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Felixir · 12-22-2023, 11:25 PM

SPOILER!!: Etta

For the past he-didn't-even-know-how-long, Yves had been in the kind of 'want to do everything' mood that often got him in trouble. At Stemp House, this meant a lot of wandering aimlessly but energetically between rooms and hassling the staff for a trip to Diagon Alley. More often than not, he found his wish granted, or at least found that there was already a trip he could tag along with. It wasn't until today, when he'd been asked directly by one of the care workers how it could be that he didn't have all his supplies yet, with all his trips to London, that Yves remembered he had any supplies to get at all.

So, even though the quill and ink shop was not the first place he'd have directed himself to, Yves headed that way - mostly because today's chaperone had literally turned him and nudged him in this direction. After he got new ink, though, he'd be off to do whatever happened to take his fancy.

Yves was barely inside the shop, however, when his attention was diverted by someone speaking. Quietly, but definitely speaking, and apparently to no one. He recognised the speaker from school; they'd been sorted in the same batch, and into the same house, though this girl was in the year below him. A dorm mate of Phoebe, then.

Taking the quiet mutterings as his cue, Yves approached and followed the girl towards the huge array of ink bottles lined up on the shelves, where he stood beside her.

"Colour-changing ink, yes, that one would be fun," he said at once in his thick French accent, smiling wide and pointing at the ink in question. Not that she'd asked him anything, or said anything he'd might have been responding to. He'd just seen the expression of 'deep thought' and made his assumptions about what she could be deliberating over, and promptly dispensed with any and all context. "Or scented, though I am guessing it depends on the scent, no?"

Oh yes, and: "Hello!"

12-22-2023, 11:25 PM	#51 (permalink)
Felixir Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Abraham Orlando Botros-Giordano Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kolya Kaiser Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Dragomirov Petrov Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Typhon Ulysses Prince Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Alexander Zacharias Ravenclaw Seventh Year x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: Etta Quote: Originally Posted by Bumblebee With her list of school supplies neatly tucked in her purse, the youngling made her way to the Scribbulus shop. Etta smiled and her eyes scanned the shop in complete awe. Diagon Alley never ceased to surprise her or perhaps this go-around life wasn’t so complicated as last year. With the tinkle of the bells Etta made her through the shelves. There was so much to see and so much she wanted to buy! In no means was she affluent, but her big sister did give her a hefty allowance for her school shopping (her sister was not far, surely keeping a close eye on the young Slytherin). Etta’s first stop was with the quills! “Do I want a standard quill or one of these fancy ones?” Etta had a habit of expressing herself out loud, albeit in a quiet voice without noticing it sometimes. ”Spell-checking quills? Ooooh! That would really come in handy.” She most definitely needed this in her arsenal. ”You’re coming home with me.” The youngling excitedly pointed out before heading to the next shelf. Moving to the inks, there were so many to choose from! Oh my goodness where to start?! Glow in the dark ink! M’what?! Mind blown. Disappearing and scented inks? Would these be practical? M’yes! Besides getting the standard ink, Etta would splurge a little and take one of the cooler ones (in her opinion). The real would be, which one? With her index finger lightly tapping her chin, Etta’s eyebrows furrowed. Deep in thought. For the past he-didn't-even-know-how-long, Yves had been in the kind of 'want to do everything' mood that often got him in trouble. At Stemp House, this meant a lot of wandering aimlessly but energetically between rooms and hassling the staff for a trip to Diagon Alley. More often than not, he found his wish granted, or at least found that there was already a trip he could tag along with. It wasn't until today, when he'd been asked directly by one of the care workers how it could be that he didn't have all his supplies yet, with all his trips to London, that Yves remembered he had any supplies to get at all. So, even though the quill and ink shop was not the first place he'd have directed himself to, Yves headed that way - mostly because today's chaperone had literally turned him and nudged him in this direction. After he got new ink, though, he'd be off to do whatever happened to take his fancy. Yves was barely inside the shop, however, when his attention was diverted by someone speaking. Quietly, but definitely speaking, and apparently to no one. He recognised the speaker from school; they'd been sorted in the same batch, and into the same house, though this girl was in the year below him. A dorm mate of Phoebe, then. Taking the quiet mutterings as his cue, Yves approached and followed the girl towards the huge array of ink bottles lined up on the shelves, where he stood beside her. "Colour-changing ink, yes, that one would be fun," he said at once in his thick French accent, smiling wide and pointing at the ink in question. Not that she'd asked him anything, or said anything he'd might have been responding to. He'd just seen the expression of 'deep thought' and made his assumptions about what she could be deliberating over, and promptly dispensed with any and all context. "Or scented, though I am guessing it depends on the scent, no?" Oh yes, and: "Hello!" __________________