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StarShine · 08-18-2013, 09:10 PM

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Originally Posted by Cedric

Exploding lemonade. Frowny face. At a Diagon Alley FESTIVAL no less.

Paulie Foster mumbled something incomprehensible and waited his turn in line. Anyway. He would just get FOOD. No drink. Especially not exploding lemonade. Well.... actually he would get a cup of water because that was free and he was poor. Eventually, it was his turn up at the counter to order, so told the dude that he wanted an avocado and turkey sandwich with a cup of water. But, you know, there were kind of a lot of people there, so he had to stand off to the side and wait for his food.

So it happened to be João who was standing right after Paulie.

The Brazilian had seen brochures of festival when he had come to meet West, and it occured to him a good idea to hang out there until he had to leave for Brazil. He was trying to like the place, see, now that he was going to work in this particular country. Currently though, he was grumpy for the way ahead. It was just too far. Magic or not, it was a lot of effort, and he was ruthlessly questioning his reasons again to come here instead of study for the exams ahead.

He was distracted and paid no attention to people around him. He studied the menu from afar and made a face. There was no alcohol. In fact, there wasn't anything good to eat or drink. His eyes lingered on 'Auror Salad' and he smiled faintly to himself, but he didn't have any apetite at all to honour Aspen. The line moved and the man in front of him ordered his meal. The sound was familiar, but João was still too distracted to pay attention. He got a glass of butterbeer, though he didn't feel like that either, and glanced over the man casually while fishing his wallet.

Then he glanced over him AGAIN to be sure. But here he was. As real as the air they were breathing.

"Paulie Foster," he greeted with an unsure smile on his face. He absent-mindedly paid for the butterbeer and held it, eyes still on Paulie, while he moved out of the line and stepped at the other side of him.

Hmm... he was going to let HIM speak first to determine how he should treat him.

08-18-2013, 09:10 PM	#23 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Quote: Originally Posted by Cedric Exploding lemonade. Frowny face. At a Diagon Alley FESTIVAL no less. Paulie Foster mumbled something incomprehensible and waited his turn in line. Anyway. He would just get FOOD. No drink. Especially not exploding lemonade. Well.... actually he would get a cup of water because that was free and he was poor. Eventually, it was his turn up at the counter to order, so told the dude that he wanted an avocado and turkey sandwich with a cup of water. But, you know, there were kind of a lot of people there, so he had to stand off to the side and wait for his food. So it happened to be João who was standing right after Paulie. The Brazilian had seen brochures of festival when he had come to meet West, and it occured to him a good idea to hang out there until he had to leave for Brazil. He was trying to like the place, see, now that he was going to work in this particular country. Currently though, he was grumpy for the way ahead. It was just too far. Magic or not, it was a lot of effort, and he was ruthlessly questioning his reasons again to come here instead of study for the exams ahead. He was distracted and paid no attention to people around him. He studied the menu from afar and made a face. There was no alcohol. In fact, there wasn't anything good to eat or drink. His eyes lingered on 'Auror Salad' and he smiled faintly to himself, but he didn't have any apetite at all to honour Aspen. The line moved and the man in front of him ordered his meal. The sound was familiar, but João was still too distracted to pay attention. He got a glass of butterbeer, though he didn't feel like that either, and glanced over the man casually while fishing his wallet. Then he glanced over him AGAIN to be sure. But here he was. As real as the air they were breathing. "Paulie Foster," he greeted with an unsure smile on his face. He absent-mindedly paid for the butterbeer and held it, eyes still on Paulie, while he moved out of the line and stepped at the other side of him. Hmm... he was going to let HIM speak first to determine how he should treat him.