Starting Fresh (Noah/Open)

[Lyra Newbury]

"A tour guide, yes..." She laughed at his example which was absolutely terrible. Who would willingly be a tour guide? Lyra would never stoop that low, even if Noah didn't think the job was beneath either of them. "And what, if any, are your plans for the real world? Opening your own touring company?"

[Noah Malfoy]

"Ah, yes!" Noah mocked excitement. "I love showing muggles the fantastic sights of my beautiful Italy!" Noah shook his hair out of his face before replying with, "Do you believe some one like me could show around muggles? No, I would prefer to be an astrologist. I do believe I could make it far, and I could be on top within reason. Although I would like to be a quidditch chaser for a day. What about you, Lyra? What would you do for a day?" Noah gave her a curious look. "I would love to here what someone with such prestige as yourself would do."

[Lyra Newbury]

"No, I don't suppose I could see you doing that. But I'm sure it'd just tickle your family if you went off and worked with muggles." One thing she did know about the Malfoys; they were very anti-muggle. But she was glad Noah at least had a sense of humor about it.

She liked the thought of him being an astrologist. It seemed to fit him, from what she knew of him. He could spend all night working and all day sleeping. What guy wouldn't want that?

"A chaser, aye? That'd make Lucius mad, so I'd want to do it for longer than a day. Lucius angry is simply hilarious. Like last year when his hair was colored pink...that was the best! His face was so red you could barely tell where the skin ended and his hair started.

"If I could have any job in the world for a day I'd be Minister. Make all these ridiculous rules and make so much money I couldn't spend it all before I died. I think I'd be suited for a single day of heading the wizarding world."

[Noah Malfoy]

Noah laughed, surprised that Lyra would poke fun at his life and his cousin, "yes! I remember the stories. I wish I had been here to see it, but I had left for a family affair. My mother's sister was in a wedding, and I simpley had to attend." Noah dragged out the sarcasm. "I missed an entire chapter of humliating Lucius for watching Aunt Morena to walk down an aisle in a ridiculous dress."

Noah had remembered coming back and hearing about the incident almost immediately after he returned to the common room. Lucius had walked out and bumped into him almost immediately after one of the Slytherin's had made a snide remark to Noah. Instead of teasing him upright, Noah decided to save that little stash of information for Lucius's children for revenge if Lucius told his offspring anything bad about him.

Noah laughed even more at the comment of Luciu's pink face. "I would love to see that! But minister for a day? And then keeping the money to last a lifetime? THat's quite good thinking, actually. Conniving, even. But I believe you could be ruler for a day. If you were, I'd purposely create pandemonium, just so you'd have bit of a mess to sort out," Noah put on an innocent face, trying to hide the smirk. "But it'd be fun to sort out. Of course."

[Lyra Newbury]

Lyra hadn't realized that Noah had not been there for pinking, and she felt for him. It was something everyone should have witnessed. It was great. If only she could replay it for him somehow.

"Yeah. But as Minister I'd just pardon all your wrong-doings and let the next guy deal with it. It's only a day. What sort of trouble could you really get into in a day?"

[Noah Malfoy]

"You'd be surprised," Noah could already see the images in his head. "I could pronounce anarchy and have a mob follow me around stealing trivial items that wouldn't matter in the long run. But as minister, wouldn't you have to deal with my wrong doings? I could think of a thousand things I could do just to make your day somewhat of a living hell."

Noah couldn't help but chuckle a little at the thoughts and the situations he could get himself into.

[Lyra Newbury]

"Looting and petty theft? That's your big anarchist move? Oh Noah, Noah, Noah. You're going to have to do better than that when I'm Minister. Honestly, I thought you were a Malfoy?!" She was teasing him, but also baiting him. She wanted to see what sort of mischief he could come up with if pushed. And if Noah was anything like Lucius, he wouldn't like to be told that his ideas were simple or easily completed tasks.

[Noah Malfoy]

Noah straightened up, not expecting to be teased, "Well, it was just a small joke. Of course, as a Malfoy, nontheless, I would come up with a bigger and much better plot. It wouldn't take too long. It would have to do with muggles and pink hair perhaps."

Noah gave a small laugh, "And turning your world upside down, quite litterally. Try and manage with everything I have in store. You'll just have to become minister for a day to know what I can do. But no longer then a day, I don't want to have to be as active as to plan more then 24 hours of havoc on your life."

[Lyra Newbury]

Lyra liked the way his body reacted to her teasing, and it made her giggle. And his response her was both cunning and elusive. She pondered him for a moment, reading his face and thinking over his words. After a few moments time she had decided. "You're alright, Noah. And because I like you, I can promise you there will be nothing more than a single day of Newbury rule." She gave him a wink and a grin.

[Noah Malfoy]

"Well, then for that, I thank you," he slowly slumped back down, able to relax a bit. "I like you as well, and so we have something we have openly agreed upon, besides the fact that we would adore if dear cousin Lucius dyed his hair pink for the remainder of the year." He gave her a small half smile. looking at her from behind his hair. "What else do we have in common? Do you like enjoy astrology? Because if you say no, I might have to end this friendship right here and now."

Of course he was joking, but he'd prefer if she said yes. He felt it hard to connect with people who didn't like the one thing he loved beyond anything else.

[Lyra Newbury]

Lyra could easily agree that a more permanently pink-haired Lucius would be quite enjoyable. It really was a shame Noah had missed it.

She made an overly dramatic sneer at the mention of astrology, and the looming end to their new friendship. "Well it's been a pleasure then I will certainly miss your company." Her tone was dripping with sarcasm, as she really did enjoy astrology. It could be closely related to Divination in some aspects, which has always intrigued her.

[Noah Malfoy]

"I believe you hurt my feelings, Lyra." Noah clutched his chest, rolling his eyes good naturedly. "I thought you were different from all those other students who believe it to be 'boring' and 'constant'. I thought we would could be the kind of friends who frollicked in the fields under a mass of heavenly lights, maybe tossing a few petals around as well." Noah tried to be be just as sarcastic as Lyra had been. Anything with the word frollick made him gag profusely.

[Lyra Newbury]

She laughed whole-heartedly, trying to picture Noah skipping through a field of flowers and dancing under the stars like a poof. It was all too easy, which made her laugh even harder. Her body convulsed with each wave of laughter, and she had to gasp heavily to regain her composure. "I'd love to! Can we do it now?" she teased again. He was too much fun at the moment, she couldn't let it end.

[Noah Malfoy]

"Oh, can we, Lyra? Please?" Noah mocked, placing his hands to his chest, trying to hold back the laughter himself. "I just need to grab the bag of roses and perhaps my diary. I'm not sure I could wait that long!"

He broke out into laughter himself, letting the happiness of the moment drive on. He wasn't sure how long he'd take on this joke, but he did have plans to go watch the stars. He wondered if he would look at the ground and see pictures of the two of them having a flower fight.

He was disgusted with himself, although it made him laugh harder.

[Lyra Newbury]

They laughed together for a while at the ridiculous notion. It felt good to laugh this hard, it seemed to make her heart pound stronger. A reminder it still worked. "Is this as disturbing a thought for you as it is for me? Because if you can honestly see me doing that-" She shook her head and continued to laugh.

[Noah Malfoy]

"Ah, I could ask the same of you," Noah took a deep breathe. "I am practically on the verge of throwing up, just thinking about that horrid image. Not of you, of course. But rather of the idea that I could do anything as ridiculous as frollick. And you, I would bet a healthy sum against you ever doing something like that."

[Lyra Newbury]

"Oh, I don't know. I can picture you with a little crown of flowers on your your pretty blond head, swirling around in a meadow. You'd be sooo cute." She reached forward and pinched his cheek lightly, indicating that his cuteness was equal to that of a child's. "Yes, you are right in that aspect. If you ever catch me doing something like that, just go ahead and Kedavra me. There won't be any point to be living on after that..."

[Noah Malfoy]

"Yes, that's how I've always wanted to be pictured. Like a muggle elven child, with not a care in the world. And the word pretty. That suits me well, doesn't it?" Noah responded with a carefree tone. "If I ever saw you trying to be as skippy as me, I promise you that you would regret ever doing so. I will certainly kedravra you, if you promise to never mention the frollicking to anyone. I can just see first years laughing at me as if I was an elf."

Noah gave an unvolentary shudder. Peple needed to know their places, and this could throw him off his throne as a Malfoy.

[Lyra Newbury]

She had no other response than to laugh, which she did. She was rather grateful that Noah had been here, instead of Rystain. Her mood could have been the exact opposite of what it was now, had Ry taken Noah's place. And she liked the laughing, and the teasing. It was fun. It made her feel good.

[Noah Malfoy]

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Noah wondered out loud. "Not handsome or even cute? Pretty?" He was unsure if this was a compliment, or not. Suddenly, he was listening intently, hoping she wasn't serious. Pretty was not a man's word. He wasn't a lady, or loves, as he called the ones he teased or knew slightly.