Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 17:15:05 GMT -5
Ian grabbed his drink eagerly, striding over to the little collection of sugar and such and liberally dumping cinnamon into it; he then left the steaming cup sitting there long enough to acquire another cup full of ice. After futilely trying to dissolve the swirls of cinnamon floating atop the beverage, Ian poured the contents over the ice and gulped it down; he then poured the half-melted ice into the remaining coffee and began pacing, clearly ready to exit the shop, his movements more towards the door.
Jean watched him, slightly confused decided he might as well follow. He moved toward the door with Ian, glancing at Ian's drink as he did. Not quite sure of its contents- which seemed to be less coffee and more sugar- he gave it an odd look. "We're off then?" He asked as they neared the door. He turned quickly to wave to the counter-smiling- as the two exited back onto the street. The weather had remained hot, and the crowds had yet to retire. Jean looked up and down the street before turning to Ian, as if to question what was next.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 17:27:33 GMT -5
Ian suddenly felt awkward and not too talkative; seeing Jean befriend the counter guy still seemed quite odd to him. "So . . . you socialize much with . . .um . . ." he scanned the streets. "Them?" Ian meant Muggles, of course, he thought that obvious. He took a sip of his coffee, and finding it cooled quite a bit already, gulped about half of it.
Jean looked over at him. "Why not?" He asked blankly. "He was nice enough, got me my drink- for free too." He smiled and laughed looking down shaking his head. "There's nothing wrong with 'them', just because they can't use magic." His voice got a bit more serious now. "Its not right not to socialize with them just because they're not like us." He had turned away from Ian, he now turned back to face him. "Thats really like a wolfsbane. Someone doesn't have magical ability so they're worthless."
Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 17:46:09 GMT -5
"I am one, in case you hadn't noticed," Ian said defensively and with just a touch of pride he didn't manage to hide. He stiffened slightly though, and finished off the coffee, crushing the empty cup and throwing it into a nearby receptacle. "Well, they certainly make better coffee than us . . ." he admitted begrudgingly, "and that's worthy of something." Ian nodded as if this were some great and generous allowance on his part, acknowledging the value of any Muggle.
Jean sighed, annoyed by Ian's comment. "Narrow minded..." He muttered under his breath preceding another sip from his tea. "You know," He smiled, "One day, there will be something that makes you different- un-accepted" He threw his cup into the trash. "-And you still won't be able to make decent coffee." Jean turned and walked off, aggravated more with society than with Ian. Somehow Ian's dislike of muggles made him remember people's distaste for him at home- his lifestyle- his choices.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 18:27:32 GMT -5
Ian frowned, looking sulky and childish, and took a moment to indulge in a petty fit of temper. He hurried after Jean. "Ridiculous!" he snapped, and tossed his head slightly, blinking a few time and lifting is chin to glare at Jean, trying to minimize the few inches he lacked in comparison to Jean's height, quite futile really, but amusing to watch. "I-my family-we're a respected line; they have no reason to be dissappointed in me. I have the proper gifts of a Wolfsbane," he insisted. "I'm not different from anyone except in ways that I'm better." Ian caught the words in his head and could admit they sounded more arrogant than they were meant to be, but he had too much pride to retract or ammend the somewhat provocative statement.
"Of course." Jean replied aggravated, turning away from him and continuing to walk away. "Arrogant, self absorbed---" His words trailed off as he got further away engulfed by the sounds of the street. As he did- his book fell from his back pocket. It had been on its way to such a fate for some time. The book, bent, tattered and stained lay in the street. Jean- having not noticed continued off. Too annoyed with Ian's sudden exposure of arrogance to notice much of anything.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Jul 26, 2007 19:12:31 GMT -5
Ian frowned, his own words not quite ringing well in his mind. He stumbled over a book on his way after Jean, glaring at the offending object and swooping down to grab the fallen tome. He pushed the pages open with his thumb and scanned it, furrowing his brow at the script; the content he was reading consisted of what he considered a dull and chatty exchange between a couple of women, for all that the language was a touch heady. Shaking his head, he flipped forward, another quick read revealing nothing less doused in feminine thought, he shut the thing and jogged after Jean. "Hey-" he said, and reached it out, tapping the young man's shoulder with the tiny book.
Spinning around-prepared to be quite angry with Ian Jean's face turned gentler. Trying to remain steadfast in his distaste he quickly checked himself. Nodding he took the novel. "Thank you." He returned it to his pocket, sighing. "You wouldn't like it" He added, as he turned back round. "Written by a muggle you see- She really should've spent her time brewing coffee. Alas, some people just don't know what to do with their lives." With this remark he went off again, filtering into the crowd.