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sweetpinkpixie · 04-15-2025, 04:28 AM

Diamond had claimed her table at Florean Fortescue’s like a queen settling into her summer throne. The afternoon sun cast warm, syrupy light over the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, and she'd left the umbrella on her table pushed down—it would be criminal to block that golden glow, especially when it hit juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust right against the gloss of her tinted lip balm (coconut and mango that gave her lips a deep orange-red hue) and the rhinestones on her sunglasses. With her sundae slowly melting before her, Diamond tilted her head to peek over her glasses for some strategic people-watching while still basking in morning’s productivity. While she was neither here nor there with the sport, commentating the match in which the England U-17 had obliterated the Republic of Ireland team had been rather delicious. Coaches were off-limits whenever the Republic of Ireland played (for whatever reason, which was beyond lame) but she still had plenty of material to provide masterclass in broadcasting. She hadn’t meant to let slip that the Irish Seeker had maybe, allegedly, stayed up late writing love letters to the Welsh Keeper during last month’s training camp—but the information was public record if you knew where to listen and how to flirtーand that just maaaaaaaaaybe had kept Ireland's Keeper just a tad distracted and let in all those goals. She wasn't saying that England should be thanking her for the blowout, but she wasn't NOT saying it either.

Now, her voice finally resting and her boots off duty, Diamond was letting Diagon Alley hum around her. It was late afternoon, warm and lazy, and the crowd around the parlour was a rich mix: Hogwarts students fresh into their summer freedom, Ministry interns on break, and the occasional Quidditch hopeful still in their kit from a morning tryout. She wasn’t here to meet anyone...not officially, anyway...but IF someone (a couple specific someones) happened to wander past then she certainly wasn't opposed to any company.

04-15-2025, 04:28 AM	#79 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,147 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	open! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Diamond had claimed her table at Florean Fortescue’s like a queen settling into her summer throne. The afternoon sun cast warm, syrupy light over the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, and she'd left the umbrella on her table pushed down—it would be criminal to block that golden glow, especially when it hit juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust right against the gloss of her tinted lip balm (coconut and mango that gave her lips a deep orange-red hue) and the rhinestones on her sunglasses. With her sundae slowly melting before her, Diamond tilted her head to peek over her glasses for some strategic people-watching while still basking in morning’s productivity. While she was neither here nor there with the sport, commentating the match in which the England U-17 had obliterated the Republic of Ireland team had been rather delicious. Coaches were off-limits whenever the Republic of Ireland played (for whatever reason, which was beyond lame) but she still had plenty of material to provide masterclass in broadcasting. She hadn’t meant to let slip that the Irish Seeker had maybe, allegedly, stayed up late writing love letters to the Welsh Keeper during last month’s training camp—but the information was public record if you knew where to listen and how to flirtーand that just maaaaaaaaaybe had kept Ireland's Keeper just a tad distracted and let in all those goals. She wasn't saying that England should be thanking her for the blowout, but she wasn't NOT saying it either. Now, her voice finally resting and her boots off duty, Diamond was letting Diagon Alley hum around her. It was late afternoon, warm and lazy, and the crowd around the parlour was a rich mix: Hogwarts students fresh into their summer freedom, Ministry interns on break, and the occasional Quidditch hopeful still in their kit from a morning tryout. She wasn’t here to meet anyone...not officially, anyway...but IF someone (a couple specific someones) happened to wander past then she certainly wasn't opposed to any company. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like