Grooming Griffith

Bonnie giggled as her snow white barn owl, Griffith, pressed his face intimately against hers. She tilted her head and gently brushed her fingers against his soft feathers. "Gorgeous," she murmured to him, cooeing softly.

Davin entered the owelry, trying to send his sister a letter. He hadn't been able to sleep the night before, so he had written her and waited until later to send it on a full stomach. "Uh, hello," he said, coming to a full and surprised stop as he saw Bonnie already there.

Bonnie turned and lifted an eyebrow, blinking at the boy as he stepped in. She recognized him, he had been with that skank Blair. She pursed her lips and nodded a greeting to the boy.

George scampered up the stairs to the Owlrey. He was determined to find Harry though he doubted he'd be there. George had searched every other room in Hogwarts and Harry hadnt turned up. Honestly he had forgotten why he was looking for him. The weasley stopped in his tracks upon entering the area. There was a boy and a rather annoyed looking girl. He smirked and pulled his wand out, sticking it in the healed over hole that was his ear. George approached the two, leaning against the wall. "Hello youngins." he chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets as he waited for them to notice him.

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the ginger-haired man with a wand sticking out of the side of his head. She blinked. "Oh, uhm, hi."

"Just trying to ease the tension." He raised a brow, reachin up to pull the wooden object out of his ear. He smiled politley, waving his wand in the air as it spelled out Weasley in big orange sparkley letters. "The names George, master of pranks and destroyer of privacy. At your service. What's your name?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side as he pocketed his wand.

Bonnie smiled softly. "Bonnie. I'm Bonnie." She ran a hand through the deep red curls atop her head, trying to tame it at least a bit.

George bowed in response grinning as he took her hand and planted a kiss on it. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you miss Bonnie." He completly ignore the other bloke, determined to cheer the lass up before he addresses him.

Her face turned a particular shade of red, her hair shifting to black from root to tip. She smiled sweetly. [color]"Uhm, pleasure to meet you, too, mister George, master of pranks and destroyer of privacy."[/color]

George chuckled and smirked at her, apparating behind her and grabbing her sides. "Impressive title yeah? Are you ticklish?" He grinned innocently, lightly prodding at her sides with his slender freckled fingers.

She squealed, wiggling helplessly under his fingers and giggling uncontrollably. "Stop!" She gasped breathlessly, black curls bouncing as she squirmed.

"Well Ill take that as a yes." He chuckled and released her, apparating back to his place against the wall. He shivered, wandlessly casting a warming charm on the room. "Do you, like pranks?" he raised a brow, leaning towards her slightly.

The corner of her mouth twitched up in a half smile, she nodded. "Only if they're on Draco," she said with a giggle, irises shifting to a liquid gold.

Davin was slightly nauseated at this display from the two, though he didn't say anything. He called an owl down from the rafters and stroked its head with a finger softly before tying the letter to its outstretched leg. He was glad that he could write his sister anytime he needed to; she was his rock, and he missed talking to her. "What brings you up here, George? Any further news on the Hogsmeade shop?" Davin turned to the redhead once he had sent the owl away, remembering that he and his twin had entrusted the new place to their younger sister, Ginny. He wondered when it would be open for business.

Her eyes changed again, turning red as she remembered the other boy. She glanced at him before turning her back on him once again, smiling at George. "You're opening a shop in Hogsmeade?"

George nodded, smiling enthusiasticaly. "Yes mam, grand opening is Sunday." A wicked smirk spread across his face as he reached into his pocket, pulling out an enchanted snap dragon. It popped a couple times and shot out of his hand, sparkling in the air as it formed a kitten. It bounded around him several times before jumping back into his hand and exploding into a chocolate piece.

Her gaze watched the small kitten as it bounded about the man, a smile on her face. She giggled when the animal landed in his hand and turned into a chocolate. "Oh, I'll have to go," she said, tilting her head a bit.

Davin fingered his wand lovingly, irritated that the stupid girl was being a bitch again. "Filthy Mudblood," he muttered as he turned on his heel and began to walk away, deciding not to hex her for how she had treated not only Blair but how she thought she was so much better than him as well, though clearly their blood stated otherwise.

George turned his gaze to the boy. Had he just said what george thought he did...He pointed his wand towards the door and it closed with a soft thud. He raised a brow, clearing his throat. "Whoah mate...Now I may be missing an ear but, I could have swore you just called her a mudblood..thats not a very nice thing to say." George crossed his freckled arms, staring directly at the boy as the chocolate fell to the floor.

"Don't you see how filthy her blood is?" Davin sneered slightly, but left his wand in his pocket. He didn't want to cause too much of a stir, but was not fond of the girl. "She's not the innocent girl you think she is, either. She can fight her own battles... I hope." Davin crossed his arms and looked between Bonnie and George.

Her nails elongated into sharp claws, eyes shifting from red to black as she glared at the boy. A growl tore from her throat. "Oh, I could rip your throat out," she hissed, stepping towards him as her mouth shifted into the muzzle of a wolf. She clenched her fists, shoulders hunching slightly. "Would you like me to? Or should I slit my wrist and shove my filthy blood down your throat?!"

"Theres no such thing as filthy blood. Shes just as good as you and any other pureblood. Im pureblood and you dont see me going around calling others mudbloods. Thats just pathetic. Yknow if it werent for a certain mudblood you wouldnt even be here." george rolled his eyes. He couldnt understand why students were acting so damn immature. He sighed as bonnie spoke, looking at her sympatheticaly.. "And, dont do either of those Bonnie. Hes not worth the effort."

Davin shrugged, clearly not afraid of Bonnie's threats or caring about what George had to say. He pulled his wand out and played with it in his fingers as he waited for George to stop speaking. "I'm only reacting to how she treated me first," he said simply, his eyes on the thin wooden stick in his hand. "I don't want to cause a fuss over her dirty blood, so I would like to take my leave now." He raised an eyebrow at the two he was facing, preparing to turn and leave.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled softly, nodding her head towards the open window behind her. "There's the window," she said, tilting her head. "Good luck getting past me. And go ahead and curse me like your skank did. That'll be an interesting conversation with the Headmistress" She shrugged and giggled. "'Oh, I'm sorry, Headmistress, I called her a mudblood and she got mad so I hexed her'" She mocked, rolling her eyes.

George rolled his eyes and pointed his wand towards the door. The wooden slab opened for the boy as he leaned against the wall. His brow furrowed as he kept his mouth closed. He seriously wanted to deck this pathetic pureblood prick straight in the dome bit he refrained, instead shoving his hands into his pockets.