a weird lunch it is [tag;; briar]

[violetxsinclaire]

Ever have one of those days were time just slides together forming one big ball of nothingness? Today was one of those days for Violet Sinclaire. She had awaken far to late to consider going to breakfast and wasn't really sure was time it was. All she knew was that the losers she slept amongst had taken their batty old lady gossip somewhere else. And she was thankful for it. Of course the realization that she had only ever been alone in the dormitory once or twice was relative shock. Privacy was really a privilege here at Hogwarts. A privilege that needed taking advantage of. Vi was so unsure of what to do. She rumaged threw her already messy trunk with the hopes of finding a piece of clothing that could be dubbed quasi-clean. She was so lazy when it came to doing laundry, her mother usually did. Even with magic she couldn't be bothered. At home, ugh, thinking about home just reminded her of being a school. There was just no winning. But anyways at home, she had closets full of clothing, there was really no point on having a wash done. Olivia did the wash when she was feeling guilty. Inferior to all of the muggle mothers that lived in the floors below the Sinclaires.

After minutes of rummaging and dumping her affairs all over the few square feet she had to work with she found acceptable attire. Clean dark wash jeans that hugged her rail thin chicken leg and slender waist. Violet knew that in the wizarding world they weren't as uber chic as in the muggle world. Perhaps that is why they acted padding for her pictures frames. For a top she choose a red shirt that left her figure to the imagination. It was shapeless and boxy, letting her chest run into her stomach. Once she pulled on the outfit and examined herself in the mirror, it was obvious that she looked like she could be pregnant. Not wanting to change, she grabbed her most worn out white cardigan. When Violet looked in the mirror for a second time she smiled with pride. She felt naked with out her pearl necklace on, but she could go with out it. Nearly half an hour had passed and the chatty cathys still weren't back. What could she do.

Read! It was perfect and this time she didn't risk Constantine LeStrange finding her sprawled out on the floor in her pajamas. Ugh. That was embarrassing, the only comfort she had was the fact that Constantine would never tell anyone. Violet had already finished the Dava Sobel book and everything else she had. Too lazy to go the library. What else did she have? As she clumsily dumped her things back into the travel trunk she noticed Auntie's magazine. It was for old saggy witches. Ugh. Maybe being elderly was her worse fear not having lice. The magazine did do one good things for her. As she picked up, it uncovered her watch. Two thirty? Shit, was the only thought Violet had. She had missed breakfast and lunch apparently. What was she supposed to eat, she couldn't wait until supper. She would starve. Not literally figuratively. If there was one thing that Violet did enough of it was eat and it was starting to show, she could still fix it though she thought. Two thirty.

All she had time to do was braid her hair loosely and throw it over one shoulder. No make-up. That had been the way she was rolling lately. She had no pimples to hide so therefore not needed. She didn't have time to think as she walked quickly to the Entrance Hall. The face of her roommates where noted as she tried to act calm. As she suspected when she arrived, there was hardly anyone there. She didn't even have to wait in line for her food. And Violet had no trouble finding a seat at the Gryffindor table. Just a few first years playing a card game at one end and then a few girls at the other. She sat smack in the middle, pushing the food around with her fork as she watched the few people in the room file out. At least she didn't feel lonely when she was alone.

ooc;; sorry if this fails.

[briarhenderson]

[likewise]
Briar yawned, stretching, and squinting against the bright sunlight that impenetrated the cracks of the curtain around his four poster bed. He'd been up all night the night before, as usual. It didn't seem like it had been long at all since he had finally fallen asleep. Not until his stomach reminded him that he was indeed a teenage boy, and the wind-up clock on the nightside table read two fifteen.

He slid off of the bed, rubbing his eyes and digging through his suitcase in a panic. The rest of his roommates were thankfully gone , probably at lunch- lunch. He'd already missed one meal, and soon enough he'd miss lunch, too. There was no way his adolescent stomach could take that much hunger.

It was Sunday, at least. It wasn't a problem, then, that all of his school clothes were dirty. Actually, most of his clothing was dirty. He settled on a mostly clean pair of tight gray jeans, and an actually clean, black polo. He stepped into the bathroom, clothes in hand.

Briar knew he wasn't a morning person, and the mirror only further proved that statement. His hair stuck up in all directions, some that Briar hadn't even known there were. Thankfully, it calmed down for the most part with a little water and a brushing. He needed a shave, he knew, but there wasn't enough time for that. And there was nothing to do about the dark circles under his blue eyes, that much he knew by now. He sighed, pulling on his clothing before sliding on black and white checkered Vans and heading out of the dormitory.

Most of the school appeared to be done with lunch. Scratch that, all of the school seemed to be done, lingering in the hallways in their groups. This happened a lot- walking to his next class alone, surrounded by groups of people who weren't in a hurry to get anywhere. He wasn't really determined to interrupt the natural flow of the school. But still, this whole loneliness thing was getting old.

Briar stepped into the Entry Hall, squeezing past a small group of younger students on their way out. There were only a few people left in the Hall, and the amount of food had definitely diminished. He piled some of it on a plate, and headed towards the Hufflepuff table. Eyes focused downward, he wasn't exactly focused on where he was going. This was probably why he knocked into the girl at the Gryffindor table, his plate clattering to the floor. Thankfully, no food ended up on the girl.

Still, though. This was embarassing. He had no idea who she was, which only made him feel worst. He bit his lip, hurrying to pick up as much as he could, blushing. "Oh geez." he said apologetically, "I am so sorry..."

[violetxsinclaire]

She had even noticed the other late comer, she was far to preoccupied with the food on her plate. As a younger Hogwarts student, she had loved coming to school, to eat was she deemed was real food. At home, Olivia insured that the fridge and cupboards were stocked with the most health-wise food possible. The Sinclaires had tofu turkey once upon a Christmas. So the food at school was relief for Violet. Even though now as a sixth year, she wasn't really appreciating the delicate cuisine. Potatoes, she was sick of them, not matter how they were prepared. Mashed. Whipped. Fried. Baked. It made her think of the time the bought to many apples and nearly every meal had the fruit hidden in it.

At the moment the jacket potatoes were being crushed into a sort of paste that Vi hadn't decided whether or not she was going to eat yet. For a hungry girl she was being awfully picky. The roast chicken that sat opposite on her plate on the other hand almost seemed to have a godly quality to it. She enjoyed each delectable bite of those few chicken slices. She stopped herself from eating it all at once, since her potato paste remained untouched. As were the string beans and the gravy in its little dish was unused. Violet was a slow, picky eater today. It was an odd thing, eating in the Entrance hall all alone. As her grey eyes skirted about the hall, the empty tables. It was odd having such a large room all to ones self. Except that she was not alone.

Vi found the other people in the room who seemed to either e sleeping in their lunch or just about to leave negligible, but as always there was that one exception. The clumsy boy. It seemed awfully unlikely that in all of this empty space the one place that he would lose his balance would be on top of her. His lunch crashing to the floor was certainly more exciting than her own that sat nicely upon the table.

"Oh, its okay," Violet asured him as she pulled out her wand to help clean up his mess, "it is faster, this way." She was a little dumbfounded as to why he didn't just clean it up magically. Perhaps he forgotten his wand somewhere, that seemed likely enough.

"You can still go get more, I imagine that they have some left over still," she mused as she looked at her own barely eaten plate. She had debated whether or not she would invite him to sit with her. It might be considered rude not to, since other wise it would be the to of them eating each with a gigantic table all to themselves.

"If you want you can come sit here when you get your second helping," that was a lame invitation, even for Violet. /Second Helping/ well his first was on the floor. She was pretty sure no one would care if students didn't sit at their house tables after all lunch had been served already with exception of two late sleepers.

[briarhenderson]

"Er... thanks." Briar blushed some more. Of course, it wasn't enough just to be extremely late for lunch. No, he had to trip over the only other person in the room. And forget his wand- which wasn't that bad. He forgot it frequently enough during the school week. It was probably under his pillow again- God knows why, but that was usually where it ended up.

"I'll... um..." Briar rose an eyebrow at the girl's invitation. Awfully nice of her, since they didn't even know eachother.It would be rude to turn it down. Not that he really wanted to spend another meal alone, anyway. "Yeah. That would be nice. Thanks again." He smiled, heading back to refill the plate.

Or kind of. It seemed as if everyone was done getting lunch, so the food had already started to disappear. He grabbed what he could. Some chicken, a roll, some coleslaw. That would be enough to hold him over til dinner. The Gryffindor girl wasn't waiting for him, he hoped. This time, as he headed back to the table, he took extra care not to trip.

He set down the plate on the opposite side of the table from the girl. "So... uh. I don't think we've met." he knew it sounded lame, but what else could he say? "Briar Henderson, seventh year, Hufflepuff." He reached a hand across the table.

[violetxsinclaire]

"It's really no big deal," she replied shrugging her shoulders. Had he made her dirty, perhaps she would have minded, but it seemed the the bench and the floor got the brunt of the accident. Violet knew for a fact that she was particularly talented at making messes. Like the one back in her dorm. If those girls stole her things.... Ugh she should have cleaned up her mess.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but I am certain that it would look ridiculous if we each took up one of these tables," Violet uttered with a smile. It was really more of a half smile, she didn't want to show her teeth since she could feel a piece of brussels sprout stuck in between them.

"Okay then," She watched him leave and once she was certain that he wouldn't look back she did her best to pick it out the rogue piece of brussels sprout. Violet succeeded and flecked the dislodged piece on to the floor. It was gross she knew and had she been chez elle her mother would have scolded her. But she wasn't home and no one was in the room, except for the boy and he was preoccupied.

The potatoes were okay tasting compared to other days, even if they took her forever to gain the will power to eat them up. The chicken was the real treat, but she wanted to save that for last, to finish with he best taste in her mouth.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you Briar," that was a nice name she thought. His parents had put actual thought into the name and not just called him John or Paul or some other dull name that millions of people has, " I'm Violet Sinclaire, I'm in my sixth year and in Gryffindor, if hadn't already guessed." Thank god the introductions were out of the way. They were always painfully weird for Violet, she couldn't explain why though.

"Oh so graduating, have you thought much about what you are going to do after like school and stuff?" it was a safe question. A good safe question that could be asked as you childish mushed up vegetables.

[briarhenderson]

"Nice to meet you too, Violet." He smiled. It was nice to have someone to speak to. Even if you had the less than fabulous eating manners of a hungry teenager. A really hungry teenager. The roll was gone before anyone could really tell it was there.

"No, I haven't..." Briar said dazedly, taken aback by Violet's question. So much had gone on in the past year and a half, he'd completely forgotten that he was graduating. He didn't even remember what he had wanted to be back before then... "I'm kind of... preoccupied right now." It actually took most of his brain power to just pass in all of his classes. "Do you know what you're going to do?"

[sorry if this is major suckage. x.x]

[violetxsinclaire]

"Oh I suppose that getting your N.E.W.Ts and everything is really stressful, I know I am not looking forward to them next year." she took a bite of the newly made vegetable mush pushed into her previous mess of potatoes. It looked sort of like baby food. It looked gross. Violet was shocked that she could bring herself to put it into her.

"I haven't really thought about it that much yet, I still have a bit of time, like I don't know I just want to be happy with my life, no regrets. So whatever career that is, I want it," Violet was proud of her half crafted answer. It was sissy prissy answer that she wasn't sure would cut it. But it would have to.

"Running late kinda sucks, it is weird to be here with so little company, I slept in, I suppose that you did the same?" It seemed kind of an obvious question, but one could be late for a multitude of reasons that had nothing to do with sleeping.

[briarhenderson]

"It's kind of..." Briar frowned, trying to come up with a good word to describe his problems. "More complicated than the N.E.W.T.s- I mean, those are kind of worrying, but its hard enough just for me to pass my classes right now, without spending too much time on those."

Briar nodded at Violet's answer. Or... 'answer'. "That makes sense. I mean, it's hard enough to keep up a smile these days. Why try even harder, doing something you don't like?" As if that made sense. Which it didn't. Regardless, he'd said it, and there was no taking it back.

"Yeah..." Briar nodded, biting his lip a little. "I do that a lot on weekends. Insomnia issues..." He sighed. It was only half-true. He did have issues getting to sleep, but whether it would be called clinical insomnia... "Of course, as if that wasn't bad enough, I find a way to run into the only other person in the room."

[violetxsinclaire]

"Oh yea, I don't I usually just pass most of my classes, I used to be decent at school before last year, everything has just gone downhill marks wise, " Violet said taking a succulent bite of the marvelous chicken. It made rushing out of her dorm only half presentable worth it. It was likely she would be more upset had it been ham or something of that sort. She could not stand meat from pigs. Bacon. Pork chops. Ham. They are all just so gross.

"Well for sure, if you are going to do something everyday you better like it, it would be torturous not to," was he reply, "I don't know, I think everything happens for a reason, but then again I don't know, since some people lose everything and others lose nothing."
Violet had lost nothing worth speaking of in her short life, well as a child she had lost her stuffed toy and the world had ended in the Sinclaire household for a day. But that is childhood foolishness. And now real-life is creeping on up.

In her self-made mixed up much of everything she used her fork to trace her intials, VDS and then pushed them back around into the messy clump of food. It was unbecoming to pla with ones food, but her mother had given up long ago trying to teach her etiquette and her father wasn't really the type to care about things like that.

"That must really take toll on your body, not sleeping enough," Vi usually go enough sleep. On the days she didn't she knew that could be a real pain in the ass, "yea, well I am sure that I could manage the same feat and besides had you not tripped over me, it is likely we wouldn't be sitting together and quite frankly it would look foolish to have only to people in here that were sitting at different tables."

[briarhenderson]

"Hmm. Same with me." Briar answered distractedly. He'd been watching Violet mashing up all her food. Delicious. But it was kind of interesting. In a disgusting sort of way. "What exactly would you call that?" He asked, smiling and pointing at the mush with his fork.

"And some people lose everything important and are stuck with everything they couldn't care less about." He mumbled, adding on to her statement. Not that he was thinking about his own situation or anything- actually, he was, but he also automatically thought of his dad.

"I'm kind of used to not getting much sleep though, so its okay." Briar shrugged. He slept when he could, mostly in the early morning where he couldn't stay awake any longer, but also in class. He slept a lot more in class than was advisable. "After a while, your body just kind of gets used to it."

[violetxsinclaire]

"Oh," there was a hint of surprise in her voice the fact that he had caught her doing something, something odd. Violet had often prided her self on her normalcy, "Potato paste maybe? Vegetable mush? I am not really sure. When the potatoes are smashed up you don't have to chew, so you have the taste in your mouth for a shorter period of time." She hadn't really noticed the revolting look of what she had done. It looked like baby food, or the food blended up that people with broken jaws ate.

"Well, yea. I can't really say that I have lost anything," she shrugged. It was true for the most part. She had lost nothing worth speaking of.

"Yea, well I know. The summers are filled with wild nights and sleepy days, but I guess it is like that for most people. I can not wait for it to be summer vacation. Just sun bathe and de-stress, maybe go away," Violet could almost feel the colour coming back to her cheeks, thesun burn on her skin, summer was easily the best time of year, "What do you usually do in the summer?

[briarhenderson]

"I see." Briar said, smiling some more. "They're that bad, are they?" He didn't usually touch the vegetables, unless it was something moderately safe looking. Like salad. Unless, of course, it had carrots in it, in which case he was careful not to touch it at all. Carrots, ugh. Nasty.

"Mmm." He mumbled something, disregarding her second statement, the one about loss, and skipping right towards the one about summer. His response to the first would've been slightly more interesting. But summer was safe. Boring, and safe. "I... uhm. I don't really do much, actually. Sleep a lot more than normal. Sometimes I hit the beach, but not normally."

[violetxsinclaire]

"Well I didn't mind them when I first started going here ages ago, but with potatoes at every meal they all start to taste the same no matter how they are prepared," Vi smiled, she doubted a bag of potatoes had ever made it into the Sinclaire penthouse, since none of them were particularly fond of them, "they are better than kous kous no doubt about that, still you would think that rice would be appropriate once in a while."

"I love the beach, I think the nicest one I have ever been to is the one tucked in behind my cousins summer home, " fondmemories came to mind, it was the place where her cousin Dahlia had tried to teach her swim. She could sort of swim, just not well or gracefully. "I wish it could be summer all year long. I think that my family should ship out somewhere near the equator. That would be my ideal."

[briarhenderson]

"Then why eat them?" Briar rose an eyebrow, curious. "Tradition, or something?" He shrugged. He didn't particularly like any vegetables, with the exception of broccoli. Funny. Broccoli just happened to be one of the most infamously disliked vegetables. In the meantime, his vision was fine without any carrots...

"Really?" Briar was only moderately surprised. Most people loved the beach, actually. "I don't particularly like the heat. Or the humidity. It's like being steamed- only a lot slower." He cringed. He didn't really like summer, either, come to think about it. Nobody would be home, anyways, and he didn't exactly have any friends. He had more to do even here, where most of his time was spent doing nothing particularly productive.

[violetxsinclaire]

"I always have, I don't know my mom always told me to finish my plate or else, I guess I just never broke the habit," Violet had never found out what the or else was, as a child she feared her mother's wrath. Only now was she beginning to realize that that her mom was the one she could use and abuse and get away with it.

"I like the winter too, but only until about New Year's then I wish the snow would disappear, but overall I don't have too many complaints about the weather," Well that wasn't entirely true, everyday it rained in London and she was home she cursed and whined. Not that any amount of magic would ever change it.

She finally finished the pasty mess she had made with her pomme de terres and vegetables. It had taken her a painfully long time to eat them. She could feel the conversation slowly drifting away. They didn't have that much in common it seemed. A personal question would be best at this point.

"So do you have any siblings or what not here?" If he did she would be envious. Somehow she thought having a brother or sister would fix all of her problems and half wondered if Olivia could still bear children.