New year, new team, first meeting

[Hayzie]

It had only been days since Hayzie Roberts had been awarded the status of Head Girl, and she wasn't sure the shock had set in properly yet. However, there she was on her way to Hogsmeade to have a first, proper, meeting with Wyl Thirsk, the new Head Boy.

What a scary thought.

It wasn't often the Gryffindor travelled to Hogsmeade nowadays as it was difficult to get her wheelchair through the crowds of people, but surely it wouldn't be so bad in the Three Broomsticks... would it?

On opening the door, however, the blonde realised with a despair filled sigh that she was wrong. Pulling the hood off her head, letting the warm air from the Three Broomsticks warm her quicker than any warming charm, Hayz waved to one of the bartenders who instantly recognised her. Well, it wasn't difficult. She couldn't think of another student at the school who was confined to a wheelchair, or hoverchair for that matter.

Heading over her way, Hayzie smiled. "Hey, Tim.. busy today?" she asked, to which he replied: "Busy's an understatement. Good thing I'm just starting my break I feel?" Hayzie nodded and looked for a gap in the crowd. "Any chance there's a private booth free anywhere? I'm meeting someone here soon, don't suppose he's here yet? Tall, blonde hair, glasses, blue eyes...?"

At these words, Tim raised one eyebrow her way which green eyes quickly caught. "No, not that!" she laughed, swatting his arm lightly and pointing to the new badge on her robes. "He's Head Boy. We've never really spoken before, but there's got to be a first time for everything."

"Ah.. Tim replied, gesturing towards the side of the room they were on. "In fact, there's one right next to you..." waving his wand, a new door appeared which opened to reveal a room with a small fire, a few scattered armchairs and a small coffee table. "Perfect, as always," Hayzie admired, wheeling her way past two or three people and heading into the room. "Butterbeer on the house?" she asked cheekily.

"Don't push it too far!" Tim laughed. "I'll let him know you're here if I see him."

"Cheers, Tim," Hayzie laughed, wheeling further in as the bartender left and warming her hands in front of the fire. Wyl had wanted to talk to her about some things, but what she wasn't sure. All she knew was that the conversation would be interesting....

[Wyl]

Wyl bowled into the Three Broomsticks, fashionably late, as seemed to be his way. Nodding warmly at almost everyone around him, even those he didn't know, besides one that he did a double-take at then kept walking further into the pub. he pushed his glasses a little higher up his nose and wound his way through the crowd to the bar. Thankfully, it was not the usual barman who would very likely have had Wyl thrown out of the pub due to some past behaviour of Wyl's - through no fault of his own of course. Who would've thought that all those glasses and mugs would fall from the air and break if Wyl's concentration was shifted elsewhere for a second?

"I'm looking for Hayzie Roberts," Wyl knew who she was, of course, they'd met briefly during the Quidditch Matches at the school and become loose acquaintances at the Christmas Ball. Wyl vaguely remembered a quip concerning Hayzie he'd used on Lottie when he had been going out with Lott. He shook himself a little, trying to free himself of those thoughts and then waited for the response from the barman. He cast his eyes around the hazy pub, trying to find the Head Girl to little avail. Then the barman pointed out a door that Wyl had never noticed before and Wyl saluted the barman in thanks.

Trotting over to the door he pushed it open and savoured the few moments of walking into a room where the buzz of noise slowly melts into nothingness behind him. He spotted Hayzie immediately and made his presence known to her by clearing his throat as the door swung noiselessly shut behind him. He still wasn't entirely used to seeing her in a wheelchair and didn't know the circumstances behind what had happened. There were rumours, of course, there were always rumours though. Wyl preferred not to believe them and make his own judgements.

"Hullo, Hayzie. It's nice to meet you again," Wyl ran a hand through his scruffy blonde hair and walked further into the room so that he was able to talk to Hayzie a little more casually as opposed to screaming at her from across the room. He wanted to get stuck into the wealth of knowledge Hayzie had about most things around the school - compared to her, he was a novice - and he knew she had many many contacts that could be usual in the future.

He simply had to figure out how to steer the conversation that way.

[Hayzie]

Hayzie's hands had reached the "toasty" stage as Wyl opened the door, but the blonde hadn't quite realised she had company until he announced himself, as such. Turning her head quickly, the Head Girl smiled and turned around in her chair. "Hey, glad you could make it," she greeted Wyl, gesturing to one of the comfortable looking armchairs. Boy they were one thing she missed.

Levitating the jug of Butterbeer that lay on the table in the centre of the room, Hayz poured out two glasses of the warm liquid and one made its way over to Wyl, the other to her now significantly warmer hands. For someone who usually had no trouble talking, the Gryffindor found herself suddenly shy. It wasn't often nowadays that she met new people, and even less often the short girl found herself in this situation.

"So..." Hayzie began, finding herself unsure of how to start the conversation. It took her a while to decide on the best route. "How are you?"

[Wyl]

Wyl adjusted his glasses and smiled at Hayzie about to speak when she welcomed him into the room. His attention, however, was distracted by a floating mug of Butterbeer. Catching it and taking a sip, he allowed the warm liquid to flow through his body and calm him down that little bit.

"I'm fine thanks." Wyl walked over to the chair that looked the most comfortable and sank into it with a contented sigh. "How're you? Did you have a good Christmas?"


OOC: I told you it'd suck.