Christabelle was making her way around London. She wore a deep purple and black corset and a pair of black bondage pants with purple chains. Her hair remained down in its normal fashion coming almost to her hips. People stared at her in awe of her beauty muttering as she walked by causing her to produce her musical giggle. She was amused at how easily she affected wizards and muggles alike but now she was growing hungry.

Garulia strode through the streets in a simple tee-shirt and jeans.
He noticed a girl that he thought he had seen at school and rushed over to her.
"Hi, I'm Garulia!" he said, not exactly caring about her beauty.

"Um..Hello." she said looking at him a little confused, "I'm sorry but do I know you?" she asked curiously. She was also curious cause he was one of the very first boys that didn't seem to be affected by her veela looks other than her closest friends.

Gar smiled.
"I'm at Hogwarts, I think I have seen you around there, I'm a Gryffindor, 15, nice to meet you, uh...name?" he asked.
Eh, she's pretty, but I don't exactly freak out about that kind of stuff, he thought.

"Christabelle." she said grabbing his arm and pulling him into an alley way, "You really should watch who you talk to about things like that." she said scolding him, "Especially if you're a fifth year." her German accent was a little on the thick side today, "What if I had been a muggle who looked like someone you went to school with?"

Garulia shrugged.
"Memory wipe in this alleyway, actually," he said, non offended by her sharp tone.
He swiped an apple from a small pouch on his waist that was way bigger than it looked on the outside.
"Want one?" he asked her. "Besides, I was quite certain I had seen you, anyway."

"No thank you, I'm fine." she replied, "I'm about to go get something to eat actually." She sighed, "You could have done a memory wipe had I been a muggle but then you would have gotten expelled for using magic underage and in the presence of a muggle." She sighed, "Sorry its just that my father is the German minister of magic and I get lectured about things like that all the time."

He shrugged yet again.
"I'd be long gone before anyone ever got here, they can't find out WHO used the magic," he replied dully.
"I know my stuff, I'm not dumb, I live nowhere NEAR here," he added.

"Ah but ask Potter about that if anyone ever see's him." she said laughing, "They'll find you...Hello tracers on all underage wizards. Would you like to join me for lunch?" she asked curiously.

And yet again he shrugged.
"That, my good lady, is not a problem, I easily throw it off by slipping into my tent."
He nodded. "If you don't mind I would certainly enjoy having lunch with you."

Christy giggled a little, "Good I know the perfect spot just a few blocks up the road." she said starting to walk. She shrugged off the comment about the tracer, "I take it you don't live with anyone then?" she asked curiously.

He shook his head. "I live alone in my tent near Hogsmede, my parents are muggles and I need a more secure enviroment for school, well, that's how I explained it to them," he told her, walking up the street with her.

"And not living in the school is more secure than the school itself?" she asked curiously. She was baffled by all the things that were going on in England that she didn't quite understand. It shouldn't matter what you think is right or wrong, she thought in her mind. "It shouldn't be too much farther."

He shrugged. "I like my tent," he replied.
"How good is the food?"

"Its good.." she said smiling as they came upon a small cafe, "This is it." she said turning to walk in. "I have to come here every time I'm in London, my parents have been taking me here since I was a baby."

He nodded and stepped in after her, saying "ladies first."
"Mm, it smells good in here," he said, sniffing.

"Thank you." she said smiling as she walked over to a booth in the corner. "It does." she said not needing a menu knowing exactly what she wanted. "You might need this." she said handing him a menu, most of it was baked goods and such but some of it was actual food and a list of different drinks they served.

He ordered a root beer and a burger, sitting down.
"Yep, it does," Gar replied.
He took a bite and loved the burger and the drink was good too.

Christabelle ordered a cup of coffee and a piece of apple cake with a caramel icing topping on it and sweeted her coffee and added creamer to it. She sipped on her coffee before taking a bite of her cake, "So do you like it?" she asked curiously.

"It's good," he said when he finished it all.
"So, are you single?" he asked her.