Butterbeer!?

Koboshi Aiko

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OOC First Name
Teigan
Sexual Orientation
Heteroflexible
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Ivy Wand 13" Essence of Gargoyle Tooth
Age
5/2014
Koboshi shook her head in anger as
she walked towards a small restaurant.
She had come all the way out to Brightstone,
to meet a friend, only to have them cancel on her.
Meaning that she had come all the way out here
for absolutely nothing.
Then to make matters worse,
Some rotten first year who had been running around corners,
ran right into her and spilt a
GOD DAMN BUTTERBEER on her new clothes.
They were very expensive.
Imported from Japan infact.
And some ‘Rotten Firstie’ Spilled Butterbeer all over it.
Why are Butterbeers even allowed to exist?
She asked herself as she sat down and sighed.
Butterbeers are a stupid waste of time and effort.
No-one she knew even drank them.

She sighed and stuck her feet up on the opposite
chair to make herself more comfortable.
She honestly did not like the congestion
that was in Brightstone weekends.
Its not that she was claustrophobic,
It was just that she didn’t like large crowds.
Its not that they scared her.
More annoyed her really.

Koboshi ordered a glass of Crystal water
and waited for it to arrive.
When the waiter discreetly asked for a tip
Koboshi simply snorted, and sent him on his way.
Why tip him for bringing her water.
T’was just water, she could have easily gone to
fetch it herself.
But as she was in a small restaurant,
it was their job, and so she let them fetch it
for her. Why expend herself?
 
Speed walked through the streets of Brightstone Village, this was one of the many times he had been here but the first by himself, but he was not scared, in fact he was a little happier, sometimes it was straining having to keep an eye on everyone he passed making sure his sister was safe at all times, the problem with doing this our whole life is that you forget about yourself and what is happening to you, this is way Speed was so unbalanced which is why he had so many scars and bruises, much to his demon sisters enjoyment.

Speed laughed to himself, as he bought a Butter beer, he loved Butter beers they tasted so nice and sweet, he then walked out and continued on his stroll, he stopped when he nearly fell over and jammed his leg, so he hobbled over to a restaurant, his jeans slightly torn at the knees and hat hat on its side, he quickly straightened it.

He nearly made it but again tripped, this time losing his Butter beer, he was a little upset as he was going so well, he had only tripped twice that whole day and now he had lost his drink, but to make things worse his drink spilt all over a little girl, some even got into her drink.

Speed opened his mouth in an ‘O’ shape, all pain had left his leg and he went quickly to the little girl. “Im so sorry little girl, are you OK?” He asked, starting to mop her up, he felt so sorry for her, and what made him more upset was he broke a nail too. “Damn I broke a nail.” He muttered before turning the attention back on the little girl, he looked her up and down; she looked Asian, maybe Chinese? He hoped she could speak English fluently, “You speak English right?” He asked nicely a kind smile on his face, he pulled at his white sweater a bit as he waited for her reaction.
 
Koboshi sighed carefully as she sipped her water.
She was starting to relax now,
maybe she would have a better day now.
Atleast that was what she had hoped,
until some clumsy idiot tripped and spilled
Butterbeer everywhere.
On her clothes,
in her hair,
and even, god forbid,
in her god damn drink.
She stood up roughly and pushed him away from her.
“little girl? Little girl, what the hell you stupid arsehole!”
she yelled.
She normally didn’t swear but today
she was just in such a bad mood she couldn’t help herself.

The idiot boy was complaining about breaking a nail.
What the hell was he gay or something?
Koboshi was quickly being to lose her patience.
She was not going to stand by and let this idiot insult her.
“You just spilled your drink all over me,
and you are worried about your ****ing nail?!”

She asked as she glared up at the taller boy.
She already knew she was going to enjoy this.
“And yes I can speak English you ****ing fag!
What the hell else would I be speaking?!”

She glared angrily yelling at the incompetent boy.​
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OOCOut of Character:
Please excuse the language she is in a REALLY bad mood
 
Speed watched as the little girl stood up, she looked slightly unbalanced and Speed immediatly felt worst, not only did he spill his drink on her, he also made her sad, but he was very surprised when she pushed him away, he went staggering back but he didnt fall down this time, which was probably a good thing, but want shocked Speed the most was the little girls choice of words, how could she be so rude? Hopefully it is because of the Butterbeer and she is not this horrible all the time, obviously she hated being called little, though compared to Speed she was little, very little.

“Look Im sor-“ But the girl cut him off, she was angry that he was worried about his broken nail. “Well ofcourse Im worried it hurts like he-“ But she cut him off again, her words really hurt Speed, no-one had ever called him a fag before, he was nearly speechless, but he was not going to let this evil little girl make him cry, he swallowed before speaking, trying to slow down his heart rate, he had spent two seconds with this girl and she had already said the correct things that could make him cry. “Im sorry that I spill Butterbeer on you, but I dont think that gives you the right to scream at me and call me names, no matter how upset you are.” He explained, his voice shaking, he would have much rathered the girl attack him with fists instead of words, his emotional strength was serverly lacking, if only his sister was here. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked, still trying to be nice even though the girl was a complete b!tch.

OOCOut of Character:
Poor Speedy :( Koshi is so mean, though if this keeps going hes going to be crying his eyes out sooner than planned :D
 

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