error to the mind // ...

Dorcas sighed again, closing her eyes. Merlin that had tasted good. She wasn't quite entirely sure what 'that' was, but whatever it was, it was good. It had done its job and it had filled her tummy, though of course, she'd always have room for desert, something she'd learnt to do as a child growing up. You always saved room for desert and Dorcas could scoff down a tub of ice cream at a time. She didn't hold back, she had as much of a sweet tooth as the next girl, only this one liked to work it all off with a warm up and a jog, just before Quidditch practice. Nothing beat some good exercise after you knew you'd eaten your body weight in - Dorcas looked at the remains on her plate, mash, gravy and she figured sausage too. She sucked in her cheeks, tasting what she had just eaten still, yeah, definitely pork sausages. The best kind there was. Still, she wasn't feeling the greatest, but she'd wait a while, she still had to fit all her desert in as well, whatever dessert was tonight. Still, she was sure it would be delicious.

Looking up the table, Dorcas noticed a boy not too far from her, in fact, he was practically opposite her. How had she not scared the living day lights out of him? And how was he still eating after seeing her scoff down all that food? Not to mention was he doing homework at the dinner table? Yeah! It looked like it! Well, that was a full gone conclusion then that this was the ravenclaw table, because the boy didn't have a look of panic upon his face like the other houses would have if they were doing their homework at the table, if any other house were doing their homework and having tea, or even just looking through it, then it would mean their homework was probably late, hence the worry, but this guy seemed totally relaxed and calm and probably avoiding her gaze but after seeing what she could do with a fork and a plate of food, not to mention the jug of water she'd drained skilfully, she didn't blame him. Women were a scary breed and obviously not to be messed with, still, she hadn't scared the boy much, he was still sat there with his parchment and food.

"Hey." She said with a smile before quickly grabbing a napkin and wiping her mouth, face and fingers. She probably had food in her hair and her teeth and looked a state. "You're that new kid, aren't you?" She said, having noticed him in one of her lessons, but she'd not spoken to him, why would she? She'd probably end up scaring him away. though she had to admit, he looked simply adorable! "I'm Meadowes, Dorcas Meadowes, I'm in Slytherin but, y'know, I was a little starved and thirsty so threw myself at the first table I came to. Sorry if I disturbed you a bit, I see you've got your homework. I hope I didn't get it messy. Dorcas tended to have a little problem of talking a tad too much when she met knew people. She wasn't sure if it was nerves or over confidence, but whatever it was, even she tended to find it a bit annoying, but questions had to be asked she supposed, other wise you'd never find out anything.

Dorcas looked interestedly at the new student. He looked tiny and adorable to her, he was probably taller, but he just seemed so skinny in her eyes. She wanted to just feed him, then again, the way she fed herself was pretty shocking, she doubted anyone would want her feeding them, she wasn't fit to feed a baby, or a baby animal. Pigs had better manners than her, and that was something quite shocking, she thought, then again, she had been a little hungry and thirsty. She should cut herself some slack, then again, she'd probably just given a foreign student the worst welcoming to Great Britain there could ever be. He'd probably assume everyone here was like her and head back home. Well . . . . maybe nothing quite that severe. She'd never made that big of an impression on someone before and she doubted she ver would.

"Oh!" Dorcas grabbed a serviette and quickly wiped her hands, just to check they were gravy, mash and sausage free before reaching over and shaking his hand lightly. She wasn't one for having her hand kissed and all that nonsense, not that it looked like George was going to do that , but unless it was a seriously hot guy at a formal event, then there weren't any allowances made. Still, she may make a few, just for the future, who knew what might happen in good time.

"Ha, not quite a week, hadn't eaten since yesterday lunchtime and I do like my food so I was a bit hungry. Not a great first impression I don't think." Never mind though, Dorcas thought, she was probably making up for it now, he was a new student and she was being nice and friendly. there was nothing worse than coming to a new school and meeting a wall of hostility. Huh, well, actually, there probably loads of things worse than that, but probably didn't feel like it if you were in the position of the newcomer.

"So where about are you from, George?" Dorcas was sort of making polite conversation, but more than anything, she was being nosey. "You have a strong accent, I hope you don't mind me asking, I'm just curious, or nosey, whatever you want to call it." Dorcas smiled and thought about dessert. She was bloated, but she still fancied something sweet. Probably some ice cream. Just a little bit of vanilla would do her very nicely, she thought, though before she could get the dreamy, far away look in her eyes, she focused on George and hoped her didn't think her rude, though after watching her scoff down her food like that, she wouldn't be surprised if he did think she was rude and uncivilised. Still, she was pretty at least!

George seemed to enjoy the fact that she was a mess and really quite rude. She had to admit, if she was where he was, and she'd come in like that, she'd probably be quite disgusted, but then again she would make it up to herself by being nice. Wait, that confused her a bit. Hmm, whatever! She was just babbling to herself in her head, smiling sort of emptily as she did so, probably making her look like a complete idiot, but regardless, she was glad George was able to find some amusement in the messy situation.

"Well, at least you'll remember me I suppose! Dunno if that's entirely a good thing or not. I promise I'm not too scary, other than what you've just witnessed. believe me, if you can stand the sight of that and not vomit, I'm pretty sure you can handle me." Dorcas couldn't help but continue to talk. She was excited to meet someone new that wasn't a complete idiot. George seemed really quite nice and accepting, especially considering what it was he was just faced with, Dorcas was surprised he hadn't run and hidden for cover yet.

"Finland?! Is it nice there? Seems like it would be a bit cold to me, then again, we are in Scotland or something at the moment, so probably not much colder than here. Sorry!" Dorcas winced, "I'm babbling a lot and not letting you get a word in anywhere. I'll shut up for a bit and let you answer by yourself, I'm sure you don't need my help to tell me what your country's like"

Dorcas couldn't help it, she was just one of those people t hat always liked to talk, she really had to give George a chance, especially considering he hadn't had long to practice, according to what he'd said that was. "I think you're doing just fine, then again, I'm not exactly letting you talk much, a I? I have a habit of getting excited and talking. I'll stop again now, you know, in case you ever do actually want to talk again, you're doing pretty good at it and really, you don't butcher the English language by speaking it, those from Northern England do that far better than you." She grinned, pretty sure he had to be the most uncomfortable guy in the school right now, sat here with some crazy girl jabbering at him about nothing much apart from what he probably all ready knew and things that he didn't need to know. Regardless, Dorcas liked to try and make new friends.

Dorcas quirked her brow at mention of George's brother. Huh. He was probably cute too. Dorcas wondered if he was cuter than George, she hoped so, George looked a little too feminine for her tastes. She liked her guys to like like . . .well, guys for one. She liked masculinity, after all, she didn't want to be in any sort of relationship or fling with someone that was far more feminine than her. That just wouldn't work for her. She would be turned off in a heart beat. Strong, sexy guys were more here thing, guys like Adrian. Hmm. Adrian. Now there was a guy that would crack it if someone called him feminine . . . something she might have to try, just to gage his reaction.

"Does your brother go to school or has he finished?" She asked casually. She was hoping George's brother was older and had finished school, that would give her someone to look forward to meeting in the real world when school had finished up. That was if George's brother even lived in England. George was from Finland and she assumed the rest of his family was too, so she presumed there was a good chance that George's brother was still living over there. Maybe one day she'd take a trip over there. She'd quite like it, she enjoyed the cold. She also enjoyed the hot though, that didn't mean she was about to shoot off to Australia!

"Lack of funds? See, this is where apparating and broomsticks come in handy. Don't need much funding for that, though you'd probably have to turn yourself invisible if you're flying across on a broom, wouldn't want too many muggles seeing you and having a heart attack. Merlin knows what the Ministry of Magic would do to you. Probably wouldn't be anything to friendly, I', sure." Dorcas sighed and looked about the table for some ice cream. Sure, it was winter, but she liked ice cream and it would follow her main meal quite nicely. Then again, ice cream followed pretty much anything quite nicely.

Grabbing a bowl and a very large spoonful of ice cream, Dorcas soon started slowly sucking on the ice cream that was now in front of her, pulling her spoon away from her mouth for a second to speak to George once more. "I'll talk to pretty much anyone that's not an idiot. You know . . . idiot as in arrogant dick head, not idiot as in stupid." Well okay, that wasn't strictly true, she was busy lusting after Adrian after all, and he was as big of an idiot as you could possibly find. How had he not picked up her very confusing but all be it lustful signals? Some guys really were just idiots.

"At least you can speak a second language, and well enough for others to understand it. I can say 'hund' 'gut-ten tag' and 'hallo' in German and that's it. I don't know what they mean apart from 'hallo' which is like, halo. I think 'gut-ten tag' is 'good dog' and 'hund' 'hand'." Dorcas had no idea that she was completely wrong on all three counts of meaning and even pronunciation, but regardless, she liked to think she could speak a little of different language, even if it was only German and nothing exotic like Russian, Portuguese, Spanish or Mexican. And no, she didn't realise that Mexican's spoke Spanish. She did believe it an entirely different language all together.

"So how did you get the name George? It sounds very English for someone from Finland, and how do you pronounce your surname? Do you have lots of English names over there?" Dorcas was really quite ignorant of other countries and cultures, she was very sheltered when it came to other countries but the good thing about her, was that she was always willing to learn new things about these other places and maybe, she figured George might be able to teach her a thing or two.

Dorcas kept wondering what this Aleksi looked like. She wouldn't talk about him further with George because he didn't seem to like his brother much, or at least thought him a 'bore' but still, Dorcas was certain she'd be able to help the party animal in him come out . . . just a few shots here and there, a couple beers and away he'd go being the life of the party. Dorcas had no idea what he looked like but she was imagining him as a bigger, stronger, more masculine version of George and in her imagination, he had a lot of muscles . . . oh yeah, he was on the bar of the Three Broomsticks, flexing his muscles and showing her what he was made of.

Okay, so Aleksi was probably a little bit weedy like George here, but Dorcas could use her imagination a little. It was still a free country after all, at least for the time being, though the Death Eaters weren't in charge yet, and they probably wouldn't be. Dumbledore was still around and had a lot of life kicking in him. They'd never take control of the country while he was around. They were all far too scared of him, despite the show they put on and the talk they spoke in the Daily Prophet. They may have a lot of pull over the editor there, and would probably kill the editor and his family, but Dorcas figured they were all talk when it came to facing Dumbledore.

"Ha, you're welcome I suppose!" Dorcas grinned at George and nodded her head a little and shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose that's true to some extent, but it would still be cool to be able to speak another language, you know, not be completely ignorant and everything. Just assuming everyone speaks English is a bit rude if travelling over seas. Unless you're going somewhere like America or Australia I suppose. Then I think that English is the primary language. Or maybe Mexican in America, the countries are pretty close and America does have its own Mexico too, New Mexico." Not only did Dorcas not have a clue about other languages, she also had no clue about other countries geography. Actually, she didn't have much of a clue about Geography in general.

"No, I've not met anyone from any other country really. A few Italians, a couple Spanish and a lot of French, like, five people from France." She chuckled sarcastically knowing five really wasn't a big number. She wasn't a complete idiot after all. "You'll have to introduce me to some of your friends if they ever come over, and your family. Then I can say I know plenty of Finnish people if anyone ever asks me again." Dorcas smiled widely and ate some more of her ice cream, expressing a bit of surprise on her face when George told her that 'George' wasn't his actual name.

"What is your name then? I can't go calling you George if it's not your real name. That's like me being called Helga or something. It's stupid." Dorcas sat there, eating her ice cream and looking across at 'George', trying to figure out if that was his real name, and was his brother really called 'Aleksi' or was that a made up name too so that he could fit in. Though George was far more English than Aleksi, Aleksi sounded Russian or something. Maybe it was a Finnish name, she didn't know but she was definitely interested to find out. 'George' Was turning out to be quite an interesting character and she liked him quite a bit. He seemed like he could be quite a good friend.

Dorcas found it amazing that George had never before left his country. She'd gone abroad every summer since she was three, well, apart from that one time her mother wasn't feeling too well, but they still went on Holiday, just down to Cornwall to enjoy the country side down there. To Dorcas it looked the exact same as it did in their home county of Devon, but whatever, it was nice to get away from home for a while and just relax. Still, never having left your own country, well, it sounded boring to Dorcas, but each to their own she supposed.

"Ah, I love to travel, so much to see and do, I find it nice to go to the sun for a bit. It's refreshing, a bit of a break from all the bad weather and snow we get up here. Of course, if you love the snow, then I suppose Finland's just right, isn't it?" Dorcas smiled and carried on eating her delicious ice cream, happy to be having a conversation with a cute-ish guy that wasn't spending the time checking her out or staring at her breasts. maybe he was gay, or maybe she just repulsed him after the display she'd put on, regardless, it was still nice to have someone look at her eyes when talking.

Dorcas grinned. Meeting new people was always something that interested her, especially ones from other countries, though she had to admit, George probably thought her completely weird, wanting to meet his friends and family, just so she could say she knew a few Finnish people, just in case she was ever asked if she did. Yeah, Dorcas had to admit it to herself, she was crazy, and not just a little, quite a lot, but still, she wasn't crazy enough to be classed as a danger, at least she didn't think so, but she was biased.

Dorcas listened, wondering what George's real name was, and when he said it, she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" She grinned. "Waldemar" She said, attempting to pronounce it the way he had. "I'm not even going to attempt your other names, mind, they sound a little difficult for me. You know,you could have just a nickname, like Wald or Wal. I personally would like Wally." She chuckled softly, wondering if Waldemar realised she was little bit crazy, oh well, whatever, Dorcas just smiled and had some of the delectable ice cream in front of her that was rapidly disappearing. If she didn't know any better, she might think someone was stealing it from her while she wasn't looking, but that wasn't possible probable.