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Behind the Meerkat Cabin, late morning through lunch

Isabel didn't get to bed till late and didn't get to sleep until even later. She was too busy replaying the evening in her mind and smiling at the memory. Thursdays were workshop free, so she slept in late and then brought her blanket out to lie in shade of the trees behind the Meerkat cabin. The jug of iced tea is cold, her book is incredibly entertaining in that cheesy, this is entirely not plausible way and overall, life is good.

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Isabel nodded, "Before I came here in January I'd never done any kind of communal living. So it was an adjustment then, particularly since I wound up living with a guy. But this," she said with wave at everything around them. "This is completely different. It's a lot of fun though." Isabel grinned, "Considering the pretty that's in your cabin? I'm sure Jaye's delighted. And you do have some good people there. Jack especially."

"Yes, despite being used to communal living, this still took some getting used to for me as well. It's very...rustic. And that's not a bad thing, just a different thing." Grinning again, he says, "Yes, I agree. About Jack, I mean."

"It's rustic. But we have air conditioning and indoor plumbing. That's my kind of rustic," Isabel laughed. "I thought you might. Did he tell you what happened when we went out last week?"

"He didn't," Cedric answers. Smiling, he asks, "Did you two cause trouble in town?"

"Part of the alien package includes a metabolism that doesn't handle alcohol well at all," she explained, shaking her head. "I accidently took a drink from Jack's glass and wound up plastered nearly instantaneously. Fortunately he got back to the dorms and settled before I'd made too much of a fool of myself."

"Instantaneously?" Cedric blinks and shakes his head. "That's quite an addition to being an alien. It didn't cause any physical harm though, right?" Smiling gently, he says, "Well, I'm glad for Jack and I'm glad that you're all right."

"It's more an annoyance, then anything else. So I just don't drink. It's not the end of the world." Isabel grinned, "Usually it means I get to mock everyone else after they've been drinking for a while. Which is always entertaining." She poured two glasses of iced tea from the jug, grateful she'd thought to bring extra cups. "Iced tea? There was no physical harm. And no hangover even. Just lots of embarassment. I was a really sappy drunk and I remember every detail."

"Oh, tea? Of course," he says, taking a cup. "I have...never been drunk before. I don't know if that I've never felt the need to or never had the opportunity to do so. Alcohol wasn't very prevalent in Hogwarts. There were other things to make one go a little crazy. But, I am glad that you're all right, Isabel. Sounds like it could've turned out worse."

"There'll be plenty of opportunity to do so around here if you ever want to try it. Despite being underage, most people seem to have no problem getting a hold of alcohol." She wrinkled her nose, "I wouldn't recommend it though. Not if you like being in control. You're definitely not when you're drinking. I wasn't and you're right, it could have been much worse. Fortunately Jack looked out for me."

Isabel took a sip of her drink and smiled. "So what do witches and wizards in training due to get a little crazy if they don't drink?"

"Butterbeer is the popular beverage of choice," he says. "While it is alcoholic, it's doesn't have much effect on humans. It's a bit like butterscotch for a comparison. Quite good and without the effects of feeling like you're intoxicated."

"Drinkable butterscotch? That sounds good," she said. "We might have to see about getting some for you. Wouldn't want you to do without if it can be avoided."

"I've only had butterbeer a few times," he says. "It's good but not something readily available at Hogwarts. It's found in Hogsmeade, mostly. I'm preferable to tea, of course, hot chocolate and pumpkin juice. The last is something I'm readily missing."

"Pumpkin juice? Hot or cold?" she asked. "I have to admit that's a new one for me. But if that's what your missing, we're going to have to see about fixing that."

"Iced," he says, taking a sip of the tea. "Very good for extremely warm summer days. One of the staples of Hogwarts. Hm."

He trails off and looks away before a moment before turning back and smiling.

"Seems very far away lately. England, that is."

"Then we'll definitely get some. Because it's going to be a long hot summer here. It might start a new trend."

She took a sip of her own tea, studying the ice in the cup. "I'm sure it does. From what I've heard it's like a whole different world. It has to be strange coming from there to here." She laughed softly, "Even if Fandom is it's own different world. How are you coping?"

Shaking his head, he says, "By being melodramatic, apparently. I need to stop moping about this or I'm liable to drive people crazy. I like it here, honestly. I'm growing very attached to this place so constantly wondering about the past...I need to stop that."

Isabel poked his shoulder. "You are not being melodramtic. Trust me. Whether you like it here or not, you've still got legitimate questions you want answers to. There's nothing wrong with that," she said firmly. "Of course, while your waiting for those answers, there really is nothing stopping you from kicking back and having a good time. Like a the luau tomorrow night. Are you going?"

He grins easily, shaking off the meloncholy.

"I've been having a good time. I'm actually surprised by how much fun I've had," he says and it's not a sudden realization. He really has been. "And luau? I might. Sounds like it might be fun."

"Fun is kind of unavoidable around here. It just pulls you in and makes you enjoy," Isabel grinned. "It should be. I think. Of course it's Fandom which means that if there's any sort of tiki prop or something, there's a good chance it's going to come to life and demand a sacrifice. Do you have a Hawaiian shirt to wear?"

"I have some very brightly colored ties?" He shrugs and proceeds to look sheepish again. "So, that would be a no."

"No ties!" she said quickly. "It's summer. In Virginia. You'll melt away. How about a simple button down shirt?"

"White, mostly. Long sleeves. They were part of our school uniform," he tells her. "I've a few t-shirts and sweaters."

"I can make you a nice shirt for the luau if you'd like. If you don't mind sacrificing one of your school shirts. Although considering you won't be able to wear it for the next four months, it might not be such a sacrifice," she said. "It's up to you."

"I've plenty of school shirts," he says. "Sacrificing one for the good of a luau wouldn't be too bad. Besides, I've never had a Hawaiian shirt before. I think I might like one."

"It'll look good on you. Add a lei and you'll really be in the spirit of things," she said. "Just drop it by my cabin tonight or early tomorrow afternoon. It won't take me long." Holding up her hands she wiggled her fingers. "I'll be working my own kind of magic."

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