The world is flawed

You don't need more shoes.

You know what I need?

Food and water.

Not the response I was expecting, but sounds good. Bt nix the water. I want hot chocolate. :)

Go get some then.

Ok. I will.

*** switch ***

Tracey didn't feel like messing around in the cold. She apparated straight to the warmth of the mess hall. She had no idea if Miles would show up (though she was almost positive he would). In the meantime she made her way to the drink section to get her hot chocolate.

Miles was already there, sitting at a high table, blowing at a coffee mug cupped in his hands. A mug of hot chocolate sitting in front of the second empty chair. His eyes followed Tracey as she walked further into the room, waiting for her to notice him.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she felt recognizable eyes on her. She scanned the room and spotted exactly who she had hoped she would see. A smile lit up her face when her eyes lowered to the cup of hot chocolate.

Tracey headed over to his table and sat down. She picked up the cup and blew into the contents to cool it off.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

"No need to thank me, Miss Davis," he said, taking a sip of his coffee, Watching her over the top of the mug.

"Tracey," She corrected him after taking a sip. You'd think after years of friendship and shagging and love and all those other whatnots he'd have stopped with the Miss Davis nonsense.

"So what's new? I haven't seen you in a while. I've missed you."

He ignored her correction, but allowed a small grin. "I've missed you as well, of course."

"Always with the evasion..."

Tracey took another sip and smirked at him over the rim of her mug.

"Well then answer the question. What have you been doing since I saw you last?" Tracey asked again.

Her hot chocolate was finally cool enough to drink. It warmed her up from her head to her toes. Merlin, she loved this stuff.

"School work - sneaking potions from the storerooms since they won't let me take them out without being in any of the more advanced classes." Miles hated having to complete all of his general education courses before being allowed to attend Medical classes. "Experimenting a bit more on my medicines."

He grinned again at her as she enjoyed the hot chocolate. It was kind of cute the way she reacted to the drink.

In a way she reacted to hot chocolate the way she reacted to alcohol, but without the intoxication that led to less clothing. A win-win situation, if you asked her.

"Leave it to you to figure out how to sneak out potions ingredients," She said with a small laugh, putting the cup down and her hands over it to let the heat warm her cold hands.

"What are you trying to make this time with your medicines? And please don't tell me that you are experimenting on yourself again."

"I'm certainly not going to try them out on anyone else," he reasoned. "It's not even anything new. Just a few start-ups from Hogwarts that I'm making more efficient - better ingredients here."

"We'll let's just hope you haven't given yourself some contagious side effect. Wouldn't want to catch that." She said with a smirk.

"I think I've decided I don't want to be anything. I can't figure out why exactly I'm still going to random classes. You're lucky you've always known what you want to be."

Did you at least hide the evidence?

I had someone else do it for me. I don't like doing the dirty work. ;)

See, I would have gone for the crown.

Go figure you go for the gold.

The shoes probably cost more anyway.

I guess that's just the Gryffindor in me.

The crown would like with my shade of hair, I reckon'.

So about this best friendship thing.

It requires this thing called quality time, or some such ridiculousness.

Care to give it a try sometime? I hear it can be rather enjoyable.

Well, I think we're in luck. Finals are done, now, aren't they? Which means the Honors college has decided to let its students have a life for the hols.

What are you doing with yours?

Probably getting shit faced as much as possible. And then nothing. I have this whole huge place to live in, and annoying house elves, but no one to come and stay in it...

If you're not catching my drift, your ass is going to be in the room next door for at least a few days.

Oh, oh, definitely! That would be lovely.