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[almonty]

Date/Time: August 2003
Location: Diagon Alley
Open To: Young Illi-poo
Currently Involving: Younger Alli-cat

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[almonty]

Why, yes, she did mean the legend of falling down stairs, had Illiad not heard of that? Strange.

"Oh, okay. I don't eat jam," she replied, as if that made them even somehow. Her family looked upon her as a freak whenever they had Denvonshire Tea. Her father always made whipped cream and homemade raspberry jam to go on the scones, but Aleesha had never eaten the jam, instead preferring just cream and scones, or maybe a bit of honey. This was considered somewhat ridiculous of her and though it was all in good fun, sometimes she didn't appreciate it.

"Gryffindors are okay, they just have to learn they're as prejudiced as some Slytherins. Not necessarily in terms of blood, but you know, most of them see a Slytheirn and are like, ooh evil. You can't define a person by the house they're in."

She began walking towards Florean's despite Illiad's turn down, she just expected him to follow her. "So what's your favourite Cure album? If you're just wearing the t-shirt because band shirts are cool, I will not be impressed." She didn't turn around to see if he was following or not, she just kept talking.

[homely_illiad]

Louvika had never mastered those stairs, poor girl.

Somewhere in the back of his memory, he remembered Louvika developing an intense fear of jam, thinking it was made from jellyfish. Whatever. He didn't like sweets because they made him sick. Girls were weird.

"Founding an entire house based on how thick-headed people can be? Thanks, I'll pass," he said, rolling his eyes. He knew thick-headed-- he had an entire family of idiots who just loved showing each other up on how stupid they could be. "Besides, they're only noble because it makes them look better."

Likewise, Illiad knew how prejudice his own house could be-- they didn't like him, sometimes, just because a couple of his aunts had married muggles, which Illiad didn't think was all that bad-- but he wasn't going to acknowledge this to Aleesha.

"Don't you have, like, a family who might be worried about you or something?" he asked her, sincerely wishing she'd leave.

"And nothing beats Three Imaginary Boys," so don't even insinuate I don't know what I'm talking about, you little idiot. "Don't even try me. Although Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me isn't so bad. Robert Smith signed my copy when my aunt took me to see them in Dublin last summer."

[almonty]

"I do," she said nodding, as she reached the counter of Florean's. "But I ditched him because he's being boring. There's nothing worse than boring." It was true, Aleesha was not a fan of the boring. Ordinary people bored the pants off her, she liked her friends to be interesting. Of course, it was all by her definition of interesting. Maybe she was friends with someone boring only she thought they were interesting, so ergo, she was friends with a boring person, it was just that she found them interesting.

Whatever. This thought process was boring her.

She wasn't surprised to find Illiad behind her as she ordered. "Oooh, good choice, you can't go past a debut. Although I was always somewhat partial to Faith." She hummed Funeral Party under her breath for a bar or two, before clapping her hands together, delighted. "You met him? Merlin's left arm, how lucky are you? Did you cry? I never got that, the crying over meeting famous people, they're just people too, you know?"

"Can I have a mango sorbet please," she asked the cashier, as he came over to take her order. "Hey grab that table, uh, what was your name?" She had just remembered they'd yet been introduced, although they had been chatting for a few minutes. She might have recognised Illiad, but she had never found out his name.

[homely_illiad]

On the other hand, Illiad didn't mind boring people so much. Boring people meant he wasn't being dragged to the old graveyard at night to lure out angry spirits with Louvika (the only thing they'd lured out was a whole load of mud on to Illiad's pant legs and a bat, which got caught in his hair). Boring people meant he wasn't having to watch his cousin Bacchus' back when the older boy picked a fight with one of Illiad's own housemates at Eyelopes earlier that morning.

Not that he himself was boring! Not by far! It'd be a near crime to insinuate that a member of the Hawkins family, no matter how far detached, like Illiad, could possibly be boring! It was a veritable sin! Even the Muggle members of the family were eccentric-- one of Illiad's aunts had married a Muggle and given birth to three Muggle children-- one who'd run away and become a shaman for a tribe in South America, one who made dolls for a living, and one who was a serial killer. Very interesting people. No, no, no! Illiad was not boring-- he wasn't even from boring stock. Hejust liked his peace and quiet. It meant he could think.

"I don't cry when I meet famous people," Illiad said, his voice dripping with contempt. "He was perfectly normal."

"And my name is Illiad Laertes Patrokles Achilles Hawkins," he grumbled. He figured if she'd been observing him so closely, why hadn't she been watching him on the Quidditch field? He was far better known there and then she would've definitely known his name.

"And don't even try to make fun of it!" It was his pride and joy, his name. Except maybe that last bit there. The rest had been given to him by his beloved mother, who was Greek and who loved telling him the old stories. He'd always felt very personal about the characters who shared one of his names and took any insult to them personally.

He just glared when the ice cream maker offered to take his water.