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Originally Posted by
GD2204 
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.
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Originally Posted by
Lissy Longbottom
Predictably, Adam had gone his own way shortly after arriving at Diagon Alley. He had too much to do and too many things to buy and his family was just going to slow him down! It was better for everyone if they just let him do things at his own fast pace.
Truthfully he had...already gotten ice cream today. Before he went to get his wand. However, he would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to get ANOTHER scoop because....well, he was an 11 year old in Diagon Alley with minimal supervision. Why NOT get another scoop was the question!
As he walked by the ice cream parlour, his thoughts immediately turned when he heard a very familiar voice nearby. Sure enough, in the outdoor seating he stopped his sister - literally COVERED in ice cream. Grinning, he hopped over the fence into the seating area and walked up to her.
"Hey Ingrid, eat ice cream much?" he teased, unable to help himself. Ok, now that he had gotten that out of the way, he should probably like...actually help her. So he grabbed a whole handful of napkins from the nearby table where the boy was sitting (Koylander) not at all caring that he might be taking them from him.
Barely two spoonfuls into his ice cream. That's how far Lukas had gotten when something hit the leg of his chair which caused him to fall sideways into the seat at the sudden movement. And there the cause was. Literally on the ground at his feet. A girl about his age, maybe a bit younger, ice cream dripping down the front of her shirt.
"You okay?" The question was already out of his mouth before he even moved. Dropping his spoon down into the bowl of ice cream, he pushed his chair back from the table carefully. The motions were done quickly and smoothly without any thought.
"Don't worry about it, we'll get you cleaned up." We as in her and him. He would help since she did fall because of him. Well not him... but his chair. Lukas offered her a light grin and held out his hand to help her to her feet.
Huh? Within the span of him being alone, the girl falling over his chair and him offering her hand up there was someone else joining them. Someone who seemed to know the girl by name. Ingrid. Did he care that the boy took the napkins from his table? Nope. That's what they were there for, to clean up spills.