Post by JULIET GRACE PIPER on Apr 21, 2013 10:27:42 GMT -8
Madam Puddifoots was mostly a hot spot for couples and people looking for the romantic setting. But not Juliet, she had only gone for the coco. The snow was falling in puffballs and she had become rather chilled while she was walking about Hogsmeade. She had originally intended to go to the Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeer, but the smell of hot coco coming from the tea shop had persuaded her otherwise. Normally, one would be emarrassed to go into the sickeningly romantic shop by their lonesome, But it really didn't bother her in the slightest.
Pulling her jacket up close to her neck and thrusting her hands in her pockets, Juliet briskly walked to the shop, snow piling on the tips of her sneakers as she did. She nodded here and there by way of greeting those who waved to her, as most of her face was buried in a rather large Gryffindor scarf. Juliet was a summer person, she loved the heat. The winter, however beautiful it looked, drove her mad. Being stuck in layer upon layer of clothing, but still feeling cold, the snow that eventually turned to slush and went right through your boots, and most of all the piercing wind. All of it was irritating to her. She longed for the heat, the noisy insects, the warm summer breezes, and not having to trap herself in copious amounts of jackets.
Pulling the door open, the chime tinkling cheerfully, she walked into the shop. The heads of the only couple in there turned momentarily, before they went back to gazing at each other. Juliet shook her head, she may be a hopeless romantic at times, but some of the people that came here were down right sickening and mushy. Sliding her jacket off and taking a seat near a window, she ordered a ridiculously large coco, and withdrew a book from her coat.
While her namesake was a Shakespearean romantic, Juliet often preferred daring tales to read. Jules Verne was a particular favorite of hers, and currently what she had brought to read. Journey to the Center of the Earth never lost its appeal for her. She pulled her knees up to her, and began to read.
After she was a few pages in, she heard the footsteps closing in as they came to her table. She looked up, expecting to see the cheerful owner, when instead she was met with the gaze of a classmate, holding her drink out to her.
She smiled and took it, setting it down gently so as not to spill the contents.
"You can have a seat if you like, I'm not expecting anyone." She offered, gesturing to the empty chair beside her.
