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sweetpinkpixie · 04-17-2025, 02:07 AM

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Summer was here and JT had a glorious hour to himself by the fountain while his father and sister were off at Madam Malkins to buy new clothes. JT had went through that same ordeal the other day with his mother so he was glad that he could sit next to the fountain with a new comic book to read today. Taking a seat on the fountain's edge the gangly dark blonde haired youth wasn't paying attention to the fountain statues and next minute he was doused in a large splash of cold water over his head causing him to spring up on his feet and yell out "Hey! That's not funny, it's cold!" Looking around accusingly after an attacker, but only seing the silent dragon and cherub statues JT huffed, shivering "Ugh that's wet." He felt like a cold drenched cat, and his comic book didn't look much better.

After an hour wandering Flourish & Blotts and another half in Scribbulus, Iris was finally willing to admit that she'd slightly miscalculated how many blank journals she’d need over the summer. Slightly. In her defense, she hadn’t expected to completely fill two whole volumes in the first couple weeks alone, but Ancient Magic theories were an unforgiving spiral of insight that had to be recorded before they slipped away and all the bindrune guidance and insight Uncle E had offered likewise demanded thorough review. Also, she’d started a cross-referenced index system. And she needed separate ink for footnotes and sketches. The small-ISH paper bag from Scribbulus bumped against her leg as she walked, heavy with new ink bottles, a handful of quills, and a sleek green leatherbound journal she was definitely going to use responsibly.

She was halfway through cataloguing―internally for now but to be completed hopefully once she got home―the first five pages she planned to dedicate to bindrune hypothesis experiments and their possible correlations with leylines when the familiar slosh of the fountain reached her ears. Iris didn’t particularly like the fountain—she thought it too chaotic, like someone had commissioned a sculptor to bring to life every fever dream involving cherubs, dragons, and subtle malevolence. Still, its watery gurgle marked a halfway point between errands and the food stand she'd intended to visit next.

Until someone shouted.

Iris blinked up, surprised, just in time to see a very soggy JT spring up from the fountain’s edge, arms flailing and comic book dangling from one hand like a half-drowned Kneazle. Water trickled from his hair in sad rivulets. She stopped mid-step and arched a brow. Her lips twitched into a small, startled smile as she approached. "You know, you really do make an excellent case study in fountain hubris—though I’ll admit, you wear catastrophe rather handsomely." She tilted her head slightly, still a safe distance from the splash radius, eyes flicking toward the comic in his hand. "Is that salvageable?"

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