The Three Broomsticks had a rather warm and lively aura, leaving anyone that left just as bright. It was a cosy place to be, and the favourite hangout of many students like Opal. Having nothing to do after class, the Slytherin student decided to wander into town and found herself sitting in an empty booth with a glass of butterbeer in front of her. It wasn't a horrible thing, no not at all. It was just utterly boring to be here all alone. Of course, it really is her fault. She had told the others that she wanted to go out alone, and this was her punishment. "I look like an absolute, bloody loner." Opal scoffed at herself as she took her first sip of butterbeer. The comforting taste immediately washed away and discomfort she felt currently.
With a soft hum, the pretty girl watched the wizards around her with interest. There was a man with a ridiculously curly and grey beard passed out on a table - probably had too much to drink. So undignified. At the table next to him, there was a young man and woman who seemed very much in love. They held hands and stared deeply into each other's eyes as if there was nothing more important than the other. How cute. Because Opal came from a rather rich family - her father being a very rich pure-blood and her mother coming from a rich muggle family - she had grown up learning to be dignified and reserved, which caused her to harshly judge those around her for acting any differently.
With a sigh, she took another sip of butterbeer, raising a brow when she noticed some people from her school walk in. How wonderful. All Gryffindors. It wasn't that she despised Gryffindors, but they were certainly better than Hufflepuffs. Those hot-headed hormonal teens were just far too loud for her liking, always trying to be the main protagonist and trying to be the best. Opal always thought that they were just gaudy. However, quite adventurous as well - which wasn't always a bad thing.
Going to Hogsmeade was fun. It was nice to get out of the school for a while, even if it wasn't really that far from the school. But it was better than just staying in the grounds all of the time. Ela sometimes wondered how her schooling life would have differed if she hadn't gone to a boarding school. How would being a teenager change if she came home at the end of every day? The way that she had been expecting to because she had found out that she was magical. She would have seen her mother a lot more, and Ela supposed that would be a good thing. She did miss her mum sometimes, but it was also nice to not have her hovering all of the time.
Her friends were all off doing other things with other people, so she decided to go on her own. It wasn't as though she minded being in her own company. She preferred being in the company of other people, because they were fun, but it wasn't like she hated being alone or something.
That said, once she got herself a butterbeer, her eyes scanned around, seeing if there was anyone alone that she could go and chat to. She wasn't quite in the mood to be sitting alone. Spotting a Slytherin girl in her year, she moved over towards her. She was pretty, so maybe that would be fun. Pretty people could be fun.
"Hello," she said with a smile, stopping at the table where the girl was sitting. "Mind if I join you?" Hopefully she would say yes, otherwise Gabriela was going to have to go and find someone else to bother. And that felt something like a waste of time.
While watching the boisterous pack of Gryffindors, Opal noticed that one of them had glanced over at her. This particular one seemed to not really want to be among the others as if none of them were her actual friends. Or maybe they just all happened to decide to go to Hogsmeade at the same time, who knows. Why Opal was spending time thinking about it was a mystery to her. Raising a brow, the Slytherin took a sip of her butterbeer and made eye contact with the lone Gryffindor, wondering whether or not she'd join her. Opal really had no preference of being alone or being in company, she was rather indifferent. Both were fine, but both gave her different images.
Eyes drawn to the familiar girl, Opal watched as she ordered a butterbeer for herself and seemingly searched for a seat. It looked as if the Gryffindor would somehow end up sitting across from Opal, but she couldn't be too certain yet.
With a muffled yawn, her brown eyes watched as the girl finally decided to come and sit with Opal. "Go ahead." She replied, raising a brow and nodding towards the seat. "Though I'm surprised you'd want to sit with me, being a Gryffindor and all." She took another sip of her butterbeer, her eyes fluttering down to the table.
Once she had been given the okay to sit down, Gabriela plopped down in one of the seats. At the mention of the house, she gave a shrug of her shoulders, lip quirking into a smile. She hadn't had an issue fooling about with a Slytherin, she wasn't going to have one simply talking. As long as they weren't an asshole. Verdicts still had to made on that regard. "Hey, no point in judging before you start speaking to a person." If they all just stuck with talking to the people in their houses, they'd miss out on conversing with all sorts of interesting people. And where would the fun in that be? There wouldn't be any. Ela liked her housemates, well, most of them. But it was nice to get some variety in her life.
"Gabriela Lencastre," she returned the introduction. "Or just Ela. It's much less of a mouthful." On the topic of mouthfuls, she took another mouthful of her drink. "So did you get abandoned by your friends, did you abandon them, or do you just not have any?" she questioned. It was a bit of a forthright question, and possibly the slightest bit rude, but she didn't really have that much of a filter in thinking before she spoke.