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Take a seat and take a load off if you like, these benches are the perfect spots to sit and chat with friends while you take a break from shopping, or if you've come from Florean's you might be looking for a spot that you can sit and finish off your ice cream before it melts. Try not to be a bench hog though - if you're here for too long the benches themselves might get sick of you and nudge you off so that somebody else can sit for a while too!
Scott had never taken a class or read a book on what to do if what you hated most - WASPS - flew into a pretty girl's hair, and he was severely lacking the critical thinking to be able to know exactly what to do right now. He. Was. FROZEN.
Okay, Scottie. He sucked in his breath. "Keep still and maybe I can hex it away! If you keep moving around, I won't be able to get it!" He definitely did not want to hex her. He did raise his wand, though, to get AT THE READY.
.....
She was doing an awful lot of shrieking and continued flailing so she figured, but not more of just wildly shaking her head. She didn't want to risk putting her HANDS near her hair and then the wasp could STING her or anything. Because... they did sting didn't they? Or did wasps bite? Whichever, she still it NOT do it to her.
But then Mr. so far NOT helpful told her to keep still because he wanted to HEX it? "Excuse YOU?" She really should just call him "Excuse you" as this was now the second time in their very short interaction that she had said it. "You will NOT be sending hexes into my hair, thank you very much!" Aside from the fact he could be a terrible spellcaster and hit her gorgeous face, she also didn't want to risk him doing something to her HAIR which was equally important to her, thank you.
She decided to just whip her hair forwards in his direction and attempt to shake it out. "Just like, smack it or something!" He could probably see it right?
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She was doing an awful lot of shrieking and continued flailing so she figured, but not more of just wildly shaking her head. She didn't want to risk putting her HANDS near her hair and then the wasp could STING her or anything. Because... they did sting didn't they? Or did wasps bite? Whichever, she still it NOT do it to her.
But then Mr. so far NOT helpful told her to keep still because he wanted to HEX it? "Excuse YOU?" She really should just call him "Excuse you" as this was now the second time in their very short interaction that she had said it. "You will NOT be sending hexes into my hair, thank you very much!" Aside from the fact he could be a terrible spellcaster and hit her gorgeous face, she also didn't want to risk him doing something to her HAIR which was equally important to her, thank you.
She decided to just whip her hair forwards in his direction and attempt to shake it out. "Just like, smack it or something!" He could probably see it right?
SMACk IT?! She wanted HIM to smack it?! And potentially DIE GET STUNG?! Instead of hexing it, though, he sent a blaaaaast of air in her direction, not enough to knock her off her feet, but enough to send ANYTHING in the vicinity of her hair (aka the wasp) FLYING backward.
Er.
...had he messed up her hair? Had she gotten into a fight with the wind???? He looked sheepish. The wasp was bloody gone, though, and he was glad. But this woman with scary good looks AND messed up hair was probably scARIER than a wasp.
Maybe.
"I'm uh..S-Scottie - Scott. Just Scott." He shoved his wand back into its holster. "I - uh - sorry about the hair."
What a disastrous way to meet someone O__O
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SMACk IT?! She wanted HIM to smack it?! And potentially DIE GET STUNG?! Instead of hexing it, though, he sent a blaaaaast of air in her direction, not enough to knock her off her feet, but enough to send ANYTHING in the vicinity of her hair (aka the wasp) FLYING backward.
Er.
...had he messed up her hair? Had she gotten into a fight with the wind???? He looked sheepish. The wasp was bloody gone, though, and he was glad. But this woman with scary good looks AND messed up hair was probably scARIER than a wasp.
Maybe.
"I'm uh..S-Scottie - Scott. Just Scott." He shoved his wand back into its holster. "I - uh - sorry about the hair."
What a disastrous way to meet someone O__O
Rosie had finally at least calmed down enough to stop her wild flailing, and she was waiting for him to just swat it like she had requested when all of a sudden there was a gust of WIND shot in her direction and her eyes closed as she felt her hair whip all around her face.
Welp. The wasp was probably gone at least. But look at her HAIR. ON A CURLY DAY. It was take her DAYS to get it back under control. HMPH.
She GLARED at him. Well, half glared and half pouted really, as she crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn't going to even bother attempting to fix her hair, instead harumphing and reaching for her bag to pull out an elastic tie to just pull it back so she didn't look SO disheveled.
"Thanks, I guess." It had clearly been a TERRIBLE idea, but at least the wasp was gone. And then he was introducing himself, and she thought about just ignoring him because this guy was CLEARLY a disaster, but she figured she might as well give him her name. So he could recognize the bill for the hairdresser, clearly."Hi Just Scott", because she was still petty. "Rosemary Scardino. I would say a pleasure but... it hasn't been." All things considered. She was still so miffed she couldn't even enjoy the fact he was cute and WOULD have been prime flirting material if not for the whole wasp event.
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Knowing that his brother was deathly afraid of any little bug or creepy-crawler or generally ANYTHING smaller than a pgymy puff was to Logan's advantage here. He'd been on assignment, see, for his fall uni course Advanced Clandestine Techniques, which he'd already failed once, and was currently using Scott as a test subject for his homework. It was Scottie boy's fault for coming into Logan's territory (aka the UK) and not informing him of his impending arrival. Imagine finding out that your twin brother was in town from Mum????!?? How insulting.
Invisible Logan , who was following Scott at a safe distance and doing his best to hold back his laughs, was thus just getting into his plan to welcome his better half back home. From behind his brother, he'd conjured up the wasp and sent it into that woman's hair for a laugh; but the wasp was just the beginning, and honestly, his brother had been infuriatingly clever at getting rid of it. Now, as Scott introduced himself to her, he sent a huuuuuuuuuuuuuge catepillar his way, actually conjuring it onto the park bench beside the lady.
Surely Scott would see it there. Heh. Heh. Heh. Again invisible!Logan had to refrain from laughing out loud at his awkward sibling. He was just--- seriously, was he NERVOUS??? Bruh. What in the rubber duck.
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Yikes, okay. She looked pretty ticked. Scottie wanted to run away. Hide. Poof. Apparate???? But that was possibly out of the question, honestly. HASN'T BEEN A PLEASURE? Well, sure, but did she need to say that aloud? His eyebrows furrowed as he judged her manners. Rosemary Scardino...a name I'll mentally remember to NEVER LOOK UP... he thought to himself. Women were so confusing, weren't they? And it seemed they only got worse as he got older. It was a pity he LIKED women because he would forever have to figure out what to DO around them.
He didn't notice the caterpillar at first. He was about to...awkwardly, but politely, offer to buy her a drink from the Leaky when he noticed....IT.
IT WAS ANOTHER BLOODY BUG.
And it was a CATERPILLAR. THE SILENT KILLER. THE WOULD-BE BUTTERFLIES THAT STUNG.
"Oh no - oh no oh no oh no no no no - Rosemary - " he pointed a VERY shaky finger at her side, his face gone pale with FRIGHT. "There...is....a demon....planted next to you....THEY STING THEY STING - " He was full on panicking now as he grabbed his wand again. Would be blow this caterpillar to BITS in a second?! SURELY.
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He was a very odd sort of fellow wasn't he? She side eyed him warily as she tied her now VERY wind blown hair into a pony tail and left just a couple of wisps of her in her face because she still wanted to look SOMEWHAT good. She still had pictures to try to take in order to rub them in Bogey's face and remind him London was HER domain now.
Even if she didn't want it. And was wanting it less by the second.
She was prepping to really just... leave when all of sudden he seemed to be freaking out again and pointing towards the bench towards her. And while she was skeptical of this guy, she also did remind herself he HAD made her aware of the wasp a few moments before. So she trusted him and immediately jumped away from the bench and tried to hide behind him. WAS IT ANOTHER WASP? Because if so, this time take HIS hair thank you.
She peeked out from behind him and looked at to where he was pointing.
And blanched.
Was he scared of a caterpillar? "THAT? You're worried about THAT? Aren't caterpillars harmless? Don't they just like... eat leaves or something until they turn into a butterfly?" What was scary about that?
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As much as he would love to leave well enough alone, Logan just couldn't help himself. Not a new trait for him, honestly. So while they were freaking out over the caterpillar (and honestly? Scott? Ya big baby? He was acting more terrified than this ROSEMARY woman!), Logan conjured up another animal for them to deal with: a redback spider, one PARTICULARLY large one that looked identical to the absolute unit he and his brother had caught when they were about eight. Snickering, the invisible man sent the spider to the ground, as it began scuttling straight for Rosemary's feet.
Hey, she was the one getting in the way of Classic Prank Time!
A few beats too late, Logan realized his snicker had turned into an actual, "AHA HA HA!" and he quickly pressed the knuckles of his left hand to his mouth to stifle the sound. Oh well. He'd just... calmly and invisibly walk over to the bench now, and sit a spell beside the caterpillar. HAHAHA. Might as well stay to watch this all.
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He was glad to see Rosemary was taking this seriously! Caterpillars, again, were often underestimated, and therefore one could never be TOO careful about -
WAIT -
"Of course I am! Those guys sting! BAD. I have been stung by MANY." He made a face at her. "But at least I can levitate THIS one away..." He already had his wand drawn, too, and was READY to do so when his keen eyes saw something moving on the ground - WAIT WAS THAT A REDBACK?! WHY WAS IT IN ENGLAND?! Had the horrible arachnid finally made it over to the UK? He didn't only need to KILL this, he needed to let the proper authorities know because -
Hold on...
That laugh.
He would know that laugh anywhere."Bloody hell, Logan, where are you?!" he whipped around, looking in every direction. "I know your laugh anywhere - this is NOT funny - you could cause new species of bugs to arrive in a country ill equipped to handle them!" Seriously, the irresponsible nature of his twin was astounding sometimes. Not to mention he had made Scottie look like an absolutely buffoon in front of a WOMAN.
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She still was in shock that he was scared of a CATERPILLAR, considering the size difference between him and said bug. But as Rosie was ROLLING HER EYES and preparing to once again reiterate the ridiculousness of the situation, she glanced down.
And saw a GIANT spider with a suspicious looking red marking on his back HEADING TOWARDS HER. Now this one she most definitely understood.
Rosie SHRIEKED and jumped on his back so that it couldn't crawl up her leg or something. Besides, she had already been hiding behind him so that was an easy literal jump to make.
Her shrieking was so loud she didn't hear the laughter, just suddenly him shouting at thin air? Or was it not thin air and he just NAMED the giant monstrosity currently on the ground. "Don't name it! Kill it!" With fire, preferably so she knew it would be dead dead and not just pretending or something.
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When Scott mentioned the 'new species of bugs' showing up in another country--- he lost it. We're talking a full-on shoulders shaking, eyes weeping, knee-slapping, wand-dropping maniacal laughing fit.
Logan didn't even pay attention to the fact that he was now probably, almost definitely visible, since he'd dropped his wand and all. It was just too funny!! TOO FUNNY TO HANDLE!!!! And the woman, the woman jumping on his twin for a piggyback ride thought the SPIDER'S NAME WAS LOGAN.
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAA," he roared even LOUDER now.
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Listen, if anyone had told him a woman would be jumping on his back today, even just an HOUR ago, he would have argued against it. And yet, here he was, with this Rosemary woman climbing up his back like he was a TREE. He wanted to die. He wanted to pass out. He wanted to disapparate and hopefully splinch himself into oblivion.
Instead, he merely stepped forward and....crushed the dreaded spider under his foot. It was gross, and he did not enjoy any of it, but he shimmied his body so she would BLOODY GEROFFFFF HIM. "see? It's dead - and I wasn't NAMING the spider. My brother is afoot. I can hear his stupid, LAUGH." he said LOUDLY. "His name is Logan and he's an - " he cleared his throat. "Something I don't want to say aloud right now. LOGAN. Where are you?!"
Could she not hear his laughter?! Logan Ferguson, you are DEAD.
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She blinked as he stepped on the spider, BLINKED. "So you can step on the little death trap but not swat a wasp without magic?" Yes, she was still salty because now her hair was messed up. Even if she was clearly still pretty.
She could feel him squirming to get her to get off but that was NOT happening until she was sure there wasn't anything else around. She'd met this guy all of 5 minutes or so and had been ATTACKED by two gross buys and supposedly attacked by one harmless. Either way, she was not risking it. "I want to see it's gross dead carcass before I get off! It must SUFFICIENTLY be dead! Feel free to burn it with fire for effect." And then she would CONSIDER no longer clinging to him.
Wait, brother? There was two of him!? And he was frantically looking around for him. She narrowed her eyes at the bench as a figure appeared there, before tapping his shoulder and pointing over it. "I take it you mean the guy cackling there on the bench?" CACKLING.
Well, Rosemary was NOT amused. And she was still not moving until at least ONE of them promised her no more death attempts by spiders or bees.
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The fact that Scott didn't even notice him become visible almost had Logan rolling on the ground and laughing his socks off. He did fall off the bench, though he tried to make it look intentional, and scooped up his wand as he fell/rolled.
The twin picked himself up in a jiffy and waved said wand to nonverbally vanish any remaining bugs around. Look, they were all gone, okay? He smirked to his brother and then cast his blue eyes toward the lady. Rosemarie, was it? Logan did a mock bow for her and Scott.
"So glad I could bring you two together on this fine day." Literally. She was hanging all over him like moss on a rock. This was probably the first woman his brother had allowed into his precious personal space bubble in what...... twenty years? HA!
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.....Scottie didn't make his brain's rules, okay? He very well wished he could have just crushed the wasp, but it had WINGS and could FLY, okay? "Look--its carcass is right THERE. Legs up and all!" Now could she please get off? He was vastly uncomfortable.
He gave such a mean stink!eye to Logan that he was surprised a hole didn't burn right through his twin's head. "That was absolutely uncalled for, Logan." He said softly, quietly, like that quiet RAGE he felt within him. "Rosemary...I apologize for the inconveniences caused by my brother today. He is the foolish twin, you see," he hoped his words BIT into his brother deep. DEEEEP. LOGAN. "Please allow me to make it up to you by buying a drink from the Leaky, perhaps." His were genuine as he glanced over at her. He had no ulterior motives, either, in asking her for a drink. He didn't even THINK about it, really...he just felt bad!
"AND NO LOGAN, YOU CAN'T COME!" he whipped his head in his brother's direction as he said it LOUDLY.
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Rosemary eyed the brother, Logan she believed was the spiders his name, from her perch on Scottie's back, as he moved to the floor for a moment and seemed to secure his wand. She eyed the carcass when Scottie pointed it out before noting it and the caterpillar disappearing. Probably the brother again, though she wasn't looking at him to see his movements not did she hear any enchantment. She was however, able to establish that she was perfectly safe now so she climbed off of his back and straightened her shirt as she did so. To at least attempt to regain some slight amount of dignity, although this entire interaction really did not leave much room for THAT.
Hearing Logan's comment, she glared at him slightly and let out a small sniff. "Yes, sure. This has been a real... Treat." She answered drily. She was sure neither of them would expect she actually meant that.
Hearing Scottie speak as well, she turned her attention to him giving a slight nod at his words. While yes, she was still not pleased with her RUINED hair, it did seem that he wasn't just a walking catastrophe. Not on his own, at least, just apparently with his brother. And because of that, she decided to give SOME grace. "Apology accepted." But then at his next words she just STARED at him. A drink? At the Leaky? "Are you actually asking me OUT after all of... That?" The boy had guys. But no, definitely not. "While I don't blame your taste, I'll have to decline." For the very obvious reasons of she did not want any more hazard to befall her from the proximity of these two. "Seems like you and your brother could use a civil catch up anyways." You know, figure out how to see each other and NOT terrorize HARMLESS third parties.
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Again, Logan had to press his knuckles to his mouth to prevent himself from audibly snickering at the awkward, formal way his twin was now asking out this lady. And LOOK, she wasn't having it! AHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! He couldn't wait to tell literally everyone he knew about this weird encounter. Of course, he'd change a few details here and there to make himself LOOK good, but maaaaan. This was THE story.
Ahaahahaa. So funny. So wait, Rosemarie was suggesting that he and Scott should catch up?? Well he wasn't entirely opposed to that idea. He hadn't seen his brother in so long... family gatherings aside, when was the last time just the two of them had had a conversation? Was it that time he'd visited Scottie at uni in 'Straya and had started that small fire in his brother's dorm room that ended up setting the whole third floor alight? Because honestly, in Logan's memory, it hadn't been THAT bad. How was he supposed to remember when bushfire season was? He'd been like ten when they'd moved continents.
Anyway, that incident was like four years old now so surely his brother would allow him to hang with him. His brow furrowed only slightly at his twin's immature dismissal. "He's just joking," he explained to the woman. "Scott here has such a sophisticated sense of humour." In fact, it was so advanced that it didn't even exist yet. "Please, allow me to buy you a drink instead. I'm much better looking than him anyhow, and not afraid of bugs in the slightest."
And to illustrate his poin about being good looking and courageous, he pulled her hand away from straightening her outfit and gave it a demure, gentleman's kiss, complete with a smirk and suggestive eyebrow wiggle. See? He wasn't just a prankster. He was a million times more suave than his sibling.
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Oh no. Oh NO. NOno onono no no no no no no no no NO. That had NOT been - Scottie was MORTIFIED. Horrified and mortified. "No I - that is not - I wouldn't - it wasn't a DATE thing I just - " he stuttered through the sentence as best he could. "I just wanted to make this whole ordeal up to you! I a-apologize if this is - wow - yeah - I -" Wanted to die? He wasn't TRYING to ask her out ;__;
Scottie Ferguson was officially a tomato. His cheeks were red. His eyes darted to his brother as he felt something EXPLODE IN HIS CHEST. He had a vision of himself CLOBBERING him to the ground, with that SMIRK and that SMUG look on his face. And that laugh. Scott was seeing RED almost as much as his face!
.....was Logan seriously trying to flirt with the woman he now felt he never ever EVER wanted to run into again lest he relive this entire embarrassing experience forever? Scottie SCOFFED and gripped his wand so tightly, his knuckles turned white. "You...are.....impossible, Logan." He said through his teeth. "I really am sorry - my brother has trouble behaving logically. And intelligently," he told poor Rosemary. "We look identical, Logan!" he spat, equally outraged at being called the uglier twin because THEY LOOKED SO STINKIN' SIMILAR.
This was possibly one of the worst experiences of his LIFE.
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Merlin's beard, what was even HAPPENING now. She had been TRYING to find the good in London and this Diagon Alley place since she felt like she was essentially BANISHED here, and then she happened upon THESE two. She raised an eyebrow when Mr. Spider-man twin said his brother was joking, and she glanced between the two unsure of exactly what the joke he was referring to was. He seemed perfectly serious to her. Also, did he make jokes? Not that she actually KNEW him, but he seemed... stiff. And then both eyebrows shot up. Was THIS brother asking her out too now!?
Normally, she would have found him charming as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. And she would have been more than happy to flirt and go for a drink -- really with either of them since they WERE cute, even if one was awkward and the other potentially arrogant -- and she would have been especially pleased about being asked out by TWO good looking gents in the span of 5 minutes particularly when they were both slightly younger because when was that NOT an ego boost? but she was not currently amused. Between bugs, near coffee spills, wind issues and the overall sense of dread she was feeling over London the more this interaction progressed, she was really feeling more like a bubble bath and a fire whiskey.
She drew her hand back from Logan, "Yes, while the offer is appreciated," Was it? "You do seem to bring the bugs even if you aren't scared of them..." Not that she had any fear, but what if any of them actually WERE dangerous? "I think I'll pass. But again, I reiterate, perhaps you and your brother should." They could bond over mutually rejection from this particular beauty. BEAM.
And then the other was stammering at her words, and suddenly she found herself feeling offended. He hadn't been asking her out? She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, "You weren't? Well, why not? I'm gorgeous." And he would BE so lucky to go for a drink with her, thank you very much.
She decided to be polite and not comment on how incredibly RED Bug Man was getting, instead just stepping back to watch their interaction for a moment before she ran excused herself. Watching them attempting to undermine each other or argue or whatever it is they were currently doing to each other, she could FEEL her inner Italian ROAR. Family was IMPORTANT, did these two not remember that? "OI. You two are brothers aren't you? Clearly both attractive twins." Pointed looks because really, they did look the same. "Start acting like adults and deal with your rivalry in ways that don't inconvenience or endanger innocent bystanders." Looking at you, Spider-man. She stepped closer to the bench to grab her abandoned purse and pulled out a couple of coins, enough to cover a round of drinks and shoved it at the nearest twin. "Now go... bond or something." She nodded her head at both of them before turning to head off the opposite direction.
She did pause when she remembered her manners and turned back to at least attempt a smile at them, "Lovely to meet you both." Lies.
And then she was off. As quickly as she possibly could.
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Aww, man! Logan had ALMOST had a date with her in the bag. He frowned as the lady gave them some reprimands and/or advice (and it went in one ear and out the other) and then some coins, which he caught with one hand. "Thanks, same to you," he replied cheerfully, not at all bothered by her rejection as he waved her off. Obviously she wasn't thirsty then. Her loss!
"So," he turned to his brother, or should we say, the Kool Aid Man (geddit, because of all his blushing?!). Logan wasn't offended by the comments about his logic, or intelligence. Hah. He brushed them off and elbowed his twin instead. "Looks like I'll be buying you a drink to help cool your face down.... Moribund's sound good?"
And without waiting for an answer, he took off in the direction of Knockturn Alley.
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...HE HAD OFFENDED HER? Scottie couldn't win with this woman! Maybe she was just that type of person? She seemed like it. Damned if you do and if you don't kinda thing. Even his EARS were red by the time she finished fussing at them - she had called him attractive AND was suggesting he go brotherly bond with Logan? Ugh.
Just, ugh.
"Why did she...pay us...." he was so confused, but before he could voice his confusion, his brother was suggesting Moribund's. He stiffened, but nodded. "Sure...whatever...." and he slid into step with Logan.
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Another year was starting - which meant another year of working at this job that Nyx had an extreme love-hate relationship with. While she would NEVER admit it out loud, she was starting to become more attached to her stupid desk job in the Games and Sports office. She liked seeing the same faces every day, and something was oddly comforting about having to do paperwork every Friday. Yet that meant her professional quidditch career, which had been the only thing in her life that had mattered for the longest time, was slipping further and further away. With each day she stayed at her desk job, she could feel that dream falling through her fingers. She tried not to think about it, yet she was CONSTANTLY thinking about it.
So today she was trying to just focus on getting back into the swing of things after their long break, sipping on the coffee she'd just picked up and doing some people watching before heading to work. Not that there were many people out in the cold. Nyx loved the cold, but she knew many people didn't.
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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom
Another year was starting - which meant another year of working at this job that Nyx had an extreme love-hate relationship with. While she would NEVER admit it out loud, she was starting to become more attached to her stupid desk job in the Games and Sports office. She liked seeing the same faces every day, and something was oddly comforting about having to do paperwork every Friday. Yet that meant her professional quidditch career, which had been the only thing in her life that had mattered for the longest time, was slipping further and further away. With each day she stayed at her desk job, she could feel that dream falling through her fingers. She tried not to think about it, yet she was CONSTANTLY thinking about it.
So today she was trying to just focus on getting back into the swing of things after their long break, sipping on the coffee she'd just picked up and doing some people watching before heading to work. Not that there were many people out in the cold. Nyx loved the cold, but she knew many people didn't.
Ever since the looting of Diagon Alley several months back, Zachaël had felt a great unrest when it came to leaving the Owl Post for any purpose. It was a task that was easily avoiding considering his flat lay adjacent and connected to the establishment itself - and he could watch the owls swooping in and out of their individual coops from his bedroom window - but there were certain errands he no longer tasked to his employees. Submitting deposite to Gringotts was among those and what he was on his return from now with a Great Grey Owl perched upon his shoulder, her talons sinking into the cherry red towel draped over his shoulder while her head spun warily around at all who passed.
"Shhh, easy now, Nuria," the curly haired former Slytherin cooed while caressing her breast feathers with the back of his index finger, even allowing her to nip at his thumb as part of the nervous tick she had picked up since the assault on his business. "Easy there girl." Retracting his fingers, the man puckered up and gently smacked his lips together for a little beak to man affection.
And he wondered why he was single and utterly hopeless in the field of romance.
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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
Daniel had spent much of the day in and out of shops on Diagon Alley, the money he had been given by his Father was starting to run low, luckily he was pretty much sorted for school stuff. He waddled over to the nearest free park bench trying not to drop anything til he got there, there was much to sort out and he was beginning to feel like he could use an extra pair of arms. He sat there for a while, books either side of him, a bundle of school supplies on his lap whilst his mind drifted off to the letter he had sent off at the start of the day to his Father who he had not seen since the school holiday started, what would happen if he ran out of money before he showed up again? ... Daniel tried to push that to the back of his mind as he absent mndedly started flicking through the new charms book, it had that new book smell to it.
After a short while he started to band together the books to make them easier to carry, he cast a look down to his list to see if there was anything else he was missing or if it was time to start thinking about heading home
Ashley was tired out from shopping. She would have brought her friends or bodyguards with her, but she couldn't exactly DO that, because they were all muggles. Instead, she was here all alone, sitting on a bench between a bookstore and a clothing shop. She was really only sitting there to rest her legs, but she may also have accidentally been resting her eyes. She was in the middle of a nightmare, so she WASN'T resting her mind. The only indicator of said nightmare was a slight frown on her face and her crossed arms. But it was only a catnap. Anyone sitting down next to her would be in for a surprise. Because paranoia and tiredness didn't mix very well.
Ashley was tired out from shopping. She would have brought her friends or bodyguards with her, but she couldn't exactly DO that, because they were all muggles. Instead, she was here all alone, sitting on a bench between a bookstore and a clothing shop. She was really only sitting there to rest her legs, but she may also have accidentally been resting her eyes. She was in the middle of a nightmare, so she WASN'T resting her mind. The only indicator of said nightmare was a slight frown on her face and her crossed arms. But it was only a catnap. Anyone sitting down next to her would be in for a surprise. Because paranoia and tiredness didn't mix very well.
Mamie had not exactly done any shopping for supplies yet, but she had wandered away with permission from her Babulya to get a snack. She spotted what looked like her friend Ashley on a bench in the street, so she made a detour in that direction.
It wasn't until she got closer that she realized the other girl's eyes were closed. "Are you sleeping?" she asked loudly, leaning down to peer at her friend's face, a little closer than she probably needed to be.
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<-------- actual photo of Logan Ferguson. 
See? He wasn't just a prankster. He was a million times more suave than his sibling. 
