Dylan shook his head, "No reason. Well actually I was wondering why you didn't eat." Hmmm she'd better not be anorexic. He'd fatten her up if that was the case.

"Oh ok," he smiled, "You didn't fail. You were very good. It isn't your fault that that Hufflepuff shoved gum up his nose. What kid does that? Did he not read about poltergeists, you don't aggravate them."

"I was just wondering how you got on with them. That is all," he smiled. He took hold of her hands. "Being new and all that. Like me."

Oh jeez, he was actually looking at the menu. Sighing, she leaned forward and help her head up with her hands, trying her hardest to stare only at the spec on the table, and not everyone else around her like she normally would do. But this place, wasn't normal. Hearing him name off foods, instead of being hungry, it was just making her feel sicker and sicker by the second. Croissant and water? That's disgusting. One should only eat a bread substance such as a croissant if it was with tea or juice. Preferably tea though. "I don't care. Just pick something." she said as normally as possible though it came out more as a demand than anything.

Well, all the talk about food and having glanced over only to see a couple's hands practically all over each other, not really but in her eyes they were, she just wanted to get something and get out. Rubbing her face, she turned in her sit to look at Josh, and apologetic look on her face before lowering her voice to a more softer tone. "I'm sorry. Umm...anything but the bacon buttie. That just...should not be named that." Her number one rule, do not eat or drink anything if it has a disgusting, weird, or a laughable name. Bacon Buttie was definitely on all of those lists. Now, they could just focus on the food, and not anything else!

Gah! That did not work either. What to try now? Rose was too resistant and stubborn. When Josh saw her looking at a couple, he could not help looking at the point where she stared, too. It was obvious why she did not care much about what she would eat. She was not really focusing on the food. ''Well...Welsh cakes and coffee, then.'' he murmured his eyes still on the couple though Evelyn was staring at them no more.

Though it was difficult to bear it, this place looked like it would give away more information than Hog's Head if he preffered this place to observe people. But of course he'd never do that since it would be kinda...weird to watch people kissing and holding hands. He snapped out of this once Rose commented on bacon buttie which made him laugh despite the situation they are in. ''Because it is Buttie?'' he asked as he stood up ''I'll be right back''. And he walked off to get the order the cakes and coffee but he was not sure how he'd be able to carry all those especially the two coffee.*sigh*

Gold shrugged a pair of rather fair shoulders, at that question of his. "Because you drive my hunger away?" she offered.

She had to force herself to smile, when the conversation turned back to Peeves. "I think I might have," she said. "Let's not discuss this, anymore. Please? I can tell you a pretty story, instead. Like how I got to know my new heels better." She glanced at them, as she spoke. But they were all hidden.

Underneath her robes.

"I get along fine with them," she said. But her mind wasn't really on her co-prefects, right now. It was on the guy seated across her.

"I...drive your hunger away?" Dylan frowned. Now that wasn't a good thing. If they ever lived together she would be a skinny little rake. And that wasn't a pleasant look. He loved her the way she was.

He nodded, "Ok. Tell me about your heels then." Much better topic than Peeves anyway. Maybe he could take her shopping. In London. For shoes. Was that a good idea?

He smiled, "I am glad." At least she had friends. Unlike Dylan, who had gained enemies. Torin, Miles and Brody. Smart move, within the first few months of school.

Gold sighed. "It was a metaphor, you silly," she said, in a totally patient voice. "I meant that you make me think of ... other stuff than food. Not that I won't want to eat, now."

"Umm .. I love my heels?" She pulled up her robe a tiny bit, again. To see her heels. "They're really pretty and blue, and I have decided to name them Cyan. Because that's a good name."

"I love you."

"Oh good. Because if that was true. I would probably never be able to live with you. Because otherwise you would die. And I don't want that," he sighed with relief. "Want to share a sundae?"

"Cyan is a colour," he chuckled, "You can't name things that." She named her shoes? Weird.

"I love you too."

Aaron wanted to do and see everything in Hogsmeade. Mostly though he just wanted sugar; not like he didn't already have enough, as he was sucking on his seventh or eighth chocolate pop. Honeyduke's was really the only shop he entered but that was all about to change as the young eleven year old presses his nose up against the window, steaming it up where his nostrils breathed out.

Red hair ... fair complexion ... it could have been

But it wasn't. Aaron knew that. Yet any similarities to his sister he could take, which is why, not even NOTICING that she was undoubtedly on a date with a boy, Aaron bounded into the shop and crept around to her back. Reaching his little arms up around her and covering her eyes with his smalllll hands, he grinned into her ear.

"Guess who!?!?!" Oh yes. Someone had too much sugar.

Gold blinked. "What the heck are you talking, Dylan?" What had he been thinking? Meh. "I'm fine, I eat enough for a fifteen year old. Maybe more than enough." Sometimes.

Wait, what kind of logic was THAT? "Gold is a colour, too," she pointed out, coolly. How, yes how, could he forget?

"I know."

Hehe.

Eep.

Something was CLINGING to her back. Not something, ARMS. Gold would have so pushed them off, but then she realized they were warmish. Like a kid's. How cuutte, rawrrr.

"Hey there," she said, unable to see but all cheerful, anyway. "I'm Gold and ... do I know you?"

OMG a small kid was clinging to his girlfriend. That is not cool. "Um hey there kid. You are kinda clinging to my girlfriend."

Dylan shook his head, "I dunno. I kind of lost my train of thought once I realised you ate and that you wouldn't die." He was glad about that. "Oh good good. I eat enough for a sixteen year old." Cos he was one. Oh yeah.

"But Gold is a very pretty name. And a pretty person," he smiled. "Very pretty." He beamed at her. "I love you lots Goldilocks."

"You eat enough to look really hot," Gold said, rather absent-mindedly. She drummed her fingers along the table, then realized what she had said, and grinned. "I guess you do."

"I love it when you call me Goldilocks." She totally beamed back, when he called her that. "Even though my locks aren't gold," she grinned, trying to eye her hair a bit. But she couldn't. For obvious reasons. "But I love it, just the way it is."

... and the kid was still clinging to her. Gold didn't mind. He was cute. Yeah, she could tell that, even though she couldn't see him.

Dylan blushed, slightly. She thought he looked hot. "You look enough to look hot too." He gave her hand a squeeze. Oh he loved her lots.

"You don't need to have gold hair to be Goldilocks. Because you are my Goldilocks," he smiled. "Your hair is perfect. I wouldn't want it to be golden." They might clash then. His was darkening though. For some reason. He thought kids did that when they were younger. His was obviously doing it now.

"Thanks."

Gold gave him a happy smile, when he said she was his Goldilocks and all. Because she was. She SHOULD be, at least. "I love my hair," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "Vain, right?"

... and then she remembered something she had to tell him. "DyDyy! I accidentally fed someone LOVE potion."

Oh, the horror.

Dylan chuckled, "A little bit. But I love it. You need to care about your looks." Like he did. He liked his hair to be perfect. And so should his missus.

His face fell. "You fed someone a love potion? Who did they fall in love with?" Please be someone else. He couldn't stand someone else being in love with Gold. Even if he did have her.

Care for her looks? "Not too much, though," Gold said. "I like pretty people, but I don't like it if they're not nice. I guess personality's a lot more important, at the end of the day."

Then his face fell, and she had to bite her lip. "Me," she said, all slowly. She really didn't want him to be angry with her. "But I didn't mean to," she said, quickly. "There was a bottle of love potion in my bag, and I thought it was orange juice." Merlin, he was going to think she was mad.

"Actually, I reached for the orange juice, but I grabbed the bottle instead. I had totally forgotten it was in there, and I didn't realize that was what I was giving the guy." She bit her lip, again.

"Personality is important," Dylan agreed, "But I like people to like how they look." They didn't have to be pretty. But they did have to be happy. "Also I like people to laugh. If they can make me laugh, they are fine with me."

"You?" He sighed. It was only a love potion. Just a love potion. Nothing more. "What were you doing with a love potion? You don't need one. You have me, and I already love you." Ok it was just an accident. Just an accident.

"Its ok. Is he still in love with you?"

Aww. "I love you," Gold said. "Do I make you laugh, DyDy?" She was all curious, now. Like a little kid.

She frowned a bit. Was he suspecting her, or something? "My friend sent it to me," she muttered unhappily. "When I broke up with Mr. T. She mailed it over, with a note that said how I'm losing my touch and all. To tease me and stuff. I put it in my bag to keep it out of harm's way."

Well, THAT hadn't worked out.

"No, he isn't ... Dylan, do you trust me?" She pouted a bit. He had better, you know.

Dylan smiled, "You do make me laugh. You make me smile as well. I love everything about you."

He nodded, "Ok then. I was just worried you were gonna try and force someone to love you. I didn't want to lose you." Yeah he cared that much about her. He didn't want to think about losing her. Never.

He nodded, "I trust you completely. Its the other boys that I don't trust." He smiled. "Do you trust me?"

Welsh cakes and coffee, good enough. Though it would have been better if Bibby made it. Maybe she'll have the 'touchy feelly' couple over there to try the food before they eat it to test if there are any poisons, unexplained substances or if someone spit in the food. Maybe they wouldn't be acting like they were now... Nodding at Josh's question, she watched him for a moment as he stood up and went to go order the food and drinks. Perhaps she should help him? Or...perhaps she should stay hidden where no one could see her. The second choice definitely sounded better.

Taking a deep breathe when he was gone, she buried her face in her hands, before groaning and laying her head down on the table and her hands around her neck. 'I have to get out of here!' she thought, trying to think up an excuse to leave. Ugh, why could Kay and Rex be here? The only time she would really enjoy their presence and it didn't seem likely! Then again, she was here with Josh which made it slightly more bearable, but not bearable enough!!

"Thanks." Ziva told Pierre as they came in from the cold outside. "Good, it's warm in here." she said to herself as she walked towards a small table off to the side. She sat down slowly, the pain was beginning to decrease.

Pierre smiled and followed Ziva into the tea shop. "Yes, it definately is a lot warmer in here." He rubbed his arms having had only a sweater on previously. He followed her to a table and sat down across from her. "So..."

Ziva's leg began to bounce, not making noise, it was one of the only parts of her body that didn't hurt to move it. Ziva blushed, "Soooo...." she smiled as he sat down. She wasn't sure where to start, she kept silent, waiting for him to start.

Pierre noticed that Ziva's leg was starting to bounce. It was starting to annoy him, but he figured now wasn't the time to point something like that out. He noticed her blush and blushed slightly as well. "Um...where to start," he mumbled more to himself. "I guess the main thing is, where do we go from here? Do we stay friends? Do we start going out?" Pierre was starting to freak a little and he barely was able to stop himself after his last comment.

Ziva's leg stopped bouncing, as she thought about Pierre's questions. "I don't know." Ziva told him, she was a bit stubborn right now, but she honestly didn't know.

"What do you think we should do?" she asked Pierre looking at him.

Pierre noticed that Ziva's leg had stopped bouncing. He was glad because it was starting to get to him and now was not the time to snap. He let out a sigh as Ziva didn't know either.

He thought about it for a moment. "Well, I really do like you and I don't know, I think I would like to give us a chance as a couple. But then I'm worried about ruining our friendship and all of that." He let out a sigh and rested his head on his hands.