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ArianaBlack · 12-17-2018, 09:28 PM

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Originally Posted by nicole black

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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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod DMLE & DMT Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,672 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin First Year Ministry RPG Name: Tomasz Łaska Law Enforcement x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black 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?" __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon**!