Uncertain tone? Eh, she wasn't going to explain--it wasn't her strong point anway. "What are you talking about, I have plenty of confidence," Hailey claimed, turning around to face the shelf again so he wouldn't see the lie in her face. Okay so she didn't have tons of confidence but who cares! This talk was upsetting her and she wanted to change the topic.

"Why wouldn't I mean it?" She said hurriedly and then sighed loudly. She could really use some fresh air right about now, this was all so confusing.
"Let's hurry up and buy this stuff, I wanna get out of here," Hailey said, turning towards the cash registers.
What a day.

"Right, don't need to lie about it," he sighed, taking a pack of parchment into his hands and following behind the vampire. Why were girls so touchy? It's not as if he insulted her or anything. He was just stating a fact. But maybe Hailey couldn't accept compliments. Oh well. He was going to compliment her more often now.

"Because some people say what other just want to hear," he said. "Fine, does this still mean I have to pay?"

"Well, I wouldn't do that to you, Mikey," She said, placing a hand on his arm like they did in the movies. You know, in those intense scenes. Except it looked totally stupid when Hailey did it cause she was just...a 15 year old girl, even though she meant it.
"Duh. What, you think I magically have money now or something?" She said with an eyeroll. Boys.
The Gryffie sat her PINK ink and quill in front of the cash register when it was their turn and then waited for Mikey to pay. She'd pay him back...one day.

"Oh yeah, you are a total planner!" Jordan laughed slightly sarcastically. He knew that Jayden was one of the most impatient people he knew, so he asked, "Along those lines Jayden, what have you got planned for the rest of the holidays?" knowing that Jayden would have no idea.

"Are you sure you wouldn't?" he asked, still a bit unconvinced about her statement. Though he knew she wouldn't be lying. Not unless she wants to face some serious consequences. When the vampire placed her hand on his arm, Mikey just gave her a questioning look. Seriously, something was wrong with the vampire today. Oh, how can he forget that he was always her personal bank. Mikey should really talk to her parents some time about giving Hailey her own money. Though his parents didn't mind giving him something extra to buy for her.

"You need a job, Rose. You're going to make me go broke. This is going to affect our future BIG time," Mikey shook his head, calculating how much everything was going to cost HIM. Once that was done, he paid and put his belongs into his bag. "I'm not going to support you in the future,"

When asked if she was sure, Hailey just stared at the boy. "Are you seriously asking me that right now?" She challenged him. They were BEST FRIENDS, why would she do that to him?! Pssh.

"I can't get a job, Mikey, cause I live at school," She pointed out as he paid for the ink and quills. What a dumb idea, and HE was the Ravvie. Plus, she doubted any shopkeeper or anyone hiring would want HER. She wasn't exactly the working type.
Once all the things were paid for and they were good to go, Hailey led them to the door. "What are you talking about, of course you're going to support me in the future," She said as if it was a no brainer. Why would he ever leave her?

"Obviously. Did you not hear the question?" Mikey said, poking the Gryffie in her temple. He really needed a best friend who didn't believe everything that came out his mouth. Well, just his jokes because she obviously took this one seriously.

"It's called a summer job! Duh. That way you have your own money, I can save mine and we can all be happy," he said. He would go as far as to find her a job. "I'll tell my mom you can work in her bakery this summer," It would be good. His mom will most likely keep her at the cash register for safety. "Wait, why am I going to support you in the future? Won't you have a husband for that?" he called out, following the vampire towards the door.

"Oh, shush," She responded but a trace of a grin could be seen on her face as she wacked his hand away.

Summer job, okay that made sense. "The bakery? I dunno...I'm not good at baking," She said randomly, thinking she would have to bake, of course. What else did you do at a bakery? "I'll think about it," She said after a while, making a mental note to write it down somewhere so she didn't forget to 'think about it'. Yeah.

As the bell tinkled when they exited, Hailey stopped at Mikey's words. "Husband?!" She said as if it was something you weren't supposed to say. She didn't even have a boyfriend! Why would he be thinking of stuff like this NOW? Hailey's cheeks started burning again, which she tried to hide with her curls. She mumbled something inaudible because she really didn't know how to respond to that one.

Pam smiled as she walked into her favorite store. She loved looking at all the parchment and quills that zoomed past her head. Walking in, list in hand, she was ready. She had most this years money in her pocket. It was a shocker to see how much money her mom had saved up for her. But Pam never argued. This money was for school purposes. And of course, Pam had a way of making the things she bought go towards 'school' purposes.

She started with the inks. She needed those the most. She walked along the rows and rows of ink and found the two she was looking for. Black and Purple. She picked them up and started walking around, looking for the parchment.

Stacey and her parents walk into the store and saw a lot of inkbottle zooming around.
"I need quills, inks, parchments and blank journal." Say Stacey.
"Okay. Lets go look for quills, inks, parchments and a blank journal that you like." Say Mom.
So, they walk around the store when Stacey saw a pretty green journal. She ran to grab it before another person saw it.
"Mom! Look! I found a journal that I like and it is in Slytherin color, too." Say Stacey.
"Great! Now we just have to buy quills, inks and parchments." Say Mom.
So, they grab three green inks, four barn and tawny owl feather quills and a dozen parchments.
"Lets go check out now." Say Dad.

"Well... erm.. let me see..." Jayden hesitated, biting her lip as she thought of things to do.

"Well, I think I'll be doing some more shopping, a bit more traveling, spending more time with Cael, and of course the rest of you lot!" She replied slowly. There. Plans. She had planned something.

Jordan laughed, "ooh look at you!" he grinned, "Jayden Troutwater making plans, that's something you don't see everyday!" he poked his tongue out at her, "Just make sure you keep them,"

"I'll try." Jayden laughed, wrinkling her nose and sticking out her tongue playfully.

"Well, best be off then! Come sit with me on the train, okay?"



ooc: I shall be at the back of the train(:

Jocelyn disliked messes. Really, she did. She reorganized the ink bottles and rolls of parchment on the shelves, making sure things were where they were supposed to be. These were tasks she ought to leave to her assistant to do, but sometimes Jocelyn did it because it took her mind off of things. She brushed her hair away from her face and fixed the rows of ink bottles. So many of them... so unorganized, it was no wonder why people couldn't find anything - because they didn't bother to put everything back into their rightful places. Sighing, Jocelyn continued to rearrange, organize and maybe she should do some more cleaning around the place as well. Scribbulus was definitely in need of some dusting off.

Samuel Sillen, walked into Scribbulus Ever Changing Inks, with a look of determination upon his face. Was he coming here to look at what Jocelyn might have changed since he had left from being an assistant? No, something else that is. He walked inside the store looking over at the counter that seemed to be empty. He held the rose that was in his hand behind himself, tightly, as he hesitantly walked over towards the shelves.

He caught sight of that familiar blonde hair and immediately recognized her. Just do it, Samuel. Even if she rejects you, she's just in denial. He took a deep breath in and out, running a hand through his hair all cool-like. He walked over towards Jocelyn and smiled. "Good afternoon, Jocelyn. Do you come here often?" He asked, then mentally smacked his head. Of course she comes here often; she works here! Unfortunately, this is what happens when something serious is going on. Nervousness.

Jocelyn was just placing more inkwells back where they belonged, shuffling some around before she heard his voice. Turning around, Jocelyn looked over Samuel Sillen. Why was he here? "Good Afternoon, Mister Sillen," Jocelyn greeted politely, eyebrow raised at the question. Did he seriously just ask that? And did he seriously want an answer from Jocelyn?

"I'm just going to pretend you didn't ask that ridiculous question."

Because apparently, he liked to ask stupid questions now. Lovely. She fixed the bangles on her wrist and eyed him. "What brings you down here, Mister Sillen? Purchasing something? Or are you just lost?" Jocelyn asked, smirk crossing her face. Because it would be quite sad if he was lost looking for the shop he worked at. Jocelyn turned back towards the shelves to reorganize it.

Samuel grinned as Jocelyn said good afternoon but then his mouth turned into a frown. Why did I say that again? He mentally smacked his head once more just so he would remember not to be such an idiot when talking to her again. At least she would pretend like he never asked it. Heh.

"Oh, well I just wanted to take a visit, to see how everything was since I left." Sam said, looking around at the store. No, that was a lie. Definitely a lie. "But you look very nice today, Miss Montague. Not that you don't look nice everyday, you just look...especially nice today." He said, mentally smacking his head once more. Ugh, women, they were so complicated to impress. "I got you this though." He said, pulling out the rose from behind him. Hopefully she would be impressed. "I was wondering, if you'd like to go to dinner with me, tonight. I was speaking to your assistant earlier and she said that she could take over if you agree." Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes. Samuel almost felt as if he was a teenage boy again and those were definitely not one of his favorite of years.

Jocelyn waited patiently for him to say something somewhat intelligent. It probably wouldn't happen, that much was the truth. She shuffled around a few more ink bottles and listened as he rambled. To be completely honest, Jocelyn was only half listening to Samuel speak, there wasn't much coming out of his mouth that interested her anyways.

"Well thanks for stopping by then, I suppose," Jocelyn said distractedly as she straightened up the last of the ink bottles. There. All done. Now, what unintelligent thing was he- rambling? Was he not yet done with that yet? What did surprise her was the rose that he had. And Jocelyn did like flowers. "Thank you, Mister Sillen, it's a very nice rose," she said, taking it from him and taking a little sniff of it. Yup, definitely a rose, a real one and not a plastic one some people thought were better.

So what was he rambling about now that required him to bring a rose? Dinner? With him? Tonight? Didn't she already have dinner with him once? And that had gone well, hadn't it. "So you brought a rose? So I'd go to dinner with you?" Because that definitely made a lot of sense. And he looked a bit nervous. Jocelyn didn't get nervous. So what did she do? What should she do? Should she say yes or no?

Yes or no? It was such a simple question, really, with such a complicated answer. Maybe apparently one of the choices either. And truthfully, she was hungry. But she didn't do dates with Mister Sillen. Nope. But this wasn't exactly a date, right? He hadn't said it was one so she'd just pretend it wasn't. Plus the rose was nice. And maybe it was about time she actually... treated him like a proper person instead of ignoring him. Perhaps he was an intelligent being after all. Jocelyn sighed and looked at Samuel. "Why not? If my assistant said he'd take care of things, I suppose I can have one evening off," Jocelyn shrugged. It was just one day after all. Plus, what was it that they said about karma? It came back around right? So if she did something nice, it'd come back to her. Was she seriously trying to convince herself it was a good thing to go out to dinner with him?

Yes.

Jocelyn liked the rose, now the whole dinner part needed to be said yes too. Oh, no. "Well I thought a rose would be nice to bring, to represent this dinner to be important." He said. He coughed as he was becoming nervous once more. Luckily he wasn't stuttering, that was a problem he had when he was a teenager. Not his best days, that was for sure.

So what was so important about this dinner? Well, she would have to figure that one out if she would agree to go with him. Then...wait, she actually agreed! Samuel almost felt as if he could die happy right then, no actually he couldn't. That moment would be if they were ever together. Heh. He grinned. "Fantastic." He said, feeling the relief being swept over him. Although, he wondered why she was so reluctant into giving into the dinner. Not that he didn't want her to, but it almost seemed as if she was...liking him? He mentally smirked. His plan was working! "So, how about seven at Leaky Cauldron?" He asked, watching as a man walked past and winked at Jocelyn. He narrowed his eyes at the man and remembered to keep an eye out for that guy. Heh.

Jocelyn admired the rose for a moment longer. Perhaps she put it in a little vase or something in her flat. After she finished decorating the place and all, that is. Just to see if it would fit in. "Important?" Jocelyn asked, disrupted from her thoughts about decorating. What was so important about this dinner? She didn't remember this day to be particularly important for either of them.

At least one of them was at ease. While Samuel relaxed, Jocelyn just thought about what was so important. Thank you, Mister Sillen for stressing out Jocelyn. [/sarcasm]. Jocelyn fiddled with the rose in her hand and nodded slightly at his "fantastic". Yes, she supposed it was for him but now she had to think about the importance of the dinner. He was obviously hiding something. Obviously. "Seven sounds fine," Jocelyn said after a bit of a pause. While he was saying all of this, it would be nice if he said why this little dinner was important.

Very nice indeed.

Samuel watched as Jocelyn admired the rose and took a mental note to write down that she liked roses. Just in case he forgot. "Yes, important." He said, running a hand through his hair. "However, that's for you to find out." He smirked, making sure that guy who winked at her before didn't come back around.

"Seven it is." He grinned, looking around the store once more. She did seem to have it a lot better organized than he had ever had. Heh. "I'll see you then, mademoiselle." He smirked, giving her a wink, then walking out the door. Yes, his plan had gone very well. Now for the dinner tonight...

Jocelyn quirked a brow. Important apparently so she had to show up just to figure it out. It was unfair because she was pretty sure he knew she couldn't back out now. Because it was important. Though really, if it was something he thought was important, it was more than likely something trivial.

She couldn't change her mind now. "Yes, I suppose you will, Mister Sillen," Jocelyn replied absentmindedly, missing completely the wink as she contemplated not showing up at all. That would just be horrible. And cruel. She couldn't do that... well, she could. If only it were in her nature to do something like that. So when he left, Jocelyn was just left with her thoughts and shelves with organized rolls of parchment and inks.

Neptune Bott had planned on just running in, getting what she needed, then running right back out. She'd only needed more inkl. So why was she in the stationary section, smelling pretty paper?

She was more or less giggling to herself, over in a corner of the shop, her arms filling up with more and more merchandise she didn't REALLY need.

Right, she needed scented ink,colour changing scented ink, maybe chocolate flavoured, Kita would love that. She wasn't such a big fan of chocolate herself but it wasn't her wedding.

As was usual for her, she got her ink but continued to do a bit of eye shopping and what woman didn't do that? If she was lucky she'd see something she needed but hadn't thought about getting.

She slowly wandered down to the corner of the shop where the parchments were.

"Excuse me I just want to grab that par.." Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open a little when she recognized who the person she was now standing next to was.....Neptune Bott. She took a a few tentative steps back.

Well, this was...interesting. She had never really been this close to her in all their years together at Hogwarts. Before James and her got together, Neptune was just another face in the crowd and after James, she was a face she tried to avoid.

She could turn and walk away, which would probably make a lot of sense right now, but she didn't.

"Err...Neptune Bott?" Why was that a question..she knew it was her.

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Right, she needed scented ink,colour changing scented ink, maybe chocolate flavoured, Kita would love that. She wasn't such a big fan of chocolate herself but it wasn't her wedding.

As was usual for her, she got her ink but continued to do a bit of eye shopping and what woman didn't do that? If she was lucky she'd see something she needed but hadn't thought about getting.

She slowly wandered down to the corner of the shop where the parchments were.

"Excuse me I just want to grab that par.." Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open a little when she recognized who the person she was now standing next to was.....Neptune Bott. She took a a few tentative steps back.

Well, this was...interesting. She had never really been this close to her in all their years together at Hogwarts. Before James and her got together, Neptune was just another face in the crowd and after James, she was a face she tried to avoid.

She could turn and walk away, which would probably make a lot of sense right now, but she didn't.

"Err...Neptune Bott?" Why was that a question..she knew it was her.

La la la ohhhh cookie scented parchment?! Oh giggle. She'd get that and next time her and Legend tried to make......

....

At first, Miss Bott was just annoyed that someone was interrupting her. Couldn't they just wait until she was finished before grabbing over her? Some people were just RUDE and IMPATIENT. But once she got past that, once Neptune realized who was being rude and impatient... well, she stopped worrying about the manners of others and focused very much on her own.

It was peculiar that she wished she'd worn a dress today, instead of her jeans and sneakers. She really had to get out of that habit. Botts didn't wear sneakers, so why was she...? And why was THIS forefront on her mind???? Maybe her brain was protecting her for all other thoughts...?

Neptune sort of forgot she was carrying an armful of parchment and ink, and more than half of it fell out of her arms. Neptune didn't notice.

...

...

*eternity*

...

To her credit, Neptune did not look beyond Cassie.

"Y..Yes. Hello, Cassie."