Welcome to the Hmm Cafe! Have a cup of tea or maybe a homebaked muffin. Take a seat and breathe in the sweet smell of baked goods. Everything here is homemade and made with all natural ingredients and even real brewed tea.
Lauren is more than a little nervous. She hadn't expected to be invited to coffee by anyone so soon, least of all a girl as pretty and kind as Aoibh. Honestly, Lauren wouldn't be such a bundles of nerves if this were a date. At least she'd know what she's getting herself into. But with Aoibh, this feels painfully platonic, and this is very much so her first outing as a "friend" with anyone from Hogwarts. What is she supposed to do? Would Aoibh mind if she ordered for them? She doesn't even know Aoibh's order. Lauren feels so helpless that, in her conflict, ends up arriving twenty minutes early and spending all of it waiting on a table tucked in the back corner of the café. She's scrolling through her Witchagram to keep busy, but it certainly isn't soothing her frayed emotions.
Aoibh usually is, like Lauren, painfully early too events. She hated keeping people waiting, even if it meant she was the one waiting. However, she'd spent far too long waiting for her twin to turn up at the edge of Hogsmeade only to get the cancellation text. Aoibh should have expected it but, alas, she thought the best of people. Aoibh wasn't sure if this was a good turn of events or a bad turn of events. She'd been dreading seeing Cait around Lauren, just because she'd have to listen to the shameless flirting. Aoibh wasn't sure why she was so bothered by this. Maybe she didn't want to be the third wheel? It's not as if Aoibh was into Lauren. No-she was definitely, one hundred percent, straight...she was just a very good ally! Turning up at the cafe, she was only five minutes late but she felt as if it had been hours since the agreed timing. "I am so sorry!" Aoibh said as she bustled into the cafe, her hair braided into two plaits. "I was waiting for Cait, my twin, but she ended up cancelling, busy with some-" one "-thing or other." Aoibh was wasting Lauren's time, wasn't she? What has Aoibh done. Nothing was going right. "I'm so sorry for being late. Have you ordered?"
Lauren is admittedly a little relieved to hear her guide's sister couldn't make it. She might not know about the shameless flirting she'd have otherwise been subjected to, but she does know she'd have struggled to keep up with both sisters. Aoibh is ridiculously beautiful; someone as gay as Lauren shouldn't be subject to another one of her. She'd embarass herself more than she already does in a regular conversation. "You're good! I've kept busy, so it's alright," she grins. At the question, she shakes her head. "I wasn't sure what your order was, and I didn't know if you were too busy to text getting... ready, or on your way, or anything," she explains, "We can order now, though! I don't mind."
"Oh, that's fine! Sorry-I probably should have texted. I overestimated my ability to get here on time," Aoibh confessed as she slipped into the opposite seat. With it being summer now, Aoibh was simply wear a white crochette type of bralette and high waisted denim shorts. Look-you know Aoibh would be the type to go to coachella every other year. Thank goodness the wizarding world has its own rendition. She loves going to Bucklebury Festival every year. "As long as it's not coffee, I'm good. Coffee's so bitter, you know? Too bitter for me." Aoibh was always more of a hot chocolate type of girl. And tea. Honestly, tea was kind of tasteless to her. Warm water. However, it was what all the fancy people drank so she drank it too. With that she flicked open the menu to actually see what the place had to offer. "Have you been settling in okay? Oh-sorry, are you okay with English? We can do French again?"
Lauren frowns, confused. It isn't until it dawns on her that Aoibh still thinks she's a French native that Lauren relaxes into her chair again, smiling. "Je ne peux pas croire que tu t'es souvenu," she remarks, "C'est très gentil de ta part." For her part, she had a white silk blouse tank top tucked into a skirt, with open toed-sandals. The weather was wonderful as of late, and she didn't know whether it'd hold up, so she was making the most of it. (Even though it meant being interrogated by Brighton and Hailey about where she was going and with who. Annoying little devils, those two.) "Oui. Je suis cependant très reconnaissant pour les vacances d'été." There's a small pause while she let Aoibh skim through the menu. She was going for a Raspberry Iced Tea, she was sure. "Comment vont tes vacances?"
"It's-" Aoibh was about to say it was as normal as other summers but it wasn't, was it? Not with Paul. Who she was meeting-Merlin, Aoibh didn't even know. She'd remained true to her word and hadn't texted him and he hadn't texted her either. So everything was just up in the air. "-warm." Was all Aoibh could think to say. "I'm enjoying not having to stress about exams and everything, you know? I'm glad to be back in Hogsmeade, though. Dublin is a lot rainier than it is here." Aoibh eventually decided on ordering a smoothie. She wasn't really feeling hungry so maybe it would be a nice replacement for actual, solid food. The engagement wasn't public knowledge, yet, so she knew Lauren was pretty much in the dark and-for some reason, Aoibh couldn't manage to tell her. She wasn't sure why it mattered and why it was so difficult. They barely knew each other. Yet something was telling Aoibh that it'd be a mistake. "How's yours?"
"Could be better," she admits, but later shrugs. "Living where I live is always an adventure during the summers. It's my least favorite season. But at least the skies are pretty, right? That's a nice little bonus for the summers," she muses. Lauren glances out the window and up the sky. It's all blue, not a cloud in sight. "Oh, Dublin! Do you make a lot of trips out of the city? I've been wanting to visit, but it's a little harder with all my siblings on top of my mums' jobs." Lauren doesn't know about the engagement, and it's probably for the best. Even though she's already pretty sure Aoibh is as straight as her hair, it would crush her. She's never dealt well with heartache. (Which is stupid! She has no reason to be heartbroken beyond she's pretty and I wanna hold her hand. Why are girls so pretty?)
"What do your mums' do?" She asked, genuinely wanting to get to know the other girl more. "And yeah, a little bit! We do tours around the countryside and all that. You can come with if you want. We do a lot and there's always room..." Aoibh trailed off, starting that offer in the heat of the moment before her ears turned a very light shade of red. "Only if you can, though. No stress!" Where was the wait-Aoibh only had to turn her head to see the only employee in the building redesigning the baked goods display. Maybe their order was going to be taking a little bit. "It's really pretty though! As long as you can stand the rain. And if you can't, you'll probably hate it."
"We own a farm! It's a Christmas tree farm during the holidays, but we have other seasonal events like pumpkin patches, sunflower fields — the agricultural works. We have all sorts of pets as well, and provide the produce to nearby markets and shops." Lauren is proud of her mums, and clearly of her own work ethic as well, if her grin is anything to go by. When Aoibh made her offer, Lauren didn't think twice about it being on a platonic basis; not even the redness of her ears were enough to make her think otherwise. Self-esteem issues, you could say. A princess, interested in her? As if. "Of course I can stand the rain! I love it, actually." It's almost embarrassing, but it's the truth! She has a small machine that mimics the sound of thunderstorms to help her fall asleep at night. And the fact that, even though she hasn't made a corporeal patronus yet, her strongesst memory thus far is of dancing in the rain with her moms? It should say a lot... if Aoibh actually knew, which Lauren is adamant she won't. Ever. "I look forward to visiting Ireland, then!" It'll have a whole new meaning now, she thinks.
Aoibh, on the other hand, saw no reason on why she wouldn't be fascinated with Lauren. Being a princess, Aoibh never really knew good work ethic. Not in the sense that Lauren knew it. Never worked on a farm. At best, she fed a goat once and cried for another hours afterwards because the goat licked her hand. "A christmas tree farm? Oh my goodness that's so cool! It must be very festive every year for you then." She could already see Lauren next to the fireplace with a hot chocolate on Christmas eve singing Christmas carols. "Ah. I like it when I'm inside. I like watching it hit the windows and when I go asleep." Aoibh doesn't mention her terrors of when she's the one getting drenched. "Same! You'll have to take me to your Christmas farm in return!" She was teasing when she said this, wanting to move on from the whole rain debacle.
If Lauren knew of Aoibh's struggle with a goat, she'd laugh. She's spent so much time with the animals back home, both magical and muggle, that things as trivial as licks don't really get to her. "Oh, but it's so much fun when you're dancing under the rain! My little siblings love to jump out in the puddles that form. They get a good laugh out of mud-sliding, too, but I tend to avoid those as much as I can. I'm not a fan of getting mud in my hair," she shares, chuckling. "You know what? I'd love to take you! My mums would love to meet my guide and first Hogwarts friends." Of course, Aoibh would have to be informed she can, as a matter of fact, speak English before that, and that's a conversation Lauren plans to put off for as long as she can.
Aoibh suddenly regretted the suggestion as soon as she mentioned mudslides. Aoibh would rather lock herself into a cupboard than do that. Still, Aoibh was nothing but diplomatic and her smile didn't even dampen. In fact, if anything, it grew. Maybe by the time comes, Lauren will have forgotten all about this conversation. However, at the confirmation that they're friends made her cheeks turn a rosey pink. In a good way, don't get her wrong. She was just...well, she wasn't sure why she swooned knowing Lauren thought of Aoibh as a friend. "I think I'll take your word for it. But yes, I would love to meet your mums! I think it'd be so cool to have two. How many siblings do you have?" She asked, her eyes barely having left Lauren's face since she went to look for Caera. Who knew where that one was now. Aoibh had to tear her eyes away to scan the place again. And this time, she couldn't see the one worker here.
"I have two from my dad's side, two from my mum's, and two step-brothers from my mum's wife. I suppose you could say we're a big family, but... not really. My dad lives back in Zmajkovo with my siblings from his side, so I barely see them anymore," she explains. Her family is a little... complicated, you could say, and this is barely scratching the surface, but she didn't want to leave Aoibh hanging for an answer. "Do you have any?" Lauren glances around as well when she notices Aoibh's eyes straying, but like her, can't find Caera. "They must be very understaffed here, huh?"
Her eyebrows raised as the realisation. "You're part-veela, so that explains a lot," Aoibh said without thinking it through. You have Veela blood so that's why you're so pretty was what she meant but she realised as soon as she said it that it could be construed so many different ways. "Not in a bad way, I just meant you've always been so aesthetic and all that....and yeah this place is kind of notorious for it. But I don't think anyone thinks too badly...the waitress makes up for it when she turns up. I've gotten way too many free things than I think I should be. And yes! Sorry! I have a few. Five siblings. Cait and I are the youngest, two older brothers (they're twins as well) then one sister who is the oldest. Not as big as yours."