RP Grand Hall

S: Excuse me? I reconstructed scene one of Much Ado about Nothing with ease, and I am very good at sentences!

E: Evidently you've been practicing.

Sirius put on a mocking voice.

S: Evidently you've been practicing.

E: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Evangeline replied with a smile, eating her pasta delicately.

M: Evidently, you two are still arguing.

Millie huffed as she plopped down next to them. Her makeup looked freshly redone, having sat on her bed for the last few hours hugging her pillow to her stomach.

Amy sat down too.

A: You look a bit... Miffed, Millie. Are you okay?

M: I'm fine.

Her tone was clipped. She glared at her salad, which she was stabbing viciously with a fork.

S: Has that salad offended you?

Evangeline frowned, looked concernedly at Millie.

M: Yes, it has. The salad is deceiving. At first the salad looks good, and you want to have that salad because it looks nice and fresh and good, maybe you even want to eat that salad. But then, when you go to get the salad, you find that your first impression is wrong --

She stabbed another clump of lettuce.

M: -- and that the salad is actually slimy and unappealing, and if the salad was a real person, it wouldn't be your friend anymore!

She breathed heavily, then sighed and pushed her plate away.

James raised his eyebrows.

J: Do you often make friends, or enemies, with salads?

M: Not usually.

She pinched a limp piece of lettuce between her fingers and dropped it back onto her plate.

M: Re- This salad just looked so good though...and I was wrong, apparently.

Amy cocked her head.

A: Are you sure we're talking about salad?

M: No.

E: Perhaps we should have a chat later...

Millie looked morose. She didn't want to talk about it -- that had just sort of spewed out -- but she supposed talking to Evangeline wouldn't hurt. After all, it wasn't like she even had to mention Regulus by name.

M: Fine.

Instead of a healthy dinner, she binged on chocolate brownies and pie.

Sirius nodded, twirling his spaghetti around his fork.

S: So, who's coming to the concert this weekend?

J: Like I'd miss it!

R: Me!

Evangeline stayed silent, eating her food.

A: You coming, Evangeline?

Sirius smiled smugly. He had a date.

Millie also stayed silent. Sean had mentioned it, so as his official girlfriend she was pretty much obligated to go, but if he was going then she was going to be extremely reluctant about it.

E: Yes, actually. Andrew Dorchest asked me.

Sirius' mouth dropped open.

A: Lucky you! He is so cute.

M: We can go as a double date!

She seemed slightly uplifted by this.

M: Ooh, what are you wearing? Maybe we can match colors or something.

A: Wish I had a date.

S: I've got a date!

M: Who?