01-27-2025, 01:12 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Cameron Rhodes Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Fox-Matthews Hufflepuff Second Year | Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: Jeremy Quote:
Originally Posted by ThePastelBookworm Jeremy entered the cafe, he was holding his briefcase. He walked to front counter then looked at the menu. He was looking at the menu. He thought to himself " A Mocha sounds delicious and probably something to eat as well. He ordered and took a seat at table waiting for his drink and food.
Jeremy thought to himself he should have brought a a umbrella since it was pouring rain outside.He opened his briefcase as he gathered his paperwok from it. He was working on research of potions which was he strongest subject at Hogwarts. His ordered came to the table and he blew on the hot coffee then took a sip. Vincent had told her about the rain, but Ash clearly hadn't been paying attention. Perhaps she had been busy with art or writing when her boyfriend had mentioned it, or maybe she had misplaced the time he said it would rain, or maybe she hadn't realized that it would rain quite so hard... hmmm. Well, she had made a mistake at some point, and it was quite obvious as she entered the cafe with both her hair and her clothes absolutely and utterly soaking wet.
Ashley seemed unbothered by this development- and, as she wandlessly dried everything, it was evident that rain really wasn't a problem for her. She simply checked to make sure her art notebook and her paints were fine, and... yes. Good. Ash's soul was really in her art, and as long as her art was fine, she considered herself to be fine too. Espresso Patronum seemed like a nice place to wait out the storm, so she ordered herself a yogurt and a hot chocolate and magically floated them over to the only empty table in sight. "Excuse me, sir? Mind if I sit here? There's no other empty chairs." She swore with her whole heart that not one drop of water would get on his paperwork, and it would be like if she wasn't there at all. Just... your typical stranger, dressed head to toe in purple, grey, and blue clothes that were obviously color-coordinated with their tattoos. |
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