Snippet #1191373

Alice sat at the small cafe, not caring to read it's name. Astoria and Draco watched her carefully, and she eyed them back with her mysterious violet eyes. She was wearing a crimson Victorian jacket, white frilled shirt (like the founding fathers), ripped black tutu-ish skirt, gold leggings, and black toe shoes. She watched her cousins in Flourish and Blotts, which was just across the street. She saw Draco about to talk, and braced for the remark. "Do you want a broom?" he asked, his baritone voice flowing from his open mouth. "You're going to get one for me anyways, right?" she asked, her own alto voice going through the sharp faces of Astoria and Draco. "Well, you are going to be on the Quittich team, right?" he asked, her curly short black hair changed to a long violet empire braid. "If you want me to..."