Underwear Woes of Embarassment (Anael / Jari )

[Anael Zabini]

Anael shook her head. “I mean that I would gain weight. It doesn't matter how much you exercise, it's harder to lose weight than it is to keep it off in the first place. Not that I think that I couldn't find a way to work it off anyway... You know, playing sports and all.” Anael was a quidditch player, but she was also the sort of person that would play muggle games with friends that were muggleborn or half-blood. For obvious reasons Blaise didn't keep books on muggle sports around so Ana had to learn from others. Which was fine, since she liked talking to people more than she liked sitting down with a book anyway.

She wasn't sure what Jari was saying when he raised his glass, though she assumed that it was something like 'cheers'. Unless he was just taking the time to insult her in another language, but she was alright with that too. She was sure that she would do the same if she knew a language that no one else at school did. “Cheers to you, Jari,” she said with a smirk, wondering if he would prefer that she use his surname. She lifted her warm glass to him, then took a swig of it. It was sickly sweet, almost, but she knew that was because she wasn't used to it. She watched Jari to see how he would react to the alcohol. To her surprise, rather well.

“Revisiting an old friend? Maybe I shouldn't let you have anymore, you're starting to sound like an alcoholic in the making. Teenagers don't know when to stop, you know.” She glanced at the hot chocolate when he asked, then stirred it with the peppermint cane. “Best I've had in a while, though that could just be because I haven't had hot chocolate in so long... They say that the drinks are better or worse depending on the company. Am I so trying on your nerves with that in your hand?” she asked with a smirk on her face. She hadn't expected him to hang around this long but the promise of alcohol seemed enough to keep him there.

[shava4444]

He nodded, agreeing with that at the least, not that Quidditch was a real sport in his mind. Flying was just too easy to do compared to the more physical sports. And he had been flying most of his life so he felt he knew what he was talking about, but he knew better then to start that subject up! "Hmm, well that is definitely true. And a good habit to start now before getting older." He almost, almost said 'we get' but managed to stop that thought mid sentence. Conversations like these were what sometimes got him in so much trouble!

"I would think more physical things like running would burn more off then most things." She didn't remark on his Finnish, but she was smart enough to know what it meant, answering him in kind. He nodded in appreciation, but was enjoying the flavors too much to want to speak for a minute. her comment made his other hand pull the second shot farther away from her with a raised eyebrow. "Harcly since I can not get it on my own. This is the first I've had since school started so I think a few weeks between drinks is hardly addictive behavior."

A glance at the first as he finished it off and held the other between his hands and he felt a bit sad. While he had never been a strong drinker or often, there was something about the flavor of certain ones which reminded him of happier times, far before all of this curse began. "I admit, it does reminded me of better days." When she related the quality of the drink to his company he looked at her surprised at the meaning there. Was she saying she liked his company a lot? And then a comment on how she tried his nerves caused a soft chuckle.

"I definitely like this conversation better then underwear ones that I must agree with, but not trying as you put it. Why you started that entire conversation that way still eludes me however, as well as why you invited me for a drink." He sipped the beginning of the second one, not realizing he was becoming very mellow or recognizing what was only just beginning to happen. Not that he should have been since it had been nearly sixty years since he was last actually very drunk. Amazing what a good tolerance could do for you without your realizing it!

[Anael Zabini]

“See, this is where we can agree,” Ana said, feeling pleased with that. She was gaining enthusiasm about nearly everything because the sugar was getting into her system. It didn't work quite like alcohol though it did put her in a great mood. “My father likes to talk about staying in shape. But that's because he works in a job that he has to be active in all the time. Do you think that they allow women to become hit wizards... witches?” she asked casually. She wasn't sure really that she should talk about what her father did in a place like this, but she was for some reason beyond the point of caring.

Anael shrugged. Jari was kind of hard to joke with since he took everything seriously, but it was entertaining in its own way since most people played along with her. “I know that. I just don't want to give you any ambitions about it. You sound like an old man sometimes, someone who is a bit too familiar with the bottle. If you aren't careful in your seventh year they'll be booting you out of Ravenclaw and throwing you into Hufflepuff. I mean, better days? Really?” She said this only to irritate him since he was against judging on things like house apparently. And she didn't believe that Hufflepuffs were stupid, either. Despite what she said earlier she did like a little argument.

She decided that it was now her turn to order something stronger than hot chocolate. The waitress gave her a weird look but she didn't care as long as she didn't notice that Jari was more affected than she was. “Well, we were near underwear. Why wouldn't that be the first thing that came into my mind? Besides, if you had seen your face, you wouldn't have been able to resist either. As for the drink... I didn't have anything better to do. But I'm not complaining. And why weren't you here with friends?”

When her drink came, she drank it down in very quick swigs. She was no stranger to alcohol either, though it was almost as though she had a natural tolerance for the burn and taste. Not necessarily the effects.

[shava4444]

Oddly, while Fredrik was often more alert to changes, the flavor had for once helped him forget about checking his body (especially as the new one had so MANY differences) and thus he had no clue of the little clues now cropping up. Like, not being worried about talking about hit wizards. Not ever having dealt with them, he didn't really know much about them so his relaxed mind took it as it sounded; they hit people. "Um, why not? Got to be places where a man can't hit, after all, or go, I mean." He took another sip, smaller this time making it last.

The other distraction was her talking about him sounding like an old man.

He didn't sober up, but he did become more cautious, rapidly. "Better days like summer, silly. Free days, no classes. Home." He paused and looked at her confused. First off he was fairly sure you were a particular house for life. And second "What do you mean? Why from Ravenclaw to Hufflepuff? I don't get it." Why was his face so entertaining to her, this strange Lion? When she ordered this time he pulled out galleons and paid, getting himself a hot chocolate without the peppermint.

Fredrik had never been big on sweets, but he should be able to mix the creme in and ton it down some. taking the last sip of his drink he set the glass down in the middle of the table with the other and relaxed. It was a little alarming hos she chugged hers down and he leaned forward ignoring his hot chocolate for a minute. "See now, how can you even taste that? You drink it too fast to really enjoy it that much I would think..."

[Anael Zabini]

“I wonder, too, if they let you bring more weapons than just wands. I'm rather good with a baseball bat.” She wondered if he knew what that was. The only reason she did was because a muggleborn friend had told her about them. “In case you're wondering, it's basically a piece of wood that's shaped perfectly for hitting things. You're supposed to hit balls, kind of like bludgers or something, but they work on people just as well.” She wasn't that much of a bully really but when you talked bad about her family, you were really taking your life into your hands.

Anael smirked. “I thought that you would be the type to prefer school over home. But I guess this time I was wrong.” Her smirk faded a little bit for a second after he asked her about the house thing. Then she busted out laughing. “I meant to say that Hufflepuff has a reputation for being the house people are sorted into when they aren't clever, ambitious, or brave. They're the 'extras'. If you do drink too much in your seventh year you'll wipe all those overactive brain cells right out.”

For whatever reason Jari's comment reminded her of a parent. Probably the way that it seemed almost like a lecture, but worded in such a way that it wasn't. “I don't always drink it too fast. I've had this before. Besides, I'm just getting the thickness of the hot chocolate out of my mouth.” She ordered another one which made the waitress nervous. “Don't look at me that way. I'm a paying customer,” Ana snapped at her. Then she grinned at Jari as the waitress left. “You never did tell me why you aren't in Hogsmeade with friends.” Already she felt the warmth in her body from the alcohol. Maybe she did drink it a bit too fast... Oh well.

[shava4444]

Suddenly they went from talking about wizards hitting people, to carrying weapons into school. What an odd conversation! "Uh...what? Why would you want to to begin with? Bring one I mean. Wands work just fine here I would think." Baseball? What an odd thing to do. "What, like bouncing them off of it up in the air you mean?" And she had tried hitting people before with them.

He shook his head at how impulsive she seemed to be.

"Why? I'm ahead in all my classes, I'd rather be done with it and off in the world doing something with my time instead of more homework. Just because I'm a Raven doesn't mean I'm addicted to books." He eyed her with a raised eyebrow. "And here I thought they were known for being loyal. You do realize that those same traits can be found in other houses too, right? they're not exclusive..." Did children always pick one group to make fun of? Cruel buggers, the kind he had dealt with making his school years so rough.

Fredrik had never been a popular kid. Somehow he was having a bit of trouble talking, like his brain didn't think he should be saying something a certain way and was heating up from the effort. What a weird sensation it was too.

Her comment about the thickness made more sense after he had sipped his own and then began mixing the creme more into it. "Wow that's sweet... Okay, I can kind of see that. Seems a bit strong to wash your mouth with, maybe water so you can enjoy the drink more." Another sip of the hot drink with the creme mixed made it much easier to drink. "I don't usually invite friends with me when I'm getting clothes for myself, that's why. It's not like I came down here to run up and down streets and...all." He'd about said 'act uncivilized' yet it occurred to him this girl in front of him was one who probably enjoyed that very thing.

[Anael Zabini]

“I mean that I would want to use a bat if I were a hit witch, but I do have a bat back at the dorm. Do you want to see it sometime?” Anael asked as though she were referring to a pet instead of a tool for injury. “I don't know what they use them for exactly in the muggle world. My friend tried to explain it to me, but it just didn't seem as interesting as quidditch so I dropped out halfway through. Do you play quidditch? I don't think I have seen you on the pitch, but maybe you're one of those weird kids that goes there when the teams aren't practicing.” She just went on and on, chatting happily as though the subjects were one.

Anael shook her head slowly, looking at Jari with amusement. “That's the reaction that I was looking for. I knew that would get to you. Geez, you raise your eyebrow at me more than my grandmother does, and that's saying something.” She was used to people judging her on little things but she didn't get that look very often unless it was from her family members. Most people were more upfront about it.

“Trust me, I know about the house thing. I'm the first person in my family for a long, long time that was not sorted into Slytherin house. I talk about judging by houses, but I don't do it as often as you think.” She looked into her new drink, a little bitter suddenly. She was proud to be a Gryffindor, but she did hate the way that some of the extended family looked at her. “Even my cousins are Slytherins. I'm sure that I have traits from that house, though, since people like to compare me to several of my family members. I have friends in all the houses.” She shrugged. She played it off cool but sometimes houses were a sore subject. Why did she think it was a good idea to tease Jari with that? Well, it was worth it, because he had such predictable and fun reactions.

“The first drink was for washing down the thick! Now I am going to enjoy myself.” She took a sip of the cocktail that she had ordered and moved it around in her mouth before swallowing. “You're probably too embarrassed to shop for underwear with other people around.” She started to giggle for no reason, then was unable to stop, and just pointed at Jari while giggling, trying to get ahold of herself. “Would you have gotten the elephant ones if I hadn't come along?” she asked at last, a huge grin on her face.

It was starting to get hot, so she took her jacket off. Under was a somewhat thin white tank top, only made somewhat inappropriate by the fact that her bra was black.

[shava4444]

She would hit with a bat instead of her hands? Well that did make more sense really if you wanted to protect your hands. The fact that someone would want to hit another in the first place didn't quite click yet, mostly due to slowed thinking by the ingested alcohol. "Sounds pointless, yes. And no, never cared much for sports really. I fly whenever I can because I love it, but I prefer no rules, no competition, just me and the broom doing what I want to." He was good enough a flier to make the Ravenclaw Captain drools if he had seen him, but so far he had managed to avoid being seen.

It would be too hard to explain anyway, but he simply adored flight. "Back in Finland I understand they race the edge of cliffs and forests with wild creatures, often risking major injuries every day for fun!" He grinned, remembering older times and the light in his eyes was clear this was a dream come true for him. "That's the way flying is supposed to be..." She didn't let him enjoy it long making a comment about his eyebrows. Fredrik actually had to resist the urge to reach up and check them by feel.

On the house subject he tried to think of what to say, but his mind kept coming up zero so he stopped trying.

Something about what she was doing bothered him, but he could remember why for some reason. She had just had two different drinks, and for some reason he thought that was important, but he couldn't think why. It was quickly wiped out by her most insinuating comment yet. He instantly blushed, reminded of the ridiculous and tacky underwear and the thought someone would put themselves in the trunk was so personal a thought he nearly freaked. The blush redoubled in area and he stuttered and stammered a minute before he was about to get cohesive words out loud.

"WHAT! NO!!" then realizing how loud he was he hissed the rest out "That was one of the most insane things I have ever seen! Don't say that!"

[Anael Zabini]

Anael thought about that. “I could see why you would do that, but don't you like the competition?” She looked at Jari appraisingly for a moment then shook her head. “Nah, you seem too quiet to care about that. Well, whatever makes you happy.” She didn't seem to have a care in the world... And her drink was going much more quickly than it should have been. She listened to him talk about Finand and racing with creatures and the idea was rather exciting to her. She wished they did things like that here. “I got to ride a Hippogriff once, when I was a lot younger. My grandmother knew someone that cared for them. Oh, it was the best feeling! Have you ever ridden something like that?”

She laughed very loudly at his reaction to the elephant underwear. She had never seen someone go so red so fast. “You were probably just worried about how you would get it in, weren't you? If you ever change your mind about them, I'll help you out.” She winked at him, then ran her finger on the top of her glass and seductively licked it where some of the fruity drink had gotten. She was enjoying the art of teasing him, but she didn't think that she would actually try anything. That is, unless she got more drinks in her. She knew that herself, and yet she didn't seem to care.

“We should go somewhere else after this! Come on, Jari. I already know that you don't have other plans. We can go to the joke shop, or to somewhere else!” She was extremely enthusiastic for not knowing where she wanted to go, ignoring the fact that she had basically insulted him. “Let's go... see the Shrieking Shack. They say that it really is haunted, that a student snuck in on a dare and died inside, unable to find his way back out.” She went from extreme enthusiasm to speaking in a dark voice, trying to be spooky.

[shava4444]

Fredrik snorted. "Competition? No way! It is better that no one know what I am capable of so that no one can second guess me to begin with in a pinch. And yes, I did ride on once, but I prefer a broom because I can be in total control of it. Another creature always can surprise you or misunderstand your wishes." Now that he was drinking hot chocolate (which was good even if too sweet), he had the presence of mind to notice she was drinking awfully fast.

Not enough to make him think about his own rapidly distracted mind, but still.

But no, she didn't stop, she made it worse instead asking in ways that showed she had too much knowledge of male anatomy for his liking! "Oh paskan marjat!" His blush intensified as one of the last things he wanted was to awaken this body's hormones, remembering all the panic and embarrassment of his first lifetime. "You should not talk about such things..." Even worse, she made motions with her own fingers which caused him to look away suddenly, trying not to think about it!

Traitorous body...

Hearing her talk about dragging him off to a joke shop made him nearly shudder. "I have bags to carry back! I can't go in more shops!" Unfortunately she had something else in mind, trying to scare him, something he doubted would happen. Still, of the two he far preferred the scares to the silliness. "Fine, let's go see these ghosts of yours if you are finished then."

[Anael Zabini]

Anael nodded a little bit, though she couldn't really understand. “Brooms do give you more control, but isn't risk part of the fun in all of that? I would like to ride a hippogriff or something again, just because finding the right animal would be a challenge in itself, then taking a risk every day in flying... But if you don't like competition it makes sense that you wouldn't like risks, either,” Ana replied, not sure if that would send Jari into a defensive shell again. She loved things that challenged her in every way.

Although Ana could deal with not knowing for sure what he had said instead of 'cheers' she was extremely interested in what he had said there. “Oooh was that a 'yes please' I just heard?” she asked in a sing-song way, knowing full well that it wasn't. “You should not hide from such things. You're almost a grown man, you know.” He wondered why he was so strange about that kind of thing. Most boys were all over that kind of talk. Only because they thought Ana would be easier because she knew of it.

Finished? She wasn't, but... She downed the rest of her drink and stood. Funny with only... two, three...? drinks in her system she already felt a little light on her feet. “You sound like my grandmother, going on about shops and carrying things. Alright! But they aren't all Fat Friars, you know,” she said, getting the Hufflepuff ghost mixed up with the Ravenclaw one because she'd never really cared for the distinction anyway. She went out of the pub place ignoring the fact that she was still only in a tank top, and that it was rather cold outside. She led him to where they could see the Shack and spoke in that mysterious voice. “I wonder if he is looking at us right now... A cold day like this, there's no one around to see us disappear.”

[shava4444]

Slow enough he didn't notice much, the alcohol got to Jari's body, making his balance bad, his mind a touch more sluggish with every passing moment, and throwing his judgment off. Whereas before he would have avoided going with this girl anywhere, the fact she had gotten him some alcohol he liked made it more sensible now to follow her. Her knowledge of male anatomy began to slowly not bother him as much, though he still didn't want her too close to him if he could avoid it.

Fredrik didn't consider any animal to be superior to a broom with his skill behind it, his ego certainly high on that subject. He knew he could fly loops around any child in the wilderness, especially the forest, why would he care about competition? Knowing she had no chance of ever getting the type of experience he had with flying however, he also didn't see that as a challenge. "To each his own, I'll stick with the unpredictability of nature without it being between my legs at the same time." While she might make the line dirty sounding, he hoped that the point remained.

Still blushing he wasn't embarrassed enough to stop his nearly immediate reaction to her taunt. "That was a curse and even in if you don't speak it, I think it's quite clear. No way!" And she made him sound like a little boy which he personally took some affront to. "I am a man, I just know what's unnatural and weird and those were definitely it!" Perverts probably made the inside of the trunk extra soft and fuzzy too, twisted people. "That definitely does not belong stuffed in a trunk..."

As soon as she finished her drink and stood, he picked up the bags and followed, leaving a tip on the table. Fredrik stumbled a touch when he first started and weaved a bit before the door, but he thought it was the bags throwing him off. By the time they reached the door he had decided to do something about them though because they were a pain to carry around. So as she stepped out the door and he was sure no one was looking right at him he wandlessly cast a non-verbal spell on them and tucked the shrunked bags into his pocket and followed out the door.

Besides if she was as tipsy as she appeared he should be fine!

His balance was better, but not great, however he was noticing her lack of clothes more here and frowning. Hadn't she been wearing more earlier? However when she started to try and be spooky, he glared at her and wavered balance wise before he said "All right then, let's go ask him what the deal is. Coming?" Squaring his shoulders he began to walk to the shack.

[Anael Zabini]

Ana laughed loudly and looked at Jari with amusement. She knew that it predictable that she would answer... but that was only because there was no possible way for her not to. It was too good! “Why doesn't that surprise me? You don't seem to like anything between your legs. I'd half swear that you were a eunuch, were you but a little older.” Normally people were only eunuchs if they had done something wrong, but she highly doubted that would ever come from little Jari. She assumed there were other reasons a man could be a eunuch, but... well, even she didn't really want to think about that. She let the subject drop without making it worse.

She shook her head. “Sixteen is not a man yet, Jari. You are sixteen right? A man can buy his own drinks, he doesn't need a woman to do that for him. This is the wizarding world. There is probably underwear that does all the work for you, now that I think about it. People are always testing spells out in new ways... And if the men are the ones making the spells, I wouldn't be surprised.”

She was content to view the Shack from a distance, so when she heard what Jari said she stared at him. “What? We can't go there, you aren't allowed to. I thought that you followed all the rules... Besides, we can't go in there anyway, I don't think...” Still, she followed him anyway. She didn't believe the stories about the ghost boy, she'd only meant to scare Jari with it, but because of the alcohol she started to wonder if it was true. Could it be? Was it? Oh man, they were going to have to tell her father that she died in the Shack. “W-well, there must be a way, if someone broke in... If someone died in there.... There has to be a way inside.”

[shava4444]

She tried to get under his skin, embarrass him again and he tried to resist blushing again while he tried not to respond, giving her validation, but it was hard. She was striking at his manhood and that did bother him, but not as much as many men. He had spent an eternity of lonely nights and had become used to not having companionship, quiet, control over his life and beholden to none. Did people not value their own company anymore these days? Why did everyone have to be paired?

Further she struck back at his age, causing a frown. "It's the damn bartender who prevents me--" Her next comment was so wrong it took him several moments to hear what she was really saying and then his blush returned in a fury, Jari staggering sideways a bit as the implications hit him. And what was worse was that his body did react to the idea, keeping his blush high! Fredrik was embarrassed, and at a loss of words, which might explain why he had no fears about approaching a supposedly haunted place.

And finally a way to get back at her.

"What? A rule? And here you have been telling me those are not important. Are you saying you don't want to or you are scared to?" He approached the building for once leading the way, though his steps were unsteady. His wand came out as he approached the building and stepped up on it's first step, looking back at her. "So? How would you break in then? Since you seem to have experience in this..."

[Anael Zabini]

She glared icily at Jari. Who would dare say that she was scared of anything?! She was Anael Zabini, and a Gryffindor, and nothing made her afraid. “I am no bloody craven if that's what you're trying to say. I was just worried about little you.” Replacing the fear that had hit her was a determination and a fury that she would get into this place. She seemed to remember that there was a secret way inside that had nothing to do with the exterior, but she wasn't sure what that was right now. If only her friends had come to Hogsmeade with her...

Anael thought about their current predicament. How would they get into the Shack? It might not be that difficult really, if people were too afraid to go close to it anyway. But if any of the adults were worried, they would have put spells to prevent entry. She glanced around and then went closer. “Accio bat,” she said, not entirely sure if the spell would work from this far away. She kept the image in mind just in case. The bat came much quicker than she expected, probably because there was one close by that looked like hers. Well, that or time was just working a lot quicker than her mind. “Alright. Guard yourself, Jari.”

But when she tried to hit the shack with the bat the first time, she slipped in the snow and fell down. Now the only thing that she was wearing up top was a snow-covered tank top and bra. Rather than put her jacket back on she took the tank top off too, throwing it on the ground as she went to stand again. Only, she slipped in the same place and fell again.

“You're a blasted Ravenclaw Jari! What do you know about the secret way into the shack? What is it? Here, you have a go.” She threw the bat at his feet and folded her arms, looking at the Shack as though she would burn it with laser eyes if she had the ability.