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Kimothy · 06-12-2026, 05:00 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

All things considered, Trafalgar Square is a terrible place to meet with someone. The crowds, the smells, the noisy, aspiring musicians lining the perimeter... And yet, what a perfect opportunity to ~~spy~~ people watch.

Claude arrived early, a coffee in hand - his third of the day though it was only noon - and set about assessing his surroundings. A wailing child standing beside his far more agreeable sibling (Claude could only assume), the pruned man in the southern corner entertaining a group of pigeons, and the occasional high-flying selfie stick. As expected, the square is alive and well.

As he awaited the arrival of his date, he ducked down to help a group of confused tourists in navigating the bustling city. The tube? Oh, no need to fret - there's a station just over there. A lunch recommendation? There's a hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese spot a few blocks away.

No need for the gracious thank yous, it's truly a pleasure.

Quite the contrary, Ascella Archer thought the Square was a wonderful place to meet up! Practically speaking, it was in the centre of everything. From here, one might want to gawk at the art in the National Gallery, or toss wishing coins into the fountains - Cella's statue bias was the dolphin, of course, the mermaids here were not physically accurate. Also, it was connected to every other street that mattered, where each turn led to an entirely different adventure of restaurants and boutiques and bookshops and all that jazz.

The place was kinda pretty, too, if one looked at the chaos collectively, like a gigantic painting brought to life.

Optimism was also what Cella brought to the plate, for sure. That's because her 'date' had the tendency to sound like a pompous snob (affectionate).

The former Hufflepuff had to stop in her tracks to make sure that the guy over there, helpfully chatting with a bunch of tourists, was really Claude Botros-Giordano. Not that she was surprised that he was being such a darling resident offering multiple tourist suggestions! Some things just never change. He always put himself out in the crowd.

Hmmmm. Cella's silly cap: On.

"Excuse meeeee!" Shifting her normal voice to a squeaky, mousy pitch for the funsies, she rushed towards Claude and waved a hand in the air as if trying to catch his attention. Yoohoo! Over here! "My dear boy! Might you happen to know where I could find some chickens in the area?" Hehehe.

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Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,988 Hogwarts RPG Name: Astrid Grimaldi Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Miles Charlton Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Bisan Helena Bellaire Hufflepuff First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Clementine Adams-Sayse Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Daciana Romanos Ravenclaw Second Year x12	she cant come to the phone rn, but here's kimothée chalamet Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack All things considered, Trafalgar Square is a terrible place to meet with someone. The crowds, the smells, the noisy, aspiring musicians lining the perimeter... And yet, what a perfect opportunity to ~~spy~~ people watch. Claude arrived early, a coffee in hand - his third of the day though it was only noon - and set about assessing his surroundings. A wailing child standing beside his far more agreeable sibling (Claude could only assume), the pruned man in the southern corner entertaining a group of pigeons, and the occasional high-flying selfie stick. As expected, the square is alive and well. As he awaited the arrival of his date, he ducked down to help a group of confused tourists in navigating the bustling city. The tube? Oh, no need to fret - there's a station just over there. A lunch recommendation? There's a hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese spot a few blocks away. No need for the gracious thank yous, it's truly a pleasure. Quite the contrary, Ascella Archer thought the Square was a wonderful place to meet up! Practically speaking, it was in the centre of everything. From here, one might want to gawk at the art in the National Gallery, or toss wishing coins into the fountains - Cella's statue bias was the dolphin, of course, the mermaids here were not physically accurate. Also, it was connected to every other street that mattered, where each turn led to an entirely different adventure of restaurants and boutiques and bookshops and all that jazz. The place was kinda pretty, too, if one looked at the chaos collectively, like a gigantic painting brought to life. Optimism was also what Cella brought to the plate, for sure. That's because her 'date' had the tendency to sound like a pompous snob (affectionate). The former Hufflepuff had to stop in her tracks to make sure that the guy over there, helpfully chatting with a bunch of tourists, was really Claude Botros-Giordano. Not that she was surprised that he was being such a darling resident offering multiple tourist suggestions! Some things just never change. He always put himself out in the crowd. Hmmmm. Cella's silly cap: On. "Excuse meeeee!" Shifting her normal voice to a squeaky, mousy pitch for the funsies, she rushed towards Claude and waved a hand in the air as if trying to catch his attention. Yoohoo! Over here! "My dear boy! Might you happen to know where I could find some chickens in the area?" Hehehe. __________________ When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell..._________________________ _____________________...Maybe a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories