grimace when he gets to his dad.
I laugh, "Yeah, she's off to Paris or something." I shake my head.
"Are you muggle-born then?" I ask

[Chance Gracieux]

"Hmm... uh, yeah," I nod. "River is also a witch... my little sister I mean... but Ellie and my mum are both muggles. Pretty sure my dad was a muggle, or a pretty pathetic wizard... what about you?" I ask. "I mean... well, your mum, obviously...." I wince slightly.