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aRogueOne · 08-13-2020, 10:12 PM

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Originally Posted by Kolyander

Lukas was in a good mood. It was a beautiful early afternoon day to be in Diagon Alley. The weather was warm, the sun was shining and best of all, he was given enough spending coins to get everything on his list for next term and a bit extra. The bit extra was meant for a new book or maybe something to eat or drink should he get hungry. But the twelve year old had plans of his own on what to do with it. All he had to do was watch how much he spent and not buy anything that wasn't on the list.

Besides ice cream. Ice cream didn't count. It was a given. Everybody knew that when he was in DA a trip to Florean's was going to happen. Which is exactly where he ended up after only going to one shop. What? A boy needed his sugar fix.

After waiting in line for what seemed like forever, Lukas finally made his way back outside to the seating area that was just as crowded as the inside of the place. Bright blue-gray eyes scanned the area finding an empty table off to the side. Dropping his backpack onto an empty chair he sat down with his cup of ice cream that he may of may not actually finish.

Mmmm butterbeer, orange marmalade and apple crumble topped with little sparkling crystals that were crushed up pieces of ice mice. Yum!

Ingrid wasn’t in Diagon Alley often. Usually found up north, the wee Scottish lass was usually found talking to customers behind the counter of their shop or with her nose pressed up to the book that she was reading so when she was down in London, walking the streets of Diagon Alley and looking through the windows at all of the amazing things that the wizarding world had to offer, including that of a certain ice cream shop.

She didn’t need Ice cream. And yet, she did [I]need[I/] Ice cream. Really, the logic inside the head of Ingrid Starling Luck would have made sense to very few people and yet, she didn’t mind. Nor did she mind that she was now holding a large strawberry ice cream that she’d just purchased inside of Florean Fortescue’s just moments ago. All she was focused on was the pale pink ice cream that was currently sitting inches from her face in a waffle cone. Everything was going swimmingly…

…until she tripped over the leg of a chair that some boy (Lukas) had just sat in and stumbled, falling onto her ice cream. “Ouch!” she grunted under her breath as she turned onto her side, her eyes falling onto the floral t-shirt she was wearing. “Oh no...Dad’s going to kill me!”, she grumbled as ice cream dripped from her t-shirt onto her hands and the floor.

08-13-2020, 10:12 PM	#135 (permalink)
aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,576 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Chosen (Knott) Slytherin Sixth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Kolyander Lukas was in a good mood. It was a beautiful early afternoon day to be in Diagon Alley. The weather was warm, the sun was shining and best of all, he was given enough spending coins to get everything on his list for next term and a bit extra. The bit extra was meant for a new book or maybe something to eat or drink should he get hungry. But the twelve year old had plans of his own on what to do with it. All he had to do was watch how much he spent and not buy anything that wasn't on the list. Besides ice cream. Ice cream didn't count. It was a given. Everybody knew that when he was in DA a trip to Florean's was going to happen. Which is exactly where he ended up after only going to one shop. What? A boy needed his sugar fix. After waiting in line for what seemed like forever, Lukas finally made his way back outside to the seating area that was just as crowded as the inside of the place. Bright blue-gray eyes scanned the area finding an empty table off to the side. Dropping his backpack onto an empty chair he sat down with his cup of ice cream that he may of may not actually finish. Mmmm butterbeer, orange marmalade and apple crumble topped with little sparkling crystals that were crushed up pieces of ice mice. Yum! Ingrid wasn’t in Diagon Alley often. Usually found up north, the wee Scottish lass was usually found talking to customers behind the counter of their shop or with her nose pressed up to the book that she was reading so when she was down in London, walking the streets of Diagon Alley and looking through the windows at all of the amazing things that the wizarding world had to offer, including that of a certain ice cream shop. She didn’t need Ice cream. And yet, she did [I]need[I/] Ice cream. Really, the logic inside the head of Ingrid Starling Luck would have made sense to very few people and yet, she didn’t mind. Nor did she mind that she was now holding a large strawberry ice cream that she’d just purchased inside of Florean Fortescue’s just moments ago. All she was focused on was the pale pink ice cream that was currently sitting inches from her face in a waffle cone. Everything was going swimmingly… …until she tripped over the leg of a chair that some boy (Lukas) had just sat in and stumbled, falling onto her ice cream. “Ouch!” she grunted under her breath as she turned onto her side, her eyes falling onto the floral t-shirt she was wearing. “Oh no...Dad’s going to kill me!”, she grumbled as ice cream dripped from her t-shirt onto her hands and the floor.