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sweetpinkpixie · 04-17-2017, 11:25 AM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

People had all kinds of weird traditions, his just happened to be stopping by the sweets store everytime summer rolled around. There was nothing wrong with that, was there?

N O P E.

With one hand in the pocket of his shorts and more ~~cringe-worthy~~ swag than he actually possessed, Phillip headed into the sweets store. He reached out his spare hand to grab a basket, almost instinctively, before heading off towards the shelves themselves. Chocolate frogs? Bertie Botts? Nah, it was all about the crystallised pineapples.

Grabbing a bunch of packets, the sixth year started dumping them into his basket. They were only for him, after all - selective sharing, remember? - so he could relish in the fact that they were going to be his go-to food while he studied for - HA - NEWTS. Frankly, he didn't think he needed to worry about that until NEXT year but if that gave him an excuse to buy extra sweets, then so be it.

And what exactly did they have that was new, eh? A little change wouldn't hurt.

She was not one for sweets. Typically the sweetest thing to pass through her lips came in the form of fresh fruit, so the majority of the confections lining the shelves were foreign to Zinnia as she ran one of her delicate looking hands along it. No real intent on making any sort of purchase, her dark eyes read over the labels - wondering who in Merlin's name thought Cockroach Clusters were a good idea - until they found the Invisible Gum.

Hmm. Intriguing. Alluring.

Removing one of the packs from the display, she turned it over in her hand to read the description when her eyes caught the moment of someone else...loading up his basket with things.

And cannot help but stare.

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