Sweets, sweets and more sweets(Aleta)

[Annie Appleby]

Honeydukes always had something to amaze Annie with every time she went in there. She sometimes goes just to look at(and buys)sweets. Usually her visits depended on her mood. But today she had a reason by her standards to visit: Brian had said that he was working today. The oldest Appleby had decided today was the perfect day to go visit. She had no homework and she was bored out of her mind.

I lost my muse, thought the blonde girl as she pretended to sniff quietly. Ah whatever shall I do without my usual qoutes of the month and all that fun stuff. An evil grin spread across her face as she twirled her hair between her fingers. Her hair was one of the many things she loved about her appearance: her hair was of a light blonde with sunbrown streas running through it. She had always picked those streaks up in the fall, spring and summer.

She made little noise as she walked by, thanks to the long dress she wore. Since it was the weekend Annie had decided to done her uniform and wear one of her dresses. The dress was sapphire blue in color(a color that goes so well with Annie). She had her dark blue sandals on. Lucky it is not cold in the fall, thought the blonde girl as she grinned. It is just right for me to wear this.

Her gaze fell on the shelves that contained chocolate. Ooh, she thought evily. Sweets! She bounded for them. Oh boy, she thought, slowing down as she noticed a red haired Slytherin. Raising an eyebrow she walked over. Well it can't kill her.

"Hello," she said all to friendly like.

[Aleta Crow]

Once again, Aleta found herself in the chocolate section of Honeydukes. She simply adored the delicious taste of the milk chocolate, something she hadn't had except for once or twice the year before. She had hardly had the chocolate, and there was none in the Four Isles. So, simply put, it was somewhat of a new experience.

As she grabbed two bars, another girl entered the aisle. She looked up and stared at the blonde girl. It was obvious the girl was not of pureblood, or, if she was, she would be a blood traitor. She was not of the noble House of Slytherin. It was obvious in the way she looked, and seemed.

The girl was in a blue dress that hugged the few curves the girl had. It clung like the girl's second skin, and, frankly, the dress really didn't look at that good on her. Aleta sneered and then the girl spoke, greeting her. Aleta ignored this and looked her up and down. "Do you think you're something special? Wearing an ugly dress like that?" She questioned, an eyebrow arched. "One, that sort of thing simply isn't right for this time of year, especially the color. Another thing, you want to wear something that makes it seem like you have curves, not something that proves you have none." She told the girl.

Aleta herself had decided to wear a simple green blouse and a pair of black pants. The blouse accentuated her curves and was somewhat low-cut, but not excessively so. She wasn't a prude, but she did not show off things that she didn't feel needed to be shown off. The green blouse was tight, but the sleeves, cut off right below her elbow, were large. A sash wrapped around below her chest, with a length of it hanging below it, fanning out slightly, but folded. The length of the blouse was below her waist, but it clung to her upper thighs nicely. It was a lovely garment, and made her lovely, copper-tone hair seem brighter.

Her pants were simple. They, too, clung to her curves, which were not faked, nicely. The pants were a dark black with two small pockets. The material was soft and floaty, made by the palace's tailors. The pants flared slightly at the bottom, but not excessively so. Her shoes were black boots, with a slight, thick heel to it. They, too, were black, and they made the outfit simple, although, you would never find any of them in a store, being special made, as were all her clothes, by the Tortallan Palace's tailors. And, those clothes would never look so good on another person, except, perhaps, her own brother, although, he wouldn't wear it, because he was a guy.

[Annie Appleby]

Ouch. That had to hurt. Annie stiffened a little. Well she can't say she didn't try. She tried hard not to laugh at her sneer. Well some people loves to show off, she thought, looking the girl over. Thou who hurts people will get thyself hurt as well, she thought and her eyes immedialty brightened with mischief. Bingo! Another quote I can life by! She made a mental note to tell her sisters about the new quote.

She put on a fake charming smile. "Well aren't we in a lovely mood today? Didn't anyone tell you that if you keep making the same facial expression it'll stick?" she sneered back. Annie can be a devil if she wanted to. And this girl was about to test her limits.

Her hand went to a shelve on the right of her. She was digging, looking for extra sweet chocolate. "Come on," she muttered to herself. "I need sweets today. It is my muse," she glanced at the other girl, wandering if it was possible to break the ice with her even if she was a Slytherin. Well it can't hurt to try. Might help in the near future. "All evilness things aside for a moment, the name's Annie Appleby."

[Aleta Crow]

Aleta supressed the urge to laugh at the girl's expression after Aleta had told the girl about her clothes. The girl had stiffened, and wore an expression of hurt and shock, and, frankly, it was a very humorous face. The smile the girl put on afterword was obviously fake. And her words were pathetic. "I guess you could say that I am in a good mood. And didn't anybody ever tell you that you can't come up with any good comebacks? And that you can't cure how horrible you look, even by wearing a nice dress?" She shot back, smirking. Yeah, she smirked a lot, but it was trademark, duh!

Aleta snorted when the girl started digging for more chocolate. "What? You need sweets? What for? It'll only add curves you don't need. Not that you don't already have that kind." She said coldly. The other girl then glanced at her, and then said an odd thing. "Evil? I think not. Simply the truth. Aleta Crow is what I am called." Her expression was still cold and her eyes hinting at no....nicer emotion.

[Annie Appleby]

Annie slowly counted to ten as she did not need another fight to be brewing. For Annie it was hard trying to get a grip on her temper. And ths girl was slowly pushing it. It took her a moment to control her thoughts and mouth. She grinned.

"Well aren't you the lucky devil," she told the other girl. "For I am not in the mood right now." she folded her arms across her chest. "Surely you have eaten sweets back at your place." she began mildly. Oh boy was this going to be diffcult for the ice to break, she thought amused. Well then! Am I going to have a lot of work with this one. "Pleasure Aleta." she inclined her head to show respect. This is going to bite me in the near future, she thought. Annie Appleby was going to be respectful to a Slytherin. Lets wait til we see how this is played out.

[Aleta Crow]

Aleta laughed as the girl stood there, glowering. She seemed to be thinking of something. Probably remembering how to think, or something like that. Then the girl opened her mouth once again. Interesting, the girl could be considered pretty, but then she opened her mouth and all that disappeared. Funny how that happened. Some people just couldn’t keep their mouths shut, even when it made them look more ridiculous.

“I wouldn’t say lucky, but devil sounds just about right.” Aleta replied, already becoming bored by this conversation. Some of the kids in the lower, scummier area of Rajmuat had called her devil, but Aleta didn’t care about that. She somewhat relished in that. “No, I haven’t much, actually.” She stated. Her “place” was back in Rajmuat, a city far, far away. She currently resided in a mansion in Wiltshire, but it was not her home. Far from it.

“The pleasure is mine,” was Aleta’s automatic response. Darn those mannerisms lessons. Being a noble often had its downfalls, such as this. She often responded automatically to things, and sometimes, like right now, she didn’t want to be so...polite. It sucked, badly. “Forget that. There is no pleasure in our meeting. But, apparently, your tiny brain hasn’t registered that yet."