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Originally Posted by Chelliephone She'd been torn on which shop to visit first this particularly Hogsmeade visit, a list of people she needed to find Christmas gifts for hidden in her pocket to be used as a loose itinerary. She'd need to make her way to Honeyduke's at some point, as well as Gladrags and maaaaaybe that styling salon but for now.. the joke shop seemed the most fun to begin at. She was figuring she could pick up the twin's Christmas gifts here, even if gifting prank items might be a danger to herself.
Although then again, if she could remember what she bought, then she knew exactly what to look out for. Perhaps this was actually a genius plan? The petite brunette pushed open the door, careful not to let her baby blue scarf get trapped in the door as it shut behind her, as she instinctively ducked at all of the assortments of goods whizzing around above her head. She was too little to really need to worry about it, but... it was better to be safe than sorry. Grabbing a little shopping back, Ve stepped further inside out of the doorway and just... stared, wide eyed at all the things around and available for purchase. How was she supposed to even know where to start? Dungbombs maybe? No, no she did not want that stench anywhere near her hair. Atlas liked to think that he was above prank items, but that was quite far from reality. The only truth to that statement that there may be was that he preferred more elevated pranking which essentially meant that whatever he may purchases from Zonko's he completely disassembled and used the parts to create entirely new items. Like the combination glitter and dung bomb he had invented to assault Professor Holden's office in the name of justice. As fun as glitter explosions were, especially when dad was on the receiving end, the seventh year was not in the business for that sort of thing today. He was positive that glitter would not be well received by Aries in whatever remote village his brother had himself in now. It wasn't entirely the same thing as one of the items on their bucket list, but it was close enough in Atlas' refined opinion. He just needed to figure out the what and make sure that whatever what he decided on could survive the transport and not draw too much attention since Aries was in a predominantly muggle area last he had heard.
Plus, well, he did need some sort of last hurrah to leave in the Gryffindor common room before he graduated. One last something to cause the portrait of his dad, also in the common room, to lose it - which meant it had to be messy. He needed to do his brainstorming away from Freddie, who it was becoming more and more difficult to think around, and with Remy feeling under the weather...a solo pursuit on the day it was.
Or...was it...
"Well, fancy running into you here," he greeted his pseudo little sister as she literally blocked the doorway. He, unlike his pseudo little sister, did need to fret about all the whirling and zipping going on overhead and had only just managed to dodge some sort of spinning toy or another with a sudden duck. "You coming or going?"
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But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
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