A private corner of the establishment

[Blake Deimos]

Blake sat down at the table and smiled with a softly spoken thank you when Madam Rosmerta brought over two butterbeers without asking or being prompted. She only smiled in return and left the two boys to their conversation. He looked to Emery, swallowing heavily again in a discreet way and speaking to him steadily. "How are you?"

[Emery Lowell]

Emery took a swig of the butterbeer brought to him, some froth sticking to his upper-lip. "Pretty good, pretty good. 'Ow about you, Blakey?" he responded.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake pointed at his own upper lip and giggled, "Emery, you have something.. right here..." He took his own sip and made sure to swipe his tongue along his lips to catch any froth, "I'm okay, just here, existing and enjoying the company of people."

[Emery Lowell]

Emery looked at Blake blankly and then dabbed at his mouth with a napkin; he smiled sheepishly, "Oh, my bad."

(brb, gotta drop sis off to friend's house O: !)

[Blake Deimos]

Blake's shoulders shook with stifled giggles as he waved his hand to show him it was okay. He drank again to try and get rid of the dryness that was starting to form in his throat. "It's fine, people get froth on their lips. What did you do today on your free day?"

[Emery Lowell]

"Eehhh... mostly slept the day away really. I was planning to do that regardless of free day or not though, haha." he replied laughing, "So what'd you need to talk about, Blakey-boy?"

[Blake Deimos]

Blake hummed in response to the reply he got and sipped a little more frequently now, "I.. I actually wanted to ask you something more than talk about something.." He writhed in his seat, cheeks pinked, trying to word it all right in his mind before he did.

[Emery Lowell]

Emery looked down at his watch and his eyes widened, "Blimey, Blake! We're going to be late for the train, we gotta go!" He stood up and dropped some money on the table, not caring if it was too much or little. Emery grabbed Blake's hand and led them out of the Three Broomsticks in a mad dash for the train.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco was relaxed into his chair while staring off into space in the private little niche he found himself. He was practically invisible to them and that was what he needed right now, to be unnoticeable and inconspicuous for he wasn't in a social mood and that included arguments. Sipping at his mug, he tapped on the table steadily and sighed while getting lost in thought again.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy came in and found Draco off in a corner. She walked up to him with a huge smile on her face, kissing his cheek, and hugging him. "Happy Birthday!"

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco directed his attention to the very happy girl before him and returned her affections with a hug and a kiss on her cheek as well, "Thank you. Have a seat Pans, what's wrong?" She had said she needed him. Pansy never joked about something like that.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy bit her lip nervously. "Something happened and I need your advice." She took the seat opposite his, crossing her legs and straightening out her dress that had become messed up from their hug.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco quirked a brow and motioned for Madam Rosmerta when she looked his way. He asked for another pitcher of butterbeer and another mug, pouring Pansy a fresh glass and placing it in front of her, "Alright, I'll do my best."

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy took a deep breath. "Blaise kissed me... and likes me," she added very quickly and in very much a whisper, not looking directly at Draco but at a spot on the wall behind him.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco, to say the least, was shocked. Blaise had never dropped any indication of liking Pansy, or wanting to kiss her, but if he did then good for him. Blank faced, Draco sipped at his mug and asked in drawl, "And how do you feel?"