You're the closest to heaven that I've ever been

[Floyd Booking]

ooc;; Thanks a bunch Zaid! *sarcasm* You know why.

I hate this post though

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Floyd woke up to the shouting of his older siblings. With a groan he rolled over, grabbing a pillow and shoving it on top of his head. This didn't keep out the noise of their bickering though. Chris and David must have had a set of pipes on them that could of put an opera singer to shame. A rare snarl flashed across his face as he gave up finally sitting up. Floyd's siblings hadn't stopped fighting since Chris and him had arrived home from their impromptu vacation. David hadn't been happy that they had gotten up and left without a word. Their father didn't really mind though unsurprisingly. He thought it was wonderful that Christine and Floyd were spending more time together. David had been completely miffed, and his usually controlled emotions were flaring worse than normal.

He ripped open the door to his room, and glared at his siblings, which looked more like a pout on him. They both shut up immediately, not wanting their youngest brother to take part in this conversation. Floyd had being hearing bits of it for several weeks now, but couldn't understand what they were talking about. Apparently David had to 'come to terms' with something though, and he had to 'help' Floyd. Apparently this conversation was another that Floyd was obviously not allowed in.

Floyd slammed shut his door, and quickly dressed. More and more often they were having these conversations, and they were always a complete mystery. Usually the three of them were very open, well except for David, but he's always been a stoic bastard. Well if they wanted to talk on their own, he would just leave them to it. He stormed past them both, leaving shocked gazes in his wake and stepped into their fireplace. Grabbing a bit of floo powder he tossed it at his feet yelling, "The Bubbling Cauldron!"

With a gut-wrenching spin he was yanked from his feet into the floo network. A few seconds later he was deposited onto the stone floor of his favorite restaurant. Floyd's face blazing, he quickly stood with his gaze glued to the ground. The silence was nearly deafening as everyone glanced up at the new comer and his klutzy entrance from the fireplace. Several attempted to hold in their laughter to no avail. He brushed the ash off his maroon polo, totally missing the ash smudges on the knees of his dark-wash jeans. Violet lenses were askew on his face, only letting his right eye view everything clearly. Quickly fixing his glasses he went to sit at a nearby table as the usual commotion quickly burst back into motion at the busy restaurant.

[Liam Mar]

Liam was at the door of the Bubbling Cauldron, hand reaching the to the door handle when he heard a squark from behind him. He turned around, moving away from the door to let others through as he saw his friend's owl, imagintively named 'Snowy'. The name of the owl always made him smile, because the girl herself was very creative apart from that lapse.

But he wasn't smiling much now. Snowy being here was almost definitely bad news, because he was meant to be meeting with its owner here.

The bird squarked as it landed on his shoulder. He pulled off the small letter attached to its leg, reading quickly

Will be late. Just go in. Could be very late....

Helpful, he thought to himself sarcastically. He was tempted to go somewhere else to wait, but she could either be 10 seconds late, or an hour late.

He looked through the door window briefly before stepping in, looking around. "Floyd!" he said, seeing him just sitting in. He was so thankful of having someone else there that he almost lost all manners, tempted to sit next to him instantly. "Mind if I join you?" he asked instead, coming next to the table and leaning on the seat near him.

[Floyd Booking]

As the earlier commotion that had disrupted the tavern earlier returned, Floyd felt as if he could breath easier. He never did like being the center of attention. However what he didn't know was that one of his closest friends was standing outside the door, just ready to enter Floyd's little piece of heaven on earth. Now this shouldn't have been a problem. Except for one single reason.

Floyd had just been gesturing the barmaid over when he heard his name ring out across his favorite restaurant. He couldn't fit the large grin that erupted across his face at seeing his friend. Liam just had that sort of effect on him, and on top of that he could feel his stomach flipping uncomfortably. Floyd shifted slightly in his seat attempting to get rid of the sensation, and turn closer to Liam. He couldn't stop the light blush that dusted his cheeks as he looked up at him though leaning up against the chair. Liam would just have to bat his eyes with the whole adorable politeness, and he could sweep anyone off their feet.

Floyd wasn't one of them. He just wasn't. Nope, not ever. He was a boy, and Liam was a boy. It just couldn't happen like that. Well you know how they say, the Nile ain't just a river in Egypt. "Of course you can sit down," Floyd replied, feeling the stewing thoughts of his siblings simply poof away with the rest of his brain. "Would you like me to get you something too?" He shot Liam a smile before asking the barmaid for a butter-beer, and whatever his friend would want.

As he glanced back at Liam waiting for his answer he noticed a small piece of paper tucked into his hand. Before he could fight down the question it blurted from his mouth, "What's that?" There was a slight pause, "Oh I'm sorry. I don't mean to be nosy." Floyd couldn't help the sheepish grin that crossed his face, and rubbed the back of his hair out of embarrassment.

[Liam Mar]

He hadn't noticed the barmaid standing next to his friend when he entered, and thought it made it just a little more awquard. He assumed Floyd might of thought so too, why else could he be blushing like that, and giving that embarressed smile Liam was so used to seeing on him?

He accepted the polite return by sitting down smoothly, trying to not look too eager or too nervous, just as he'd always been taught to do. He nodded and smiled a thanks to his friend, and turned to the barmaid "Yeah, I'll have the same, thanks," he told her, making sure that she had left before carrying on the conversation.

He unravelled the note in his hand, re-reading it again though not really absorbing it this time as he spoke, "It's from my friend, saying she'l be late. We were meant to meet up here." he put the piece of paper aay in his baack pocket, trying to get rid of the evidence that Floyd was his second choice for the evening. "Lucky you were here or I'd be stuck on my own. What brings you here, anyway?"

[Floyd Booking]

Floyd grinned back at Liam when he ordered the drink, and dimly noticed that he waited for the woman to leave before he continued the conversation. He really didn't mind though. It always seemed nice when they could talk, with just the two of them. Although there was another part of him that wish other people would be around so he wouldn't feel so embarrassed. Times like this were something to be prolonged.

Floyd could feel his face fall a bit, and couldn't really fully understand the uncomfortable clench around his stomach. This one wasn't anything like the pleasant buzz from earlier. So Liam was meeting a girl here. Oh. "So-uhm-," his gaze dropped down to his lap before he forced himself to look back at Liam. "So you're meeting a girl here?" He could hardly help the nervous chuckle that followed his last statement though. "Would I know her?"

He stopped the conversation briefly as the barmaid returned with their drinks. Floyd flashed her a weak smile before clutching onto his own mug. He gratefully took a few sips trying to unclench the tightness around his gut. With his back turned to the woman he missed the gaze she threw at his back, but the again it took quite a bit to catch his attention. "Well I'm mostly escaping from my siblings for a while. They've been arguing since me and Chris got back from our vacation. We hadn't told David though . . ." his voice trailed off slightly, "Well actually that kind of makes sense a little bit, but usually they don't fight this much."

[Liam Mar]

He watched Floyd's embarressment with mild confusion, placing it as not wanting to ask too much about his personal life, or being seen as a back-up entertainer. "Floyd..." he started to say, when the drinks arrived. He turned to the bar maid, saying "Thank you" as he took drink steadily in his fingers, holding it protectively as he placed it down slowly on the table.

By the time the cup was gently on the table and he looked back up to Floyd, he was talking about something else, his siblings. He knew Christine, though not well enough to call 'friends', persay, and he always tried not to draw attention to this when talking to her brother. "So, why are they arguing?" he asked, resting his fingers on the rim of the cup, feeling like he should know this.

He turned back to the door as it opened suddenly with a jingle, and turned back around embarressed that he'd react so much, "Sorry. She's always late. You should meet her some time, you two would get on really well. If your interested I could even tell her how wonderful you are. Trust me, if I do that anyone will like you like" he snapped his fingers "that."

[Floyd Booking]

Floyd lifted his face from his mug once he heard his name, however he never got to finish his sentence. That bar maid just loved to interrupt, especially now that Liam seemed to have something somewhat important to say. Floyd was about to ask what he was going to say, but that mind of his is easily distracted.

He attempted to scowl, but he couldn't manage more than a pout, when their argument was mentioned. "Well I'm not really sure. They won't talk about it while I'm around, but I've caught bits and pieces of it here and there. Nothing makes sense though." Floyd shook his head. "They usually get along so well, but recently I don't know. Me and David used to be so close too, but now it seems like he's avoiding me." Floyd stared at his mug, absently fiddling with the handle before taking a sip. It was relaxing to feel the heat trickle down her throat, and simmer in her stomach.

His fingers tightened around the mug for the brief second where Liam snapped around in his seat. Floyd attempted to fix his glare to the swishing contents of his mug, but couldn't when the next few sentences came from Liam's mouth. He was frozen clutching his mug, his face slowly heating up. The blush made its way across his cheeks and onto his ears, slowly making its way up to his hairline. "Uh-that's-uh- fine. I-I uh," Floyd paused to take a deep drink of his butter-beer in some attempt to loosen up his tongue. "I, you don't, I mean, well. It's fine, you really don't have to bother. Besides I might like someone," Floyd froze for half a second before he continued stuttering, "Well, I-I-I'm not sure though. But yea-h. Besides, I wouldn't want to impose. And I-I-I don't think I am, yeah. Oh my. I mean you are meeting her here, I wouldn't want to uh you know . . ." Floyd trailed off weakly, gesturing with his left hand and covering his face with his right his mug forgotten for now. It felt as if his face was on fire though, and all he could wish for was the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

[Liam Mar]

He looked at him almost sympathetically, though was worried that he was staring at him, and looked down at his own drink, and then to Floyd's hands as they clutched the drink. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said about his family, "you usually seem close whenever I see you. Not that I see you guys ogether a lot, but still..." his voice trailed off. It was a bad ending to a conversation,a dn he had to pick it up fast.

it was lucky that the second thing Floyd had said offered him some comfort, "Of course I can bring her to see you, it's not like a date or anything," he said, wanting it to be made perfectly clear. "But what's this, Floyd's got his eye on someone?" he said, sounding like an elder brother which did not go well with the previous things being said. "Come on, tell me who the lucky girl is!" he urged on, putting his hand on Floyd's shoulder, "I can help you out. You know you can trust me." he told him.

[Floyd Booking]

"Yeah we usually are. Even though he is a 'stoic bastard' as Chris puts it, he really opens up to me," Floyd smiled at Liam. "It's really nice to know that someone confides in me like that. It's like I'm someone really important." His grin turned wistful, and he took another deep drink from his mug. "So enough about my family, what about yours?"

Floyd's face brightened immediately, and he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. Wait. Since when did he care? Liam was a boy. A boy. With a pen--. His entire body felt like it was on fire, especially after the next few words out of Liam's mouth. "Well-I-uh. I don't know her, so uh it'd be weird. So no, that's okay," Floyd responded a little more confidently this time. He looked at Liam in the eye, and thought he was doing so much better. Until he said that.

He frowned, and could feel the heat radiating from the space on his arm where Liam was touching him. If he was fighting off his blush before, he was sadly mistaken. Oh man. Okay. So maybe he liked boys. Maybe. That thought made him nearly want to pass out from embarrassment. He could feel the urge to duck under the table, and just disappear for the rest of the night. "Well, it's, kind of not, well. I don't know, it's complicated. It's -uh- you-uhm-wouldn't understand. I-well he-they're not what you think. It's complicated." Floyd finished lamely.

ooc;; You're just trying to make Floyd's head burst from the mass of blood flowing to his face don't you??

XDD Don't worry. I love doing that too.

[Liam Mar]

He half rolled his eyes at one of the first things Floyd had said, "Of course you're important!" he told him, taking his hand off his shoulder as he took his glass and took a deep drink of it, "Are all Hufflepuff boys so modest?" he asked rhetorically, looking to one of the pictures on the wall as he said that. In fact, he probably could've asked 'are all boys like that?' and still wouldn't have been very sure.

He put the glass down onto the coaster, a habit of living in a gleaming house. "They're all right, I guess." he said about his family. "It's weird with Dad actually spending time with us though." he smiled slightly to himself then, as if suddenly remembering where he was, looked sideways at Floyd, but blushed and didn't know what else to say, turning away from the conversation.

He checked his watch. It was one that his grandfather had given him for his birthday, and therefore a muggle watch, which was much simpler to read anyway. "Looks like she might not be here in time anyway. She's usually either hardly late or VERY late." he said, looking away from his watch and back to Floyd. He sure was acting odd today, he decided.

Especially when he mentioned the "girl" he liked. "'It's complicated"?" he repeated, "How complicated can it be?" he asked, though knew fine well that sometimes things like that could get very complicated. "Let me guess. From that, I'm guessing they're a friend and there's something stopping you. I dunno, maybe they're taken or something." he psychoanalised. "But you know what your problem is?" he said, lifting up his glass with the tips of his fingers, "You take things way too seriously. Trust me on this one, I've done it too, many times before." and with that he took another small drink and put the cup down.

[Floyd Booking]

A wide grin split its way across Floyd's face, and he couldn't help the slight pink that chased it. The place where the boy's hand had been was left in an icy-fire, dancing along his nerves and sending his whole body jittering. "Well, thanks," Floyd responded looking down at his mug before glancing back up and rolling his eyes. It did look rather strange on Floyd, something rather out of character for his normally timid demeanor. "I would like to hope so, but I'm not always so sure. Some of the boys can be rather rude, most are very good people though." Maybe Floyd had been spending too much time with that fire-cracker of a sister.

Floyd flashed a comforting grin, and rested his hand on Liam's arm. "At least he's spending time with you. It's an improvement, which is all that matters. It means he's at least attempting to try for something more, right?" He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side and grinning. Noticing the blush his smile dropped a little. "Dorry worry, Liam. Not everything is always perfect, especially families," he said, before slowly retracting his hand, automatically missing the warmth. "Besides I'm sure that girl should show up eventually. You're a really nice guy, no one would dare stand you up," Floyd said with a definite nod of his head before adding the next sentence as an after thought, "Even though it isn't a date.

Floyd glanced back at his nearly empty mug when Liam started asking about his 'crush.' Even if it was that he wasn't sure. He was still having troubles coming to terms with anything. He couldn't help but nod dumbly when the Ravenclaw asked if they were friends. "It's more than one thing that's stopping me though," Floyd muttered at his glass almost scared to look up and see the look on Liam's face. If he didn't look up, it was so much easier to talk. Well at least without all the stuttering. "Trust me though it's more complicated than I ever thought it could be. I'm not even sure about everything." The young Hufflepuff tried to gesture with his hands as if to emphasize his point. He let out a low chuckle, "How do I not take things seriously?" Floyd glanced up with this last sentence, and tried to fight the blush that threatened to blaze across his face.

ooc;; Sorry that took so long to respond to. Things have been hectic around here.

[Liam Mar]

ooc: It's ok

As the conversation was beginning to develop, Liam was much more laid back now. He was no longer constantly turning around or feeling like turning around whenever the door jingled to announce a new customer, and was mostly just happy in Floyd's company. He almost took talking to him as a study, a surpressed trait of being a Ravenclaw, and was finally beginning to relax and enjoy the lessons. He didn't want his friend to come back; he wanted to bring Floyd out of his shell and get to know the real him which he was starting to see. Everything before that had seemed, well, fake.

It was the sympathy for Liam's family which he'd found as the glimmer of reality. It was something he knew FLoyd understood, and because it wasn't directly about him it felt closer. The physical touch was more then enough to show him this. From this, he was tempted to crave the attention and created some sob story about his family being a mess, but he could hardly keep a straight face, "Yeah, your right, it is much better. All I'm saying is it's weird having a barrier from a gang of sisters trying to put make-up on you or something." he said with a short laugh, "But, for the record, they have never succeeded." he added as an accomplishment with a mixture of joking pride. He'd decided to leave talk of his friend in the hopes it might keep her away.

He listened quietly to the talk of Floyd's secret crush, careful not to stare and make the situation even more intimidating. He found it quite funny how the two things he said seemed to fit each other well, and was smiling widely when he answered "From all this things you've just said!" to his last question. "Floydy," he paused, looking at the table as he tried to think of a way to say what he was about to and let it make sense. He flicked his eyes back up to him, "I've had a few girlfriends. Not too many... but by no means too few. Women want you to think that they're complicated, and we don't understand them, but they're really not that complicated. It's generally the problems you make for yourself that are the worst, so you basically just have to stop thinking. Stop worrying, and it'll become easy. Trust me." he said, finishing off the last of his drink.

ooc: *hits Liam for being an idiot*
We could maybe get 'the friend' to enter to make it more awkward Basically any girl that's friend's with Liam.