Who: Iris and Brad
What: First meeting (sorta), note exchanging, etc
When: Saturday (I know I know, it's Friday you say. But I have stuff starting at 10 am and going until probably 11 pm tomorrow so I do not have time to put this up tomorrow when it should go up)
Where: Hogsmeade

Hogsmeade day was glorious. She was a legal witch now, which was even better. It meant that her Da had no right to tell her she couldn't go to the village, and she was definitely taking advantage of that...even if it did mean that she had her own personal set of hitwizard body guards following her around, trying to act all cool and nonchalant about what they were up to. She sat in the Three Broomsticks, glad that they were meeting before the lunch rush. She'd told her roommates that they'd have to meet up later in the afternoon before she snuck off, and was now waiting patiently for Brad to show up. Ugh, she was so glad it was him and not someone like Barty Crouch. As long as he didn't end up being a total prat like Barty, she would love the Transfiguration help--wait, was he helping her with Transfiguration or just giving her notes? She couldn't remember.

Oh, bloody hell. Now she was going to be all flustered if she brought it up and he had no idea but--she sighed loudly at the distraction. She could hear the hitwizards murmuring in their corner, and tried her best to ignore it as she shuffled through the small bag of parchment and quills she had purchased first thing (it was never good to run low on those, after all). They probably thought she was a loon, sitting there at the table by herself--what sort of Hogwarts student spent their one afternoon of freedom hauled up in a pub without friends or--urgh, now she was thinking she was quite lame. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she should just--she quickly put everything back in her bags in an attempt to leave when she heard the tinkling of the door opening.