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sweetpinkpixie · 06-17-2024, 05:36 AM

Text Cut: oh well FANCY meeting you here

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Being in attendance at events was not something that was unfamiliar to Chester, although usually it was with his camera in hand and wearing some variety of black clothing (and his trademark beanie) so he blended in a little as he captured the day. Being a guest was a slightly foreign sensation, having to dress up for the occasion was even worse considering that he hadn’t the slightest idea of what wizards wore back in the 900’s. He’d opted for some casual Robin Hood medieval hybrid complete with a feathered hat purely for the reason that his head felt naked without something on it. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to come either other than for the nostalgia and a fear of missing out of the potential fun he could have.

He’d already given the tug-o-war a go, thinking that his many years of competitive rowing would give him a slight advantage over his competitors only to be disappointed that they were supposed to use magic. He should’ve assumed that it would be the case considering where the event was being held and yet the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Ten minutes and some serious concentration to remember the Seize and Pull Charm later, Chester was the proud winner of a battle against an unsuspecting fifth year. He would’ve let the kid win if they weren’t so cocky about beating him but the second that he was called an ‘old man’ at the ripe old age of almost twenty-five the competitive instinct kicked in and he beat them fair and square.

The battle had incited a hunger within the former Gryffindor that needed feeding.. literally. Thank Merlin that the event organisers had thought about catering. He’d taken a stroll along each of the booths, planning out what he would purchase before committing when he came across a platter of cookies seemingly shuffling along the table attached to the hand of a small child helping themselves. Ordinarily he might’ve turned a blind eye to such escapades, in fact he was impressed by the kid’s brazenness but the plate was dangerously close to making contact with the floor or even worse, the kid’s foot. He lurched forward, inching the platter further forward.

“Careful there kid, don’t want to waste a perfectly good plate of cookies” he chuckled, handing over a voucher to the stall holder and offering the now paid for cookie to the five-year-old.

Brazenness ran in the Trent family blood. NOT that she would ever consider such a thing to be a bragging point, not anymore at least. ~~But it was true nonetheless~~.

"Today is NOT supposed to go this waaaAAAaaay," she whined some more while TRYING not to utter certain words that were most certainly not meant for the young impressionable ears of her daughter. Mavis knew that she was far from being mummy of the year (not to mention it was just ANOTHER point of contention between herself and certain members of the family) but she was not supposed to be so bad that she literally lost her daughter. No, no wait, WAIT...maybe she had been KIDNAPPED? High profile family like hers was always drawing attention of some kind so THAT made MUCH more sense than her losing her daughter in public ~~again~~.

Still strutting about, and it was truly unfortunate that she was stomping around like a troll when she was wearing such a sparkly outfit that was exquisitely catching the sunlight so she literally had a glow about her like an actual star, the former Gryffindor turned former Ombrelune began patting her little pouch bag for her wand so summon the authorities when the same glow that her own dress radiated was spotted from around the edge of the dessert table and a MAN with her who was OBVIOUSLY the alleged kidnapper - and no she would not be addressing how dramatic and nonsensical she was being. She was distraught, okay? OKAY?

"Oh no you DON'T young lady!" she snapped as she scooped up the five year old, who was honestly almost too big for the petite size that Mavis was (honestly, did she HAVE to inherit THAT PERSON'S height and be showing it at such an early age) but she managed well enough to hoist and twirl the little blonde and her outstretched greedy hands AWAY from the cookies. "Stranger Danger, Andrea! You don't know this..." And a rather unsavory turn of phrase was on the tip of her tongue before she found herself practically swallowing it when she looked up to gaze upon the perpetrator properly for the first time. "...this...this...THIS...person."

All of this, of course, resulted in Andrea crying...and who could blame her? Mavis would have been pitching an absolute FIT at her age at being denied cookies from a princely figure.

06-17-2024, 05:36 AM	#6 (permalink)
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Being a guest was a slightly foreign sensation, having to dress up for the occasion was even worse considering that he hadn’t the slightest idea of what wizards wore back in the 900’s. He’d opted for some casual Robin Hood medieval hybrid complete with a feathered hat purely for the reason that his head felt naked without something on it. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to come either other than for the nostalgia and a fear of missing out of the potential fun he could have. He’d already given the tug-o-war a go, thinking that his many years of competitive rowing would give him a slight advantage over his competitors only to be disappointed that they were supposed to use magic. He should’ve assumed that it would be the case considering where the event was being held and yet the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Ten minutes and some serious concentration to remember the Seize and Pull Charm later, Chester was the proud winner of a battle against an unsuspecting fifth year. He would’ve let the kid win if they weren’t so cocky about beating him but the second that he was called an ‘old man’ at the ripe old age of almost twenty-five the competitive instinct kicked in and he beat them fair and square. The battle had incited a hunger within the former Gryffindor that needed feeding.. literally. Thank Merlin that the event organisers had thought about catering. He’d taken a stroll along each of the booths, planning out what he would purchase before committing when he came across a platter of cookies seemingly shuffling along the table attached to the hand of a small child helping themselves. Ordinarily he might’ve turned a blind eye to such escapades, in fact he was impressed by the kid’s brazenness but the plate was dangerously close to making contact with the floor or even worse, the kid’s foot. He lurched forward, inching the platter further forward. “Careful there kid, don’t want to waste a perfectly good plate of cookies” he chuckled, handing over a voucher to the stall holder and offering the now paid for cookie to the five-year-old. Brazenness ran in the Trent family blood. NOT that she would ever consider such a thing to be a bragging point, not anymore at least. ~~But it was true nonetheless~~. "Today is NOT supposed to go this waaaAAAaaay," she whined some more while TRYING not to utter certain words that were most certainly not meant for the young impressionable ears of her daughter. Mavis knew that she was far from being mummy of the year (not to mention it was just ANOTHER point of contention between herself and certain members of the family) but she was not supposed to be so bad that she literally lost her daughter. No, no wait, WAIT...maybe she had been KIDNAPPED? High profile family like hers was always drawing attention of some kind so THAT made MUCH more sense than her losing her daughter in public ~~again~~. Still strutting about, and it was truly unfortunate that she was stomping around like a troll when she was wearing such a sparkly outfit that was exquisitely catching the sunlight so she literally had a glow about her like an actual star, the former Gryffindor turned former Ombrelune began patting her little pouch bag for her wand so summon the authorities when the same glow that her own dress radiated was spotted from around the edge of the dessert table and a MAN with her who was OBVIOUSLY the alleged kidnapper - and no she would not be addressing how dramatic and nonsensical she was being. She was distraught, okay? OKAY? "Oh no you DON'T young lady!" she snapped as she scooped up the five year old, who was honestly almost too big for the petite size that Mavis was (honestly, did she HAVE to inherit THAT PERSON'S height and be showing it at such an early age) but she managed well enough to hoist and twirl the little blonde and her outstretched greedy hands AWAY from the cookies. "Stranger Danger, Andrea! You don't know this..." And a rather unsavory turn of phrase was on the tip of her tongue before she found herself practically swallowing it when she looked up to gaze upon the perpetrator properly for the first time. "...this...this...THIS...person." All of this, of course, resulted in Andrea crying...and who could blame her? Mavis would have been pitching an absolute FIT at her age at being denied cookies from a princely figure. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... 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