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Need to grab a bite to eat or find a place to rest between attractions? You've come to the right place. Step right up to the food stands and order your favorite treat. Craving salty, sweet, crunchy, or creamy? We have something for you. Feeling a bit daring? Ask the attendant about the Ukrainian Ironbelly special. Finish an entire Ukrainian Ironbelly sundae by yourself in under 20 minutes, it's free!
If rest is what you need, there are ample tables and chairs under the tent to your right. You are welcome to take a seat, chat, and enjoy some people watching.
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Food: 1 Galleon
Hot Dog*
Corn Dog*
Turkey Leg
Hamburger, Turkey Burger, or Veggie Burger*
Pizza by the slice (cheese, pepperoni, supreme, pixie)
Mac and Cheese in a cheese waffle cone
Street Tacos (chicken, beef, or vegetarian)
Batter dipped and fried bacon (3 strips)
Fish and Chips*
Foot high curly Q fries (regular or spicy)
Nachos (loaded, extra cheesy, or hot and spicy)
Dessert: 1 Galleon
Funnel cake (dusted, cherry, chocolate, or dragon breath)
Pumpkin Pasties
Chocolate Frogs
Cockroach Clusters
Fizzing Whizbees
Blood Pops
Cauldron Cakes
Chocolate dipped frozen Cheesecake on a stick
Scoop of Ice cream (name your flavor, we have it)
BY REQUEST ONLY: Ukrainian Ironbelly sundae: 3 Galleons Big enough to share with your friends. If you can finish it on your own, it’s free.
8 scoops of ice cream topped with whipped cream, chocolate sauce, caramel sauce, rainbow sprinkles, and a drizzle of our flaming hot habanero raspberry sauce.
Drinks: 10 Sickles
Pumpkin Juice
Fizzing Lemonade
Thestral Coffee (regular and decaf)
Butterbeer
Hot Chocolate
*ketchup, mustard, relish, and tartar sauce available upon request
Damien hadn't been back to the Alley in sometime but the promise of carnival food and Maxie's big cruppy eyes were enough to lure the young man from his homestead in the states and into the streets his heart knew so very well. It was not much different aside from the carnival goings on, and with each remembered sound and sight his heart throbbed bittersweetly. O, misspent youth. o, long gone days. In his old age of 27 he regretted none of it.. Save perhaps for one.. itty bitty.. tiny little... thing.
But he hadn't brought his little brother to Diagon Alley to waste their precious time on regret, no, he'd brought Maxie here for turkey legs, corn dogs, cheeseburgers, mac and cheese (in a cheese waffle cone!?!), spicy nachos, spicy funnel cake, chocolate dipped cheesecake and an unholy amount of butterbeer and by the Gods he would have it all.
Maxie, for his part, did not take his big brother's hand for Damien's odd sighs and wistful eyes were making the young boy uneasy. He had been feeling excited all morning, the prospect of food and the petting zoo being just enough to squash his feelings of AnXiETy surrounding the alley and all that long stretch of street represented and.. now? Well now it was only guilt rolling around in his small and empty belly. Damien hadn't been back in England properly since the marriage announcement of his friend Zander and that woman looked more pixie than witch, and maybe, well, maybe he hated England now. Maybe Damien hated the alley and Maxie had been mean and stupid to ask along his big brother and maybe he should just grab Damien's sleeve and ask to go home rather than stay another minute. But Damien, taking Maxie's refusal of his hand for a desire to be seen as independent had strolled on ahead with a sneaking smile and a jangling pocket, unaware of Maxie's turmoil.
And turmoil it was. The very tall, angular looking boy seemed to flail on the spot without actually moving at all. His large water-colored eyes moving sheepishly from the tall, seemingly confident form of his elder brother to the line the young man had joined and then back again. The window had closed.
"Hey sport, why don't you run and grab us a couple of drinks while I grab the food." Damien called out, flicking his thumb and sending a galleon the littler Anderson-Belfort's way. Maxie jumped, his long fingers wiggling, nearly tripping over the laces of his yeezy 700's as he tried to catch the flying galleon, unaware of the simple charm Damien had placed on the singular gold piece - a terribly handy little homing spell - which sent it gently into the boy's outstretched palm. Maxie breathed out in relief, and triumphantly he raised his eyes to catch Damien's, a brilliant, but unsure smile dashing across his face.
"A-Alright." Maxie called back, stuffing the coin into his jean pocket and rushing off for the butterbeer stand. His worries were not wholly forgotten, but for the moment abated and that was all Damien could hope for.
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Damien hadn't been back to the Alley in sometime but the promise of carnival food and Maxie's big cruppy eyes were enough to lure the young man from his homestead in the states and into the streets his heart knew so very well. It was not much different aside from the carnival goings on, and with each remembered sound and sight his heart throbbed bittersweetly. O, misspent youth. o, long gone days. In his old age of 27 he regretted none of it.. Save perhaps for one.. itty bitty.. tiny little... thing.
But he hadn't brought his little brother to Diagon Alley to waste their precious time on regret, no, he'd brought Maxie here for turkey legs, corn dogs, cheeseburgers, mac and cheese (in a cheese waffle cone!?!), spicy nachos, spicy funnel cake, chocolate dipped cheesecake and an unholy amount of butterbeer and by the Gods he would have it all.
Maxie, for his part, did not take his big brother's hand for Damien's odd sighs and wistful eyes were making the young boy uneasy. He had been feeling excited all morning, the prospect of food and the petting zoo being just enough to squash his feelings of AnXiETy surrounding the alley and all that long stretch of street represented and.. now? Well now it was only guilt rolling around in his small and empty belly. Damien hadn't been back in England properly since the marriage announcement of his friend Zander and that woman looked more pixie than witch, and maybe, well, maybe he hated England now. Maybe Damien hated the alley and Maxie had been mean and stupid to ask along his big brother and maybe he should just grab Damien's sleeve and ask to go home rather than stay another minute. But Damien, taking Maxie's refusal of his hand for a desire to be seen as independent had strolled on ahead with a sneaking smile and a jangling pocket, unaware of Maxie's turmoil.
And turmoil it was. The very tall, angular looking boy seemed to flail on the spot without actually moving at all. His large water-colored eyes moving sheepishly from the tall, seemingly confident form of his elder brother to the line the young man had joined and then back again. The window had closed.
"Hey sport, why don't you run and grab us a couple of drinks while I grab the food." Damien called out, flicking his thumb and sending a galleon the littler Anderson-Belfort's way. Maxie jumped, his long fingers wiggling, nearly tripping over the laces of his yeezy 700's as he tried to catch the flying galleon, unaware of the simple charm Damien had placed on the singular gold piece - a terribly handy little homing spell - which sent it gently into the boy's outstretched palm. Maxie breathed out in relief, and triumphantly he raised his eyes to catch Damien's, a brilliant, but unsure smile dashing across his face.
"A-Alright." Maxie called back, stuffing the coin into his jean pocket and rushing off for the butterbeer stand. His worries were not wholly forgotten, but for the moment abated and that was all Damien could hope for.
Not gonna lie, Zander didn't even know there'd be a carnival in Diagon Alley. To be fair, between work and the last of his uni classes, he didn't really have time to check the Prophet. Or his phone, actually. Really it's a wonder that he was surviving at all, seeing as he just rolled out of bed unprepared for everything and everything these days. The only thing he actually kept tabs on were the weird 'international holiday's' so that he could roll up to work with whatever festive tie the day called for. His kiddo loved that. Last week it had bees.
I digress, however. Because today he was in Diagon Alley to buy some quills and the smell of carnival food was far too enticing to ignore. So naturally, he wandered over to get a pitcher of butterbeer (a man's gotta live a little) when he saw, "MAXIE?!" he exclaimed in ABSOLUTE delight, before remembering that the boy was always teetering on the edge of, well, everything and quickly amended the outburst by adopting a more subtle demeanor.
"... You didn't come by yourself did you?" This was his worried voice. The kid was just, well, A CHILD. And carnivals were no place for children (to be on their own). And Maxie was basically like Zander's adopted grandchild or kid or brother or something. So this was just, yeaAH. Change of plans. Zander was babysitting today, apparently. And you know what? He didn't even mind!
"TWO pitchers of butterbeer, please!" What? Maxie was going to Hogwarts soon. This called for celebratory questionable drinks. And Zander was the ~cool~ friend, y'know? He had a reputation to uphold. "You wanna get a balloon?"
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Damien hadn't been back to the Alley in sometime but the promise of carnival food and Maxie's big cruppy eyes were enough to lure the young man from his homestead in the states and into the streets his heart knew so very well. It was not much different aside from the carnival goings on, and with each remembered sound and sight his heart throbbed bittersweetly. O, misspent youth. o, long gone days. In his old age of 27 he regretted none of it.. Save perhaps for one.. itty bitty.. tiny little... thing.
But he hadn't brought his little brother to Diagon Alley to waste their precious time on regret, no, he'd brought Maxie here for turkey legs, corn dogs, cheeseburgers, mac and cheese (in a cheese waffle cone!?!), spicy nachos, spicy funnel cake, chocolate dipped cheesecake and an unholy amount of butterbeer and by the Gods he would have it all.
Maxie, for his part, did not take his big brother's hand for Damien's odd sighs and wistful eyes were making the young boy uneasy. He had been feeling excited all morning, the prospect of food and the petting zoo being just enough to squash his feelings of AnXiETy surrounding the alley and all that long stretch of street represented and.. now? Well now it was only guilt rolling around in his small and empty belly. Damien hadn't been back in England properly since the marriage announcement of his friend Zander and that woman looked more pixie than witch, and maybe, well, maybe he hated England now. Maybe Damien hated the alley and Maxie had been mean and stupid to ask along his big brother and maybe he should just grab Damien's sleeve and ask to go home rather than stay another minute. But Damien, taking Maxie's refusal of his hand for a desire to be seen as independent had strolled on ahead with a sneaking smile and a jangling pocket, unaware of Maxie's turmoil.
And turmoil it was. The very tall, angular looking boy seemed to flail on the spot without actually moving at all. His large water-colored eyes moving sheepishly from the tall, seemingly confident form of his elder brother to the line the young man had joined and then back again. The window had closed.
"Hey sport, why don't you run and grab us a couple of drinks while I grab the food." Damien called out, flicking his thumb and sending a galleon the littler Anderson-Belfort's way. Maxie jumped, his long fingers wiggling, nearly tripping over the laces of his yeezy 700's as he tried to catch the flying galleon, unaware of the simple charm Damien had placed on the singular gold piece - a terribly handy little homing spell - which sent it gently into the boy's outstretched palm. Maxie breathed out in relief, and triumphantly he raised his eyes to catch Damien's, a brilliant, but unsure smile dashing across his face.
"A-Alright." Maxie called back, stuffing the coin into his jean pocket and rushing off for the butterbeer stand. His worries were not wholly forgotten, but for the moment abated and that was all Damien could hope for.
Józef dodged past the balloon man because balloon animals were lame-o and for BABIES and he was neither. Resident Gryffindor Cool Guy coming through here and going towards the...... Mirror?
Was that a mirror? A mirror that changed your clothes and behaviour and height?
And then it hit him! It was the guy from the music store last year. Had he ever got his name? Jó couldn't remember but then it didn't really matter because he was HERE. AGAIN.
"HEY. KID."
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Mr. Balloons was here and ready to make the dreams of the little ones come true. "Whatta you thinkin' of, little lady? A unicorn with a snakes head? HERE! And for you, young man? A pirate ship with legs? EASY!" Whatever you wanted.. he could do.
And HERE was your chance.
Step right up, step right up.
"BALLOONS!"
....and with that Siobhán had run over to the food stands, beaming at the balloon man. Her dad, used to her running first and thinking later, followed a short distance behind her. Years of experience had taught him that while she was quite impulsive, she was also able to take care of herself. She would have to, too, what with her going off to Hogwarts.
That was going to be....unusual to say the least.
Back with the balloon man, Siobhán eyed the balloons curiously. "A pirate ship with legs?!" That sounded interesting, didn't it? Why would it have legs???? Could it walk? Did it have hands? Actually..."Where are the pirate ship's hands?" Hands were more useful than legs, right?
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Never had been to a carnival before, not even a wizarding one, Ansel HAD to go. And, of course, he managed to persuade his boyfriend to tag along. It hadnt been easy because Indigo was definitely not a fan of crowds. Luckily, Ansel could be very charming when needed to be.
Currently, he was waiting on his boyfriend by the refreshment stand. The fifteen year old was eyeing the Ukrainian Ironbelly and daring himself to try it. It sounded... spicy probably? He went to order one, curiosity getting the better of him.
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No day at a carnival would be complete without food. When Juni and Slate were together there always had to be food, at some in the day. But really who didn’t like carnival food, funnel cakes, Nachos, you know all of that good geasy, sugary food that was available at a thing like this.
Heading over to the food stands, she stopped in front of the menu to try to figure out what to order. Because it could easily turn into a let’s order one of everything situation. ”What do you you want?” Mostly she would just let Slate order the food and just share whatever he got with him.
Also she wanted a balloon animal. Yes she sees you there with the balloons.
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Not gonna lie, Zander didn't even know there'd be a carnival in Diagon Alley. To be fair, between work and the last of his uni classes, he didn't really have time to check the Prophet. Or his phone, actually. Really it's a wonder that he was surviving at all, seeing as he just rolled out of bed unprepared for everything and everything these days. The only thing he actually kept tabs on were the weird 'international holiday's' so that he could roll up to work with whatever festive tie the day called for. His kiddo loved that. Last week it had bees.
I digress, however. Because today he was in Diagon Alley to buy some quills and the smell of carnival food was far too enticing to ignore. So naturally, he wandered over to get a pitcher of butterbeer (a man's gotta live a little) when he saw, "MAXIE?!" he exclaimed in ABSOLUTE delight, before remembering that the boy was always teetering on the edge of, well, everything and quickly amended the outburst by adopting a more subtle demeanor.
"... You didn't come by yourself did you?" This was his worried voice. The kid was just, well, A CHILD. And carnivals were no place for children (to be on their own). And Maxie was basically like Zander's adopted grandchild or kid or brother or something. So this was just, yeaAH. Change of plans. Zander was babysitting today, apparently. And you know what? He didn't even mind!
"TWO pitchers of butterbeer, please!" What? Maxie was going to Hogwarts soon. This called for celebratory questionable drinks. And Zander was the ~cool~ friend, y'know? He had a reputation to uphold. "You wanna get a balloon?"
'You wanna get a balloon?'
Oh, music to his ears and so he headed right on over.
"Whatt'ya want? Give y'a deal?" What kind of deal, you ask? The BIG deal.
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"BALLOONS!"
....and with that Siobhán had run over to the food stands, beaming at the balloon man. Her dad, used to her running first and thinking later, followed a short distance behind her. Years of experience had taught him that while she was quite impulsive, she was also able to take care of herself. She would have to, too, what with her going off to Hogwarts.
That was going to be....unusual to say the least.
Back with the balloon man, Siobhán eyed the balloons curiously. "A pirate ship with legs?!" That sounded interesting, didn't it? Why would it have legs???? Could it walk? Did it have hands? Actually..."Where are the pirate ship's hands?" Hands were more useful than legs, right?
Mr. Balloons laughed a hearty laugh and rubbed a blown balloon against the girls hair. "Darling, y'want hands? I give ya hands!" He could. He would.
"Whatt'll it be?"
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No day at a carnival would be complete without food. When Juni and Slate were together there always had to be food, at some in the day. But really who didn’t like carnival food, funnel cakes, Nachos, you know all of that good geasy, sugary food that was available at a thing like this.
Heading over to the food stands, she stopped in front of the menu to try to figure out what to order. Because it could easily turn into a let’s order one of everything situation. ”What do you you want?” Mostly she would just let Slate order the food and just share whatever he got with him.
Also she wanted a balloon animal. Yes she sees you there with the balloons.
Mr. Balloons knew when a girlie wanted a balloon. And that girlie was a girlie that wanted a balloon. With a wave of his hand and a laugh from his gut, he was beside her and her friend.
"Ya girlie wants a balloon. Whatta y'want, girlie?"
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Never had been to a carnival before, not even a wizarding one, Ansel HAD to go. And, of course, he managed to persuade his boyfriend to tag along. It hadnt been easy because Indigo was definitely not a fan of crowds. Luckily, Ansel could be very charming when needed to be.
Currently, he was waiting on his boyfriend by the refreshment stand. The fifteen year old was eyeing the Ukrainian Ironbelly and daring himself to try it. It sounded... spicy probably? He went to order one, curiosity getting the better of him.
This was not the sort of place that Indigo would have chosen to go on his own. For one, there were just so many people around. Indigo did not do crowds. He also wasn't sure about this whole...carnival thing. It wasn't really his scene. Not that he'd ever been to a carnival before. He probably wouldn't have even if he'd had a chance. But there he was, and only because Ansel had invited him. He would do it, for Ansel.
But why hadn't they just come together? This part was the worst. Arriving by himself and having to search through the crowd to find his boyfriend. They had agreed to meet by the food, but it still took him a bit to find the right place and then finally spot him. Indigo hurried over and gave his boyfriend a small smile as he arrived at his side. "Hey."
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This was not the sort of place that Indigo would have chosen to go on his own. For one, there were just so many people around. Indigo did not do crowds. He also wasn't sure about this whole...carnival thing. It wasn't really his scene. Not that he'd ever been to a carnival before. He probably wouldn't have even if he'd had a chance. But there he was, and only because Ansel had invited him. He would do it, for Ansel.
But why hadn't they just come together? This part was the worst. Arriving by himself and having to search through the crowd to find his boyfriend. They had agreed to meet by the food, but it still took him a bit to find the right place and then finally spot him. Indigo hurried over and gave his boyfriend a small smile as he arrived at his side. "Hey."
Ansel was inches away from trying that Ironbelly. Inches. It was heading to his mouth when he caught sight of his boyfriend and suddenly, the Ironbelly wasn’t important anymore. He put the Ironbelly down and then slipped his hand into his and gave it a squeeze. Of course he was going to check on him first and foremost. “How are you doing? This okay?” He asked knowing that the crowds were probably giving him anxiety. “We don’t have to stay long. Maybe ride some rides, eat some food, and then we can head out. What do you think?”
Ansel looked around the carnival. “ive never been to one of these. Have you?” Not even as a kid did he go to one. “Always wanted to but moms seemed to be busy when one came to town. I have a feeling that they just didn’t want me to go to one.” Though he wasn’t quite sure why. They seemed pleasant enough.
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The noises echo through the food area. *clink* *thunk* Slowly a new sound joins your ears as a twangy harmonica noise fills the air with a stringed instrument sound. If you turn your head away from the food stands you'll notice Bert, the one man band.
Strapped to his ankles are little symbols making a clink noise with every step he takes. If you listen carefully there is a slight hee-haw of an accordion hanging off his shoulder. The thunk comes when he raises his right leg where the drum on his back beats. A harmonica hangs from his neck, and a guitar is in his hands.
There were people here. Today, the man named himself Zak Dazzledew. Having spent all of his money, down to the last leprechaun gold and wizarding knuts, it was time to make some more. He walked around the food stands where people were spending a whole lotta money on food. There were the balloon men and the one man band and they got to make money. Zak didn't have a good job like that, no he didn't.
As he walked past the balloon man Zak put on a pair of sunglasses and with a swing of his arm he slid one of the balloons form the man's stash, ready to make something real fun to sell.
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Ansel was inches away from trying that Ironbelly. Inches. It was heading to his mouth when he caught sight of his boyfriend and suddenly, the Ironbelly wasn’t important anymore. He put the Ironbelly down and then slipped his hand into his and gave it a squeeze. Of course he was going to check on him first and foremost. “How are you doing? This okay?” He asked knowing that the crowds were probably giving him anxiety. “We don’t have to stay long. Maybe ride some rides, eat some food, and then we can head out. What do you think?”
Ansel looked around the carnival. “ive never been to one of these. Have you?” Not even as a kid did he go to one. “Always wanted to but moms seemed to be busy when one came to town. I have a feeling that they just didn’t want me to go to one.” Though he wasn’t quite sure why. They seemed pleasant enough.
See? His boyfriend knew him so well. Ansel knew that he didn't like crowds, and knew that being in this place was going to make him uncomfortable. Indigo appreciated that he recognized that. And that he was looking out for him. "It's okay," he said, and he wasn't lying. It was fine now. Now that he was with Ansel. Because Ansel made him feel much more comfortable than he would here on his own. So he could manage being here for a bit, but still hopefully not too long. So he nodded. "Yeah, that sounds fine."
Indigo shook his head. "No. I haven't." There'd never been a magical carnival like this back home. And he and Violet had never gone to a muggle one. He'd seen them from afar, but hadn't visited one. Mostly because most carnivals charged an entrance fee, and spare money they had growing up wasn't going to go toward a carnival. He let his gaze wander toward the menu. He was a bit hungry. "What did you get?" Indigo eyes his boyfriend's chosen food a bit suspiciously.
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry
No day at a carnival would be complete without food. When Juni and Slate were together there always had to be food, at some in the day. But really who didn’t like carnival food, funnel cakes, Nachos, you know all of that good geasy, sugary food that was available at a thing like this.
Heading over to the food stands, she stopped in front of the menu to try to figure out what to order. Because it could easily turn into a let’s order one of everything situation. ”What do you you want?” Mostly she would just let Slate order the food and just share whatever he got with him.
Also she wanted a balloon animal. Yes she sees you there with the balloons.
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Mr. Balloons knew when a girlie wanted a balloon. And that girlie was a girlie that wanted a balloon. With a wave of his hand and a laugh from his gut, he was beside her and her friend.
"Ya girlie wants a balloon. Whatta y'want, girlie?"
"One of everything." Slate said simply. There was no exaggeration either. He. Wanted. To. Try. Everything. The boy did love food after all. This was not a secret. He appreciated how well Juni dealt with it.
He glanced over when a balloon animal guy came by. He looked between him and Juni. "Her name is Juni." he offered. It made him uncomfortable to hear someone refer to the amazing person, that also happened to be his girlfriend, by something so mundane and basic as "girlie."
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Damien had spotted Zander Adair almost immediately. It was hard not to, his former roommate and current very best friend seemed to attract attention even when his was (as he currently appeared to be) minding his own business. the Gryffindor allowed himself a small, secret smile as the blonde husband of Sophie Brown jumped to Maxie’s side with an exclamation so loud Damien was certain it could be heard across the alley. Amused, and a tinge curious, the elder Anderson-Belfort kept his place in line and an eye out for two of the boys who made his mad little world a hell of a lot warmer.
‘Sides, he was real close to getting his food and there was no way he was gonna abandon it.
Maxie, for his part, had been quietly counting to three hundred (he was at 124) when a shape taller and broader than himself blocked out the sun’s rays and shouted out -- his name? The boy jumped practically two feet, his dazed eyes working double time to catch up with his other senses. “Z-Z-z… “ He began, but did not finish. Maxie had never gotten the hang of what to call Zander Adair despite the fact that the man was treated like family by almost everyone back home. “H-H-Hi. Hello.” the eleven-year-old made a conscious decision to unclench his fists but they didn’t exactly listen.
He’d try that again in a second or two, maybe. Zander was familiar, and familiar was good. Familiar was comfort and one could never be too comfortable and now- maybe Damien would be less sad and miserable about having to come along, Maybe Zander was just what Maxie had been wishing for. Almost immediately his shoulders, previously tighter than the spin of a sneak-o-scope, slumped and his concerned features lit up with true and honest warmth. “No. Damien’s brought me. W-we’re getting f-food.” Well, it wasn’t all they were getting today, surely, but food was the more important bit.
“Um, actually… I-i was… I’m supposed to get the butterbeer.” Maxie fished in his pocket and pulled out the galleon Damien had thrown him earlier, he held it up high so the light made it shine. Proof. He wanted to pay, that’s what the galleon was for, and the part of the plan Damien had entrusted him with and it felt.. A bit.. Wrong to go back with Zander having paid and not him. Balloons, no, no. Maxie shook his head, his eyes glancing for exactly two seconds at Mr. Balloons in abject terror before hurrying back to Zander’s reassuring face. It was a very firm no.
…… HEY KID.
Maxie heard him.
Maxie saw him.
Maxie absolutely and completely turned away and ignore him. It was that boy again. The one who’d tried to drag him off last summer muttering gibberish. The youngest Anderson-Belfort had believed Zander an omen for good - did that make this mental kid the opposite? Resolute, Maxie grabbed Zander’s hand and dragged the grown man as far from the kid as he could. No. No. No thank you. No.
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Amelia was all too happy to oblige to accompany Carsyn and her SHINING ANGEL OF HUMAN that was her grandson. See it wasn't that she didn't trust Carsyn or her sister but they were tweens. Amelia understood that their priorities would be a hundred percent different from hers and if they saw an activity or friend, no matter how much they adored Apollo, they'd likely abandon him recklessly for their own needs and wants. So she was here at the food stands because what better place to bond with the grandson than over food, casually reflecting over the last time this Carnival was in town, Chloe was just a bit older than her son. Time flew, truly. "Guess next time its in town you'll be graduated," Mia mused at the toddler who's tiny fingers were wrapped around two of her fingers. "So what you want to eat, A?" was he on that same vegetarian diet that Chloe was on for a decade? Honestly Mia had hoped it was just a phase and yet apparently not. Looking up at the menu, the former Hufflepuff's first thought was to feed him sugar in a funnel cake cause spoiling the grandson was what grandparents were supposed to do... and then she saw it. "Mac and cheese waffle cone sounds good," she mused again, about to order but it seemed the young boy had other interests...
Clutching at his grandma's fingers with one and his other hand, his thumb in his mouth, Apollo was just waddling alongside her. His attention EVERYWHERE at the sights and sounds and smells. And then he spotted it. "...'loon" he removed his thumb from his mouth to point at the balloon man. Cause what four year old didn't want a balloon? Not this one!
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Melody had been to Diagon Alley a few times. A very times. She wasn't very impressed. It all looked like it needed a good splash of paint. Did nobody around here have any money? Obviously not. But she had a list of things that she needed for this new school she was going too, and apparently this was the place to get them from. At least she already had a wand, so she wasn't having to queue up for that. Hopefully she could get everything else today, so that she didn't have to come back here. She really did not like this place at all. It was even worse on this particular day. As if the crowded place wasn't bad enough, there was a carnival on top. Melody rolled her eyes as she wandered around. Rides didn't take her fancy. They were boring. But food. She was down to get some food.
The brunette wandered up to the food stand, and looked up at the menu. Now she just had to decide what to have. Hmm. Such choice.
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See? His boyfriend knew him so well. Ansel knew that he didn't like crowds, and knew that being in this place was going to make him uncomfortable. Indigo appreciated that he recognized that. And that he was looking out for him. "It's okay," he said, and he wasn't lying. It was fine now. Now that he was with Ansel. Because Ansel made him feel much more comfortable than he would here on his own. So he could manage being here for a bit, but still hopefully not too long. So he nodded. "Yeah, that sounds fine."
Indigo shook his head. "No. I haven't." There'd never been a magical carnival like this back home. And he and Violet had never gone to a muggle one. He'd seen them from afar, but hadn't visited one. Mostly because most carnivals charged an entrance fee, and spare money they had growing up wasn't going to go toward a carnival. He let his gaze wander toward the menu. He was a bit hungry. "What did you get?" Indigo eyes his boyfriend's chosen food a bit suspiciously.
Ansel's blue eyes searched Indigo's green ones to make sure he was telling him the truth. Deciding that he was, Ansel lightened up with a broad smile and gave his hand a squeeze. "I have.. Its called ... U-" Excpet he was cut off by loud noises. Ansel's attention was immediately navigated to the noise as he watched the one man band. His broad smile stretched larger across his face as his eyes lit up. Now wasn't that maginficent!?! He gave Indigo a quick glance before searching in his pockets for some money. "Want to do a request?" he asked while pulling out a couple galleons. "My treat."
It was a good thing that neither of them had never been to one. Something they could expierence together. Ansel looked back at the one man band. "Excuse me! Excuse me! Can we make a request??" He asked, calling the one man band over. If Indigo didnt have any ideas, surely he did.
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Of course with Stefan by her side one of their very first stops at the carnival would have to be a food stand. Rylee didn't even need to ask the boyfriend if he was hungry as she lead him straight through the crowd, her hand gripping his just a little more firmly as she made her way around people.
Past the one man band... who she had to admit was seriously good! The guy got a wide friendly smile from the still slightly short ginger girl. Ooooh! Balloons! She might be fourteen but balloon creatures still caught her eye. Don't go anywhere Mr. Balloon man dude cause she would be back! Hopefully he knew how to make a unicorn or maybe a fox?
Right now though... "Stef? Can you see if they had frappes?" Rylee cast a quick look to the side at Stefan her fingers lightly squeezing his. With all the people around she was having a little bit of trouble seeing the drinks that were listed on the menu. As for food... well she might just got with a cheeseburger.
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Ansel's blue eyes searched Indigo's green ones to make sure he was telling him the truth. Deciding that he was, Ansel lightened up with a broad smile and gave his hand a squeeze. "I have.. Its called ... U-" Excpet he was cut off by loud noises. Ansel's attention was immediately navigated to the noise as he watched the one man band. His broad smile stretched larger across his face as his eyes lit up. Now wasn't that maginficent!?! He gave Indigo a quick glance before searching in his pockets for some money. "Want to do a request?" he asked while pulling out a couple galleons. "My treat."
It was a good thing that neither of them had never been to one. Something they could expierence together. Ansel looked back at the one man band. "Excuse me! Excuse me! Can we make a request??" He asked, calling the one man band over. If Indigo didnt have any ideas, surely he did.
Indigo was still thinking about the food, and all the options. Many of them seemed pretty weird. To be honest, he was kind of thinking about that mac and cheese in a cone thing. But it seemed that Ansel was getting distracted by a weird man with a lot of instruments. "Uh, not really." Interacting with somebody else? A stranger? No thank you. But Ansel was already pulling out money and calling to the man so... Indigo would just have to roll with it. He glanced over, and then at the food cart. Why couldn't he just eat?
Of course with Stefan by her side one of their very first stops at the carnival would have to be a food stand. Rylee didn't even need to ask the boyfriend if he was hungry as she lead him straight through the crowd, her hand gripping his just a little more firmly as she made her way around people.
Past the one man band... who she had to admit was seriously good! The guy got a wide friendly smile from the still slightly short ginger girl. Ooooh! Balloons! She might be fourteen but balloon creatures still caught her eye. Don't go anywhere Mr. Balloon man dude cause she would be back! Hopefully he knew how to make a unicorn or maybe a fox?
Right now though... "Stef? Can you see if they had frappes?" Rylee cast a quick look to the side at Stefan her fingers lightly squeezing his. With all the people around she was having a little bit of trouble seeing the drinks that were listed on the menu. As for food... well she might just got with a cheeseburger.
Stefan’s stomach was starting to make embarrassingly low grumbling noises as soon as they arrived at the carnival. He hadn’t had anything to eat earlier because he woke up late this morning. Typical Stefan on a summer’s break.
“Look at all this crowd, Lee. Do you think the waiting queue for the rides will be long?” he asked her. For those who knew him well enough… long queue equals to grumpy Stefan on an empty stomach! Good thing Rylee had great sense taking him to where they needed to be and that was the food stands! Yes, one of his favourite destinations of all time.
He noticed Rylee’s eyes were fixated on the balloons. Stefan made a mental note to buy her one once their carnival date was coming to an end. Still keeping his girlfriend…yes GIRLFRIEND’s hand clasped tightly in his, he walked over to one of the stands selling assorted food and drinks.
“Hold on, let’s see…” He browsed at the drink’s menu. “Ah, yes they do sell frappes. What do you like, Lee? I’ll order them for you.” He would definitely get himself some cheesy french-fries to share with her.
Zara silently walked towards the rest area carrying an odd looking basket. After finding a little spot, away from the business, she sat the basket down and lifted the lid. The heads of three cobras popped up and the snakes started to slither out of their container.
A faint hissing sound could be heard coming from Zara, if you were brave enough to stand close to her. Her arms moved in flowing motions to the left, then right, as her words and gestures urged the snakes to remain in the area before her.
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Rylee shrugged her shoulders a little bit in reply to Stefan. "I don't know... maybe? But that's why we're getting something to munch on first." That way even if they get bored with waiting in line... which they wouldn't cause she was Rylee and she would find something to do while waiting... they at least wouldn't have to be hungry. "I wonder what type of rides they even have here... do you think there's a coaster?!" That would be epic. From the top of a roller coaster they could see all of the carnival!
This place was sooooo hectic it was a little hard to focus on just one thing. Her mind was running a million miles a second, the sounds, smells, lights and people. It was overwhelming and if she hadn't learned to somewhat control her urges to wander off towards anything shiny and interesting she would have been long gone. Good thing she was still holding onto Stefan's hand rather tightly to remind herself not to disappear on him.
While standing in line though she pretty much took notice to everything! "There's games and a petting zoo! Where going to stop there too, right?" There was a near pleading look in her blue eyes as she fixed her gaze on the boy at her side. Pleeeeease! She had to go see the creatures!
Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah. Right. They were getting food. With a little bit of effort she pulled her thoughts together and turned back to Stefan. "Uhhh... Do you want to share a frappe or fizzing lemonade with me?" Look at her offering to share a frappe! And as for food... "Split a cheeseburger? Oh, they have chocolate frogs and blood pops, Stef!" Rylee cast him a look, a small smirk playing across her lips.
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First and foremost, Drewett Slinkhard was not a fan of crowds. At all. He disliked how suffocating such places could get, and Diagon Alley was already notorious for its crowds especially during the summer to accommodate the school-aged visitors. However, if anything, he had learned that this Worple and Warmsley Moving Carnival last visited the alley twenty-two years ago. It felt like a once-in-a-lifetime moment... in one way or another. Nevertheless, that was what struck the Ravenclaw's attention and he had found himself drawn to the many booths and activities of the carnival.
He wasn't going to regret this, was he? He hoped not.
Drew had to give it to the organisers of the event. They did have quite the rides and attractions, and the fourteen-year-old found himself intrigued by the concept of the carnival too. Creatures. As long as they weren't the biting kind, Drew figured he would be able to tolerate them. But first things first. He wandered off to the food stands to see if anything could tickle his fancy.
......Which was definitely not the cockroach clusters. They had those in Sugarplum's, by the way. And either way, he wasn't buy those for a galleon's worth. No, thank you.
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