Honeydukes Sweetshop

"Well chocolates to I guess, only when I have a sweet tooth though, I would love to travel but my parents would never allow it" said Amy

Nicolas grinned. "Well maybe, you shouldn't tell them."

"I think I'll get these." He pulled a box of mint chocolates out of a pile. "What would you like?"

"The chocolet cherries I guess" she said as she picked up the box.

"Let me get that for you." Nicolas said offering his hand.

Amy looked at his hand and back at the chocolates, suddenly feeling uncertain. Was he just offering to be polite or did actually want to.

"Are you sure? "

"Of course," Nicolas smiled slightly. "I insist."

"Alright, thanks.." she said as she handed Nick the chocolates.

"Argh... You two goodgrief, careful Ams people might think you are a couple"

"I don't care what other people think"

"You mean you don't mind being seen being all friendly with him? Amy this could ruin everything"

"We will see...now shut up"

"Where do you want to go next?" she asked.

((Haha. This is fun.))

Nicolas paid for the chocolates and turned to Amy. "Would you like to go to Madam Puddifoots?"

((me to...hehe poor Aiden.... Feild of flowers again))

Amy blushed and she heard Aiden curse in her mind. It was no secret that Madam puddifoots was a couples tea house.

'Say no Say no Say no Say....."

"umm Alright... If you want to"

"Damn it Amy!!, I will look like an idiot walking in there like this"

"Perhaps you should had have asked Ana to come?" thought Amy as she fought back a smirk.

Nicolas smiled when she agreed. "Alright then milady, to Madam Pudifoots."

Nicolas bowed and offered his arm to her.

"Oh merlin...... This guy.... Amy please, don't make me"

Amy couldn't resist, plus she was having fun messing with Aiden. How ever this whole date thing could come back to haunt her. What is he asked on another date? could she say no. She wasn't sure now, if she did Darien would kill her.

But then Nick Casillas wasn't so bad.

Taking Nicks arm she said "Alright..."

Nicolas grinned and he opened the door as they stepped out. Again 'forgetting' about Aiden.


((TO Puddifoots!))

Amy wince again when Aiden bumped into the door.

"Really brother..... You would think you would expect it now"

Boris strode into Honeydukes, the famed sweetshop within Hogsmeade Village. He figured that since he was going to be here a while he might as well have a look around and try some of the things the locals were accustomed to. He nodded to the shopkeeper in a manner he considered to be proud but fairly congenial for the most part, though realized that he likely came off as aloof and brooding just by the reaction. Oh well.

The Russian perused the different confections, though knew his reading comprehension of the English language needed some improvement. With a smirk, the teen cast a translation spell, causing all the items in the aisles nearest him to have their packages displayed in Russian.

Much better... Boris silently declared, allowing a small chuckle to escape him as he observed an comically-shaped mass of some sort. He couldn't tell tell what precisely it had been made of.

"You should pick it up," Nicolas encouraged, appearing right behind Boris. He snickered inwardly, knowning full well what would happen if Boris did.

Boris turned and couldn't help but grin when he realized the speaker was none other than his best friend. "It is good, then?" he asked the other lad, taking hold of the item to examine it further...


((I've no idea what it does, so you can describe what befalls Boris, lol. Unless he's supposed to eat it as kind of a sample-like thing? My mind's pretty blank in regards to pranks at the moment, lol.))

"Yes," Nicolas said, making sure his voice was rather convincing. "Really good."

Nicolas stepped back a few paces. "Now, give it a good squish."

But really the squish was unnessary as seconds later, it exploded, coating Boris' face with multi-coloured syrup.

"Hmm," Boris uttered with a nod, taking Nick up on his word. Though, something at the back of his mind seemed to be warning him about something.

"A good skvi-" the Russian had begun to repeat in question, but started when the thing exploded. Next thing he knew he was looking at Nick through a rainbow-colored cascade as the syrup slid down his forehead and dripped off his eyebrows. "-sh?" he finished, closing his mouth mostly because of the syrup that had gotten in it. Despite the unexpected exploding part, Boris had to admit that the sugary goop didn't taste half bad.

Boris turned to Nick with a kind of 'and your point?' look, though the wide smile on his face said something completely different: amusement. With a glance to make sure the clerk wasn't watching, Boris grabbed a second of the items - much more gingerly this time - and tossed it in Nick's direction with a string of laughter that was unmistakably recognizable as play. "Good vone, Nick!" he practically roared. It really was a shame the Spaniard had transferred to Hogwarts instead of remaining at Durmstrang: Boris rather missed the shenanigans they got up to. It just wasn't the same there without him... Boris would have to see if he could talk his father into a vacation to Spain this summer.

Nicolas caught the candy just out of reflex, it exploded as it made contact with his hand. However, he managed to block his face so a good portion of the syrup ended up in... the assisstant clerk's face.

"Pah." The assisstant's mouth appeared at mist the syrup that coated it. "You're paying for those right?"

Nicolas roared in laughter.

Boris guffawed when Nick caught the confection. It was clearly a reflexive action, because Nicolas surely wouldn't fall for his own prank, but that didn't make it any less funny. In fact, it increased the hilarity. What made things funnier, though, was when he realized that the assistant had also gotten hit with the confectionery goo.

His laugh in response to the man's question wasn't exactly louder than Nick's, but it was right up there. "Ve got them from the sample plate," Boris explained away the need to pay for the candies, distracted. The clerk gave him a disbelieving, semi-stern look.

Seeing as Boris was distracted, Nicolas took the opportunity to retaliate.

Nicolas looked around for any promising prospects and found his winning sweet inside a large purple jar.

He suck his hand down the open neck of said jar and grabbed a hand full of the powdery sweets that laid inside.

“Hey Boris.”

He threw the sweets in Boris’ direction.

The powder mixed with Boris' syruped coated face would surely be sweet.

Zabby walked in, arm still around Diana and looked between Boris and Nicholas. "What. Is. Going. On. Here?" she asked, deadly calm, anger creeping into her voice. This was her favorite shop!

"Er...." Nicolas smiled innocently.

Diana for her part laughed at the site that met her. Boris' face covered in white powder, and Nicolas caught red-handed.

Zabby gave Nicolas a glare. "Let me guess...This isn't your fault?" she asked, sarcasm lacing her voice. She turned to Diana. "And you put up with this?" she asked, grinning.

Haydon stepped around. "Oh, my gods..." he breathed.

"No," Nicolas said. "I wasn't going to say that. I was going to say, want to join in?"

And with that Nicolas threw powdered sweets at Zabby's direction.

Diana screamed and ducked for cover.