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Street Vendors https://i.postimg.cc/nLMWVMRK/street...rs-banner2.jpg Though numerous street peddlers line the streets of Diagon Alley, customers would be wise to be wary of them. Any number of items can be found hawked on the streets daily, many useless and some illegal. One might be able to buy a cheaper wand, running the risk of it exploding during use. Bottoms have been known to fall out of the defective cauldrons bought from one of the carts. Not all is bad, though. Discounted jewelry can be bought, though the gold or gems may not be pure. One some days, a hag comes through with a cart of wind-chimes, some proclaimed to warn of burglars. Often, knick-knacks and small décor can be found in various carts. Be warned, though – sometimes the items being sold have been stolen from others. |
Eiji/Pixie! Nettie had gone shopping with her older brother Jimmy babysitting her the past two years, so she had never really had the option to get out and explore on her own. By explore, she obviously meant sample all the food. That Cauldron Bread was practically CALLING her name as she headed down near the street vendors, her grumbling stomach definitely encouraging her to grab one. She picked one with chowder and sat down on a nearby bench, ready to dig in. Hmm, perhaps this would have been easier to eat at a table...should have thought this through a bit more... |
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Save for that of his stomach rumbling. The Leaky Cauldron was far too expensive and he had no sweet tooth that needed assuring, so to the vendors it was. And he easily spotted Trinetta with the exact same thought in mind. "Which did you get?" And was it good? Worth the money? |
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"Do you want to try some?" she asked, scooping up some with her spoon and holding it out slightly in offering. |
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"Not bad." It was good...but not the sort of thing he wanted to spend his money on at the moment. Leans back a little, mostly so he could observe her a bit more clearly. "You're looking well." For the record. |
Patrick walked through the streets of Diagon Alley as his stomach grumbled at him. He wasn’t sure just how much longer he could wait on food. He had been hoping his mom would grab him for lunch but she had texted him about an hour ago letting him know that he really needed to get some food. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was going to get yet but he knew he was going to get food. He pushed his hand in his pocket to figure out what kind of money he had in his hand and figure out his meal. He looked around the street trying to see if he knew anyone around the street. Spotting no one he decided on a bread bowl and walked over toward the stand. |
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Having just bought herself a bubble waffle, she was about to leave for some window shopping over at Madame Malkin's when she spotted someone who looked familiar. It was the Slytherin Prefect! They weren't close but he would do as company for now, so Anahera quickly headed over to him. "Hey." She grinned while putting a piece of strawberry into her mouth with her wooden fork. "Are you getting something to eat?" At this point she'd tried moooooost of the items that were sold around here. She was basically an expert. |
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He smiled brightly like he often did to those he knew. It was a habit that he wasn't afraid of anymore. He had gained more confidence as he had grown into his height and his new teenage body. It was weird being almost 15. "Hey. Yeah I'm going to try and get a kebab." he smiled back, trying to see what she had gotten. "What'd you get?" He peered over into her hands as he kept his hands in his pockets of his jeans arms flexing in the black t-shirt he had on. The most muggle outfit he could have on in Diagon Alley. |
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She took another bite and then smiled when he said she was looking well. It was hard NOT to be in a great mood, considering how excited she was to see the dictator of Hogwarts get kicked to the curb at the end of term. “Thanks!” she said with a hair flip. “As do you. Good summer so far?” She asked. |
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Sorry not sorry. "I'm eating a bubble waffle with chocolate sauce and strawberries." She tore off a piece of the waffle, dipped into the sauce and held it out to him. "Wanna try?" Because she had A LOT of waffle. |
Anyone? Ivanna brushed back her red hair and she took a whiff from one of the street food carts. Nothing pleased the young Quidditch player quite like the smell of good food. She'd learned back in her school days that nothing beat street vendor food, especially during festival times. Sure, it wasn't quite a festival and it wasn't quite world cup yet, but it seemed like the stalls were popping up and the sales season was in full swing. She walked a few stalls down and repeated the process. |
Anyone Quidditch was in the air, the minds, the food, the clothes, and every other aspect it could find as far as Jorge could see. It had been the topic of everything for months now and honestly, the editor and chief was getting tired of it. He liked quidditch, but he wasn't the full-blown excited fan that most were, he didn't even care to have his children play, but they both seemed to enjoy it, so he stayed quiet about it. He had his reasons for his not so excited tone, but he held it in for the good of the paper, his friends, and his wife. Today he was out trying to find some news that might not be quidditch related and all he found was quidditch. He should have known better to go out looking for something during the very week the match was to be played. Especially near the street vendors, which seemed to have doubled since the last time he walked around. Did they all have permits, which if they didn't could be a good story about the illegal happenings during a match. Actually, that could be a good angle to put someone on. Pulling out a small notebook he wrote down some notes to take into his journalist and see what they could come up with. There had to be some things going on, had anyone been near Knockturn Alley recently? |
Hungry, she was. Picking through the coins in her pocket, without trying to lose any of them, Odaline was trying to get enough together for a meal that she could make last for the entire day or even through tomorrow. She knew that one place sold these bread bowls and she figured that if she asked nicely for the bread that had been cut out of the bowls.. she might get a deal. Bread was filling. And she could portion it for a little while if it was wrapped properly. |
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That was why he found himself here, at the street vendors. Whatever he wanted to spend his money on, he could find it here. If he wanted a treat he could get that from one of the vendors. If he wanted to find something neat for one of his sisters he was sure he could find that here too. It was so fun looking at all the interesting things. Then he saw someone he recognized! Someone from school! He couldn't remember her name but he knew she was in the same year as him. Wait! Yes, she was the one who bit people sometimes. Luckily, that didn't bother Alexander. He considered everyone a friend, and he was just excited to see someone from school. "HI!" He called out to her and waved enthusiastically. |
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The languages of tourists all around her had sank into white noise and she no longer cared about paying attention to it all. However, the loud calling of 'hi' and the waving made her drop her money on the floor and STARE at the kid that she recognised. There were many choice words that she had for him right now. But instead, she hissed and dove to the floor to collect her coins. |
Just in Jorge's nature... Odaline and Alexander He had been watching all around him so of course, he had noticed the children running around, but one stood out from the rest. A little girl that seemed uneasy and looking at her coins. He had seen this many times in his years of searching for stories, but it meant many different things. A little girl spending her allowance, a child who just got money from her parents, or a child without parents trying to get something without having enough money. He wasn't fully sure which this was and he knew some got offended when others tried to help, but Jorge wasn't one to just not do anything. As he strolled down the alley looking at the vendors he came to a stop in front of the children, "Hello there, my name is Jorge De La Garza and I'm the editor at the Daily Prophet. Mind if I ask you a few questions about summer? I'll buy you both something from one of the food vendors if you help me out with my story. It's about the fun things kids can do around here in the summer." Hopefully, that was a way to get them food if they needed and if they didn't he would maybe make their day by not spending their own allowance on food. |
SPOILER!!: Odaline and Jorge Alexander had started to walk toward her after calling out and waving. So he was approaching when he saw her drop her coins. Oops. Had he startled her and made her drop her money? That definitely had not been his intention. But Alexander liked to be helpful, and he didn't want her to lose any of the coins, so he dived to the ground as well, scooping up some change from under people's feet. "Here," he said happily, holding the handful of coins he'd scooped up out in her direction. When a man approached them, Alexander remained wary at first. He wasn't really supposed to talk to strangers. There were all kinds of people in Diagon Alley, some of them not very nice. But he said he was from the Daily Prophet, so that sounded alright. Except... what if he was just saying that to make them think he was alright? "Do you have a badge?" |
Oda focused on the floor as she picked up as many of the coins as she could. She was hoping to mask the tears that had filled her eyes at the thought of everyone maybe looking at her. When Alexander (yes, she knew who he was) offered her the coins, she clawed them out of his palm and stuffed them immediately back into her pocket before screwing her eyes shut and getting rid of the tears so she could stand up. Only...when she stood up, there was a man there. And Odaline knew well enough that a man was just as easily a bad man as he could be a good man. So Oda said nothing, only looked the man over. Which pocket was thicker than the other and therefore concealed a wallet. Where his wand was holstered. And how she could get away from here in a matter of seconds after taking both of those things. |
Jorge watched both children and smiled at the boy, that was good that he asked, but he assumed he was from Hogwarts and always expect the worst when raised there. His own children in a different school he wasn't at all thrilled to ever have any children attend there, though his niece and nephew did. "Of course I have my badge" reaching into the front pocket he pulled his Daily Prophet ID out and showed them both. "Now, I do have a self-writing quill I hope that won't be to distracting if you will answer just a few questions." Pulling out his quill so it looked legit he started thinking of questions to ask. "So what is fun around the alley this summer? Is there enough activities or do the youth feel that there should be more?" |
Lena had untangled herself from her mum, who was busy with Elsie and Oliver, and jingled the coins that were in her pocket. She was hungry and it to the Street Vendors she went. Partly because she was always fascinated by them, but also because she wanted to stay close enough to her mum that she could wave out if her mother noticed she was missing. Which she wouldn't, because Lena was invisible to her. Being at Hogwarts had been great though, and she loved that she wasn't having to take responsibility of her siblings. Nope, she was being taken care of. She saw the cauldron bread and had a sudden craving for one, even though it was warm. She loved soup. |
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Aoife stopped to inspect some jewelry offered at one cart. Their offerings were...eclectic, but nothing really seemed perfect. Not like the left-handed mug her sister got her, which read, I might be left-handed but I'm always right, and would spill on you if you tried to drink it right-handed. Frowning, Aoife renewed her search. Maybe it would be faster to ask? There was a girl, probably about Aoife's age --it was hard to tell as she was facing away--, in the queue for...breaded soup bowls? Odd. Though, she might know, so Aoife marched up to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. "Em, sorry. Do you know if any of t'e vendors sell chips? I want to try dipping t'em in my butterbeer and see how t'ey taste." |
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SPOILER!!: Oda and Jorge Ouch, that kind of hurt. He glanced at his palm where she had scratched him and even left a little red mark. But it was okay. He was going to assume that it was an accident. But she looked... not great. What was it, exactly? Upset? He couldn't really tell for sure because he didn't know her well enough to know what she was usually like. "Are you, um, alright?" He peered at the badge the man was showing them. Okay, seemed legit. That was good enough for him! He wasn't quite sure how to answer those questions though. What activities were there even around the alley? This was a place for shopping, not having fun. Not that some shopping couldn't be fun. "Um, I don't think there are very many activities. But I like to get ice cream. That's fun! Or buy candy." Was that what he wanted? Alexander glanced at... what was the girl's name again? It definitely started with an O. Or maybe an A. |
SPOILER!!: Jorge and Alexander She hadn't answered the boy from her year when he asked if she was alright.. instead, Oda wiped at her eyes and ignored anything to do with the emotions she had shown. Vulnerability was not something Buchanans showed or felt or were allowed to know existed. The adult had shown his badge but Odaline still wasn't convinced but she would at least listen to the conversation and maybe answer. If it got her something to eat, that was. "Boring." She muttered. This summer, all anyone talked about was the flying thing. Which was good in some way because she had stolen at least four wallets from unsuspecting tourists. But she was still bored and alone. |
Open post! Post-World Cup, Conley had expected to be able to spend more time with his boyfriend. However, that had not been the case. Business had kept them apart. Post-game paperwork and investigations were in full swing, and he was expecting his undercover buyers to be called in for questioning at some point. He also hadn’t expected October to sneak up so quickly. Usually around this time of year, he fell into a rather depressed state. This year, the depression wasn’t as significant as years past. While that was a good thing, it left him feeling guilty. Which is why he was going to cancel his plans with Sachin this weekend. He needed to spend a little time alone, he thought. He needed to figure out a few personal things. He wanted to send something to Sachin as a gift and an apology for canceling their plans. Should he send flowers? Sweets? A little token of affection? He wasn’t sure. At least while he browsed he would be able to relax a little. |
Open Things has started to pick up in the alley. Not completely since the kids weren’t filling the isle, but enough that she felt obligated to take a break from her work. She needed a snack and she figured coming down here would be her best bet. Glancing around she tried to decide what exactly she wanted. But how could she decide when everything smelled and sounded so good. |
for Amy This was not the way that Irina had pictured her summer going. She knew that she was going to have to work with her father and she knew that she was going to busy, but she had imagined that she would have SOME time to go out and see a couple people and, like, get a tan. But instead, Irina had quite literally been locked in her house since the moment she had gotten home from Hogwarts. Her father had put her to work and kept her from reaching out to anyone. She had slacked in her combat training when she was gone away at school, but did she think she needed to train all day every day??? No. It had been two weeks since Irina had seen anyone from school when she was finally allowed out of her house. She bolted to DA, naturally, since that was where most of the people her age hung out during the summer. She had sent a note to one person in particular, one person she wanted to see the most. One person who was probably wondering where she had been. |
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And, in typical Connor fashion, he dropped everything to meet her there. The note still in his hand, he looked up and looked around, she had to be around here somewhere, right? |
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That realization was weird, though. "Hi," she whispered as she hugged him, hoping that somehow her hug would tell him that she was sorry for what he probably thought was two weeks of her ignoring him. She was going to explain as much as she could, but formulating the words was going to be difficult. |
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"Everything alright?" he asked. By which he was trying to convey both that he missed her and he was worried and that he assumed there was a reason she wasn't in contact. There... there had to be, right? Judging by this hug it didn't seem to him like he made it all up. |
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Finally, Irina pulled back, glancing away and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I've been... training. My father put me to work as soon as I got home." She knew she would have to work this summer, but she didn't expect to start as soon as she had. "He got me a new combat instructor, too. Says I'm rusty... even though it's his fault for sending me to Hogwarts." He KNEW Hogwarts didn't have combat training, so... yeah, it was his fault. So, she was... fine? |
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"Are you hurt?" he asked, still looking for any signs of bruises or other injury. And more importantly... "Are you caught up now?" Meaning, did she have a bit more free time now? |
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His second question would receive a disappointing answer. "I missed a school year's worth of practice. I don't think I'll ever be caught up." Meaning, no, she didn't have more free time, and her summer was going to be very much NOT fun. "But I have today. And... you're here." Convenient. |
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That was a problem for future Connor though. He nodded, understandingly. "Maybe next term you can find someone to spar with." he suggested. That way she wouldnt be pushed as hard next summer. Hopefully? But that last statement made him smile. "You have today. And I'm here." he repeated, dopey smile still on his face. |
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The Bulgarian girl tried not to smile, but failed. She nodded, lips tight, and then turned toward the rest of the alley, eyes downward so as not to seem TOO excited about spending the afternoon with Connor. "Let's look around then," she said as she began to move towards the vendors. She had no idea what was there, but... it was something to distract her. |
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"You hungry?" he asked glancing at her as they walked. "Maybe we could grab some food?" If not, he was fine just browsing stores. He'd be fine doing anything really. |
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"Yes, it does," she replied with a short nod. It would get her dad off her back about training and she would actually be able to improve - as long as her sparring partner was any good. Combat also helped her release some pent up tension that she had... always. Irina glanced at Connor and then looked around, considering the last time she ate. "I could eat," she responded with a small smile and then looked at some of the vendors. "Do you know what is good here?" because she hadn't been to Diagon Alley very many times and she wasn't sure what was good and what wasn't. |
Open Post The last time Conley had been in Diagon Alley, he had been searching for the perfect present for his cousin and best friend Winnie. Today, he was running a few errands. He had a few packages to mail to his family and he was planning on stopping by the sweet shop to pick up something for Sachin. He wasn’t sure if his fiancé was going to be home tonight, but he was sure whatever he picked up would keep. However, as he walked down the street, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he became uneasy. It was the same sensation he used to get when while being watched when he was younger and worked out in the field. And it was a senation he had been feeling it more and more often lately. On his way home from the ministry. When he went out to walk Duke. Even sometimes while he was walking around the Ministry. Sachin said he was being paranoid. Conley wasn’t so sure. He fought the urge to stop walking or to look around him. If was being watched, that was the worst thing he could do. So he continued walking normally, but paying more attention to his peripheral vision. There was a cart nearby and he walked up to it, not caring what it was. He hoped there was something on the care that was shiny that he could use to check his surroundings. |
Natethegreat and also open to anyone else Food. That is what the gaunt looking Spencer Rogers was looking for on this sunny afternoon. Sure, he could have gone to almost any other place in Diagon Alley but there was just something about food stalls that just called to him. Cheap. That’s what it was. He was broke. Working in a music shop in London, although very cool did not pay well at all and when you lump on top of that paying for an apartment? The numbers didn’t favour him. This Tyneside lad was broke. Or rather, he was dragging his baby toe across the line that was broke. Strolling up the street, wincing every few steps, hands in his pockets to stop the jangle of knut’s and sickle’s, his eyed the various stands with his one good eye in search of his regular stop off point for a moment become coming to a standstill in front. “stupid eye…” he grumbled under his breath as he almost comically turned his head on a swivel in search of the meaty skewers his stomach longingly desired. Having one closed up, black eye really did make it surprisingly hard for him. |
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*tap click click* *tap click click* The sound of a short pump and majestic cane rang out a bit on the rather quiet day, as Roselynn Voss made her daily stroll around the Alley. She was a bit antsy today as the Essex native was waiting to here back about whether or not she had gotten the position she applied for in the Ministry. Hopefully she would get to a Senior Investigator in the IUMO department, however, she wouldn't be surprised if they gave her Junior Investigator to start. That didn't stop the 27 year old's hopes and ambitions though. If there was a goal in sight, Roselynn would almost be sure to see that it was achieved. Ambition ran through the Voss' family blood, as her parent's were both Italian immigrants with a dream to make it big here in England. And they didn't expect any less of their daughter either. *tap click click* Eventually, Roselynn made her way over to some of the food vendors as her stomach started to growl a bit. Hazel eyes scanned the one cart before falling upon a gentleman who looked particularly beat up. It made her grow rather concerned for the lad in all honesty. "Excuse me sir, I hope I'm not intruding, but do you need some assistance with that shiner you have there?" Her soft and melodic voice showing her worry. But hopefully, she didn't tread a line as it's not something you'd expect to hear from a stranger. |
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At least it couldn’t get any worse for him. But… Wincing slightly now, he turned the sound of a woman’s voice and she was asking him how he had got his black eye? What was it with people these days? You’d swear they were brought up to be so rude. Looking at her with his one good eye now, he took in the hazel eyes and soft voice for a moment, finally deciding to not chew her out. Not because he cared if her feeling got hurt but because it was just too draining. “I fell. Landed on my eye. How do you usually get black eyes?” he replied, his voice neutral now as he looked back, his brown eyes resting on the cane for a brief moment before moving back to her. |
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"Well a fight perhaps, or some other form of accident." Her one hand now reaching out towards him. "My name is Roselynn, Roselynn Voss. I certainly meant no offense upon asking. I was only going to ask if you needed some assistance with that." Roselynn paused before continuing "My mother was a nurse, so she taught me a few tricks or too that might help, so I thought I'd offer as it seems to be causing some pain." A smile washed over her face to hopefully cut the odd tension in the air as well. She was no stranger when it came to weird situations like this, and how to go about diffusing them. Also, Roselynn knew one of the things that helped her get through bad days was just simply looking at others smile. |
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Eying her hand for a second, he simply gave her a small nod before replying “Spencer. Spencer Rogers” both of his hands still in his pockets. No because he was trying to intentionally be rude, it just hurt him to raise his hands and he didn’t fancy screaming out in pain in the middle of Diagon Alley. Scaring people with loud screams of pain. Not the best for business. “I’m all good thanks. I’ll be healed in no time. These are just scratches” They were not. “I’ve had worse” he tacked on at the end. Just to make sure that she got the idea. He didn’t need help. He didn’t want help. He wouldn’t accept help. Was it obvious that he was fed up of everyone babying him? They didn’t understand that Rogers don’t ask for help. It only makes things worse. Trying his best not to look bored, he changed his expression to that of someone who was actually interested for a moment. See, what a gent! Listening to family histories like he was some kind of history student or something. “Well, that must have come in handy growing up. Kids get into also sorts of accidents, don’t they” his answer more of a statement than a question now. Kids got into accidents. Everyone knew that. Taking a deep breath, the blonde-haired tween shifted his weight ever so slightly to one side, tilting his head as he did so that he could actually see her better. If we going to act as though this conversation was riveting, he’d have to play the part well, even if it did hurt his aching ribs. |
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Quite shocked that he declined the offer, Roselynn had to hold back a concerned look. This kid really is tough. She thought to herself. Looking him up and down, Roselynn stated "Yes, it really did come in handy growing up. Whenever I did manage to go a bit too far with whatever, my mother was always there to fix me up in a heart beat." She couldn't help but reminisce about her now late mom, and the days when she was younger. If only I could turn back time to when I was Spencer's age, and live life precariously again. The thought raced across the 27 year old's mind as she couldn't help but realize that life was soaring past at such a fast speed. It was all so marvelous, but dreary at the same time in this quizzical blend of awesomeness and confusion. "Well, I can't forcibly heal you, however I would strongly recommend you see someone. As it does sound like you took quite the fall." Before she forgot, she added "Do you happen to attend Hogwarts by any chance?" Roselynn was curious, because her ward, Chanel, was to start attendance next year and she wanted to try and find someone to make sure she'd be alright there. There was no doubt she'd be fine, however Roselynn was very much a motherly figure towards the girl. And she'd much rather be safe than sorry. |
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“I don’t need any help” he continued, pausing only to add “But thanks anyway” simply not to sound as rude as he most likely already did. And then he snorted, his smile a little too wide now. Did he really look that young? That innocent? “No. Not at all. I finished a year ago” He supposed that it hadn’t been that long since he’d finished. “Do I really look so young?” finally deciding to ask the question in the end, his head tilted to one side rather amused. With his eye too, he’d assumed he would have looked older. It really did say something that this woman, Roselynn, had somehow managed to distract him with her silly questions from is second love. Food. With his stomach grumbling, he turned again in search of the food stall his stomach longed for quickly, turning back after he still couldn’t find it. “Don’t s’pose you know where the food stand that sells kebabs are, do ya?” |
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"Ahh, yes. The kebabs." Her hands now folding together in front of her body. "I'd just point you in that direction, but, I'm guessing...?" After saying that, she gestured to her eye, to non verbally ask if he'd be able to see where she was pointing. Oh dear That might have come across rude as well. That was another curse of hers; Roselynn would typically say what she was on her mind without thinking about it. So to help clarify, she added "I didn't mean to sort of rub salt in the wound with that by the way. I can lead you there instead, unless you'd rather me just point it out to you." |
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He didn’t take her words seriously. As snippy as Spencer Rogers is, he can generally tell when people are trying to actually insult him. Sure, he sometimes he takes offence when he shouldn’t but that’s what made it interesting. “It’s cool” was all he said in reply to her apology now, his pale face a picture of ease. “I mean, you don’t have to go out of your way to show me. "I’m sure I’ll be able to get this if you point me towards it” assuming he could see it with his good eye obviously. After all, it couldn't be too far away. |
for Miss K8 <3 Summmmmmmer time! It was Skeet's absolute favourite time of the year, tied with Christmas. But it wasn't Christmas. It was SUMMER, but things were kinda different. He knew for a fact that his parents were being extra strict with him now because he was about to enter fifth year. It would be HOOT year for him because of OWLs aka those gross exams the other older students spent months studying for—who does that?!—and his mum and dad clearly think he won't be taking them seriously. Of course, he was taking them sErIoUsLy! His 'rents cut him deep sometimes, sheesh! Naturally, Skeet wanted every reason to leave the house and avoid ~things~ so he was here in Diagon Alley again today. Away from his parents, away from their constant reminder to take everything seriously because his future depended on it, away from SawYEET and his weirdness, away from everything in general. The Gryffindor was good at avoiding things, as one might notice. Skeet decided to deviate from his usual high street places, and so the street vendor stalls caught his eye immediately. He peered at the knick-knacks available for purchase, but more importantly at the FOOD in display. Eyeing the popcorn stall specifically, the incoming fifth year contemplated whether he wanted to splurge on a couple of those crazy flavours or save his coins for something in one of the legit shops. Skeet Octavian Sayse was actually thinking twice before doing something. Weirder things have happened among these parts! |
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It was a PITY. But Aboli was determined to make the most of her day here. She wondered who she could run into or who she could possibly make friends TAP TAP She TAPPED his shoulder twice but quickly scooted away-- maybe he would notice her, maybe not, but she had practically trampled a woman's foot as she dodged away. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEH |
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Skeet clicked his tongue as he contemplated on his options, and then rubbed his forehead as he mentally berated himself for even thinking. His brain could only handle so much processing and it wasn't used to weighing pros and cons. His train of thought, which resembled more like a rollercoaster actually, was halted when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Two taps, actually. One tap would've felt accidental but two of them basically called for his attention, so he turned to the side to see who it was... ...Only to be greeted by a death glare and an earful from a woman. Confused and insulted, Skeet gave the lady a sassy 'eXcUsE mE' look before turning away and unintentionally stepping on Aboli's toes as a result. "OOF!" The Gryffindor yelped and immediately removed his foot from the girl's. And GRINNED. "Eeeeey, mami!" No, he totally didn't just step on her foot and forgot about it. Nope. |
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Skeet was fuuuuuuunny. Aboli really liked his presence and existence. He was probably 75% idiot, but she didn't really care. He made up for it by being entertaining as heck. Also, her standards weren't very high. Aboli was just lonely from having been homeschooled for so long, she found anyone who was nice to her AND interesting to be a good friend. For now. Perhaps once she was at Hogwarts, her standards would lift. She also found his little nickname for her a little ~flattering. Heh! "It's Aboli," she said with a chuckle and a grin as she scrambled to stand up once more. "I couldn't help myself. You were too good to pass up on trying to prank." She winked. "Should watch out once we're at schoool....I can use magic there," she said with a playful tone. |
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One of Skeet's eyes twitched and he quickly raised his hands to his ears, protecting them from aLL THE NOISE. "Whoa WHOA wHOA! Do ya mind???" He said, as if he wasn't the reason behind the girl's screech. No, sir, he was very innocent. Don't even think about looking this way! Aboli's screech wasn't even that loud, but the Gryffindor was known to be a fan of exaggerations. Skeet made a FACE at the girl as he pushed himself up and onto his feet. "That old lady gave me an EARFUL!" Like that wasn't obvious. He didn't think it was funny when it happened to him, alright?! Maybe if they switched roles...okay, that would have sent him howling! "But you should find someone else to make your victim at school." The Gryffindor tutted. That was half a joke. Or was it? MaYbE? He would have been so into that wink if she didn't just make him look like a complete fool in such a public place, ya know? |
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She glanced back at the older lady who was still muttering away and simply shrugged. "She'll get over it. Old people always have something to complain about." Her Daadee was a perfect example of that. Her Daada, on the other hand, was probably the sweetest old person she knew. It helped that he was a psychologist. "I didn't embarrass you that much. Don't be a whimp, Skeet Skeet McGee." She had JUST come up with that nickname just NOW. "But fine. No more pranks on you. You can just help me get other people once we're at school. If you're not still MAD at me by then," she smirked a bit. Annoying people was her SPECIALTY.....lucky for Skeet, she liked him, so she wouldn't mess with him that much. "So...whatcha getting from this stand? What're they selling?" she stood on her tippy toes to try to see. The smell of popcorn wafted by with the breeze. "Ooooh! Popcorn..." Why did popcorn always smell SO delicious? Aboli could have eaten an entire ten course meal and if someone decided to eat popcorn, the smell would entice her to eat like an entire bucket even if she was stuffed to her capacity! Her mum, too! Perhaps the love of popcorn just ran in their genes. |
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Skeet had completely ignored the old lady now. He had the impression that if he looked back at her and made eye contact again, he wouldn't hear the end of it. He didn't need any of that anymore when he's got a lot of it at home. "Go on, then, go step on her foot too and see how that goes for ya," the Gryffindor suggested with a cheeky grin. However, even THAT is automatically wiped off his face when she attacks her again! She was so RUDE! "Watch ya mouth!" He also paused and made a judgey look at her too. "Funny nickname ya got there. I don't like it!" Skeet Skeet....McGee? WhAt iS tHaT? Lucky for Aboli, Skeet was 10000% down for all the pranks. It was HIS thing, and so was stirring trouble. One can only imagine the number of times he'd been thrown to detention and gotten into trouble at Hogwarts? OH RIGHT, HE WAS THINKING ABOUT THE POPCORN TOO. "Ya! I want some of em too but I can't decide if I want the confetti one or the berry flavoured one." Both of which were exotic flavours worth trying, if you asked him! "Will ya got get some too?" |
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"Well if that's the case..." She replied. Adding a nod before pointing to one of the stalls on the left. "The kebabs are right over there." Hmm. Did she want a kebab as well? The thought was rather tantalizing, and she was growing pretty hungry, but she decided to not grab one. Roselynn would probably just visit the leaky cauldron after her visit to Madame Pimpernelle's. With that being said, Roselynn said "Alas, I must be on my way. Have a good rest of your day, and I hope everything heals. Farewell Spencer." And with that, the lady had walked away. |
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Aboli just smiled sweetly at him. She would NOT be stepping on anyone's foot on purpose right now. She could see in the future why it might be beneficial to step on someone's foot...if she didn't like them...and then, she'd play it off as an accident. She didn't even think she'd purposely step on her brothers' feet, either. It seemed so violent. Not that Aboli didn't have violent tendencies-- she sometimes DID...but stepping on a FOOT seemed not her style for whatever reason. "Why don't you like it? It's not a bad nickname or anything." She shrugged. She wouldn't call him it if he didn't really like it....but it was such wasted potential. But they had moved on to the popcorn, hadn't they? "Both sound good. I just want the weirdest one." It was becoming a pattern for her, to try the oddest foods whenever she tried a new place. It was like an adventure, though, and one that couldn't result in any harm. She squinted at the menu...."PICKLE!" she squeaked. "THE PICKLE ONE." |
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"Ehhhh, well...." Skeet started and proceeded to say whatever came first to mind because he was like that. No filter. His mouth spat out words like a broken tap spewed water. "It doesn't sound like me! Gimme a cooler nickname and then we'll talk!" And no, if she was thinking about making him give up his nickname for her, that wasn't happening either. It's mami or none at all! Honestly? The gagging look on his face was too real. "Did you say pickle popcorn?" Skeet stepped forward to see if she was being serious. Did such a flavour even exist? But oh NO, it really was there. Pickle-flavoured popcorn. He didn't even like pickle as it was. Merlin, how dizgoozting! ".....Mami, that looks horrid." Not really. It didn't look that green but pickles and popcorn just didn't seem like a combination that would work, aight? Was she even okay?!?!?! |
Beth !! Well... Diagon Alley... it's been a while. In his own world, the Hogwarts alum watched as some students quickly lined up to make purchases from the vendor carts. He remembered how often Lucas and he would come here during their bro time or nervously bringing Maeve here before the two had become official. Gosh. What fun memories. His attention was stolen by two people in particular who were making quite the ruckus. He chuckled as he watched them interact- he mused that they must have been siblings by the way that they were bickering back and forth. He chuckled as he was reminded of a specific friend of his that he would always bicker with... Ah good ol' gumball girl. He wondered what she was up to now. He figured that she was probably breaking hearts left and right based on her looks. He took out his phone and typed a message to her. "Gumball Girl. I've found our mini-me's." He took note of the time. Right. In three hours, he'd have to be back at the studio to meet with his producer. Eying the time, he looked at the queue in front of him for popcorn and decided he had plenty of time to get someone. He was still a growing boy and he had to keep up his strength, right? |
The message on her phone had brought a smile to the normally perky little blonde’s face. It was nice to know that after all of these years salty still called her gumball girl. It was their special little names for each other. |
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Nah, not GG. She was a good kid so he supposed that she was probably picking up supplies for the upcoming school year. Just as he was about to send another text to make sure she was alive because it was odd NOT to have a quick one off sassy line back from GG, he heard a squeal. SALTY? And there she was. “Gumball Girl!” he smiled and froze as she wrapped her arms around him. She was hugging him? He chuckled at her response when she stepped back. “Hugs already? I take it that you must have REALLY missed me this time… I was just waiting for you to order some popcorn and…” He stopped talking when he saw how sparkly her eyes were. They were a little red around the eyes. Was that a wobbling lip too? Without second thought, Chase wrapped his arms around Beth and pulled her into a very tight hug. He gently rocked her back and forth, trying to comfort her and was just silent. “Who do I need to have a talking with?” He didn't like seeing people cry - especially people he cared about. |
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“I-” he began to interrupt, ready to insist that he would have a talking to this young man. Chase tilted his head slightly, staying quiet and just listening when she spoke. Now was not the time for too much teasing. She needed him. He frowned when he mentioned that she and Ewan broke up. “Beth… ” Was this the first time he was using her name? He didn’t often call her by her first name – her name was pretty and easy to remember. However, the inner voice had always insisted on him calling her by a nickname. It just felt right. “I’m sorry. That must be hard and awkward remaining friends after being very… intimate—I mean close with each other…” he spoke and then went back to listening. Both eyebrows raised when she admitted that she thought that she still loved him. L-love? That was a big word there. “So… what happened between you two?” he asked, wondering who called off the relationship or it was a mutual decision. He chuckled. Her thank you was cute. “Oh I’m the best?” he teased with a smug smile as he started to turn back into the cocky Chase Spenley persona that Beth always brought out in him. Seriously she and Lucas were the only two who brought this side of him out. “Can I get that in writing? I may have to use that one day…” He paused for a beat. Comedic effect you know. “Kidding but I will keep your offer in mind, Beth. I think we should get some popcorn. Food always makes things better.” True Chase Spenley wisdom here, folks. |
Honestly, their friendship had always been such an interesting whirlwind. The whole having a crush on him that she had really tried (and failed) to hide for the longest time until she’d just told him yeah, I liked you for a bit….but really, this was Beth we were talking about. She lied all the time right? Right?...maybe. |
He frowned, continuing to listen and watched as she pout-frowned. Now the next facial expression to appear on Greyvson’s face made Chase wish he had a camera or at least wish he had been recording it because it would have made a solid gif. It also would have been the type of video that he’d hide away and then reveal when he did his best man/ maid of honour / mother of the bride speech at her wedding. Let’s be real here- Chase Spenley was very invested in this friendship so much so if she asked, he’d be gracious enough to accept the role. He wouldn’t show just how excited to accept. He’d act like he expected it as if it was the socially acceptable thing to do. Heh. He laughed. Then again, the thought of Beth being…. Yep. He had to agree with her. “Err… GG, I don’t want details… La LA LALALA LA I’M NOT LISTENING. I DON’T NEED TO KNOW THAT. LA LA LALALA. TOO MUCH INFORMATION. THANK YOU!” Please ignore the two crazy people over here, nice vendors. Don’t kick us out of line because we’re being weird. A man just needed his salty popcorn…. “Oh…” he said. Gosh, he was saying that a lot recently and just listening. “I see. So you guys… grew apart.” That was one of his biggest fears with him and Maeve. What happened if one day, he started having more fun with someone else instead of her. He loved her and all but the fear of them growing apart was very real. He’d ask Lucas for his perspective. Gosh, he wished Lucas was here right now. He’d be the perfect person to offer GG some insight instead of just awkwardly going “Oh” and “I see..” and “I’m sorry”. Spenley felt utterly helpless. “Tea? There’s a Slytherin goat? Lucas never told me about that,” he pouted. “Besides…” If he had longer hair, this would have been the perfect moment for an imaginary hair flip- but he didn’t so he just imagined it in his mind to help bring out his dramatic flair even more. “Besides, how could a goat ever compete with me?” Hand this man an Oscar now. Grammy, Oscar, Emmy, Tony – it’d be his. So popcorn was off the list… “Alright. If not, popcorn which I’ll add is deliciously salty. If I was a Healer, I’d prescribe you a full course of saltiness but I’m not. So instead of popcorn – what do you want. It’s my treat, of course,” he said, nonchalantly before realizing that he was being too nice and too straightforward and there wasn’t much flair. “But keep in mind… I don’t treat everyone..” Just very special people. He did take Lucas out for dinner the other night. He smirked. What a great night.. |
Even if he didn’t say that he was invested, there was a part of her that knew. Deep down. That she was like a little sister to Chase Spenley which was probably why the whole intimacy thing made both of their skin crawl. |
“I wasn’t going to share those details with you. Merlin Beth! A true gentleman never shares intimate details,”
he said. Though to be honest – part of him… Nope. Don’t go there, Chase. Not worth it. Not worth it. He folded his arms and dismissed the terrible thought that made him a terrible person. He remained silent, listening to her talk about how she agreed to it. “That makes sense. You want to be with someone in a relationship that’s genuine. You need some who’s passionate as you. Someone that you can disagree with but agree to move on, of course. Someone who drives you crazy but that’s always your person…” he spoke. He paused, thinking of people that fit the description for him. “A soulmate. You may have to kiss a few frogs here and there to find said guy but I’m sure he’s out there.” Chase was certain of this. Besides, any guy would kill to date Beth. He was sure of that. “But you may need a solid vetting process thus… I’m offering my services for a reduced rate. If you’re interested.” Hopefully she was following what he was putting down or offering… yes? A shoulder pat? He eyed her, flabbergasted that she just patted his shoulder like he was a child. *AAAHEM * He paused and then offered her a smile, before taking his hand and giving her hair a ruffle. Ehehe. Two could play this game. “Anything to help you out. I figured if I was too nice you’d think that something was wrong with me.” And that was when the sentence came that shouldn’t have hit as hard as it did. Oof… you’re like the older brother I never had and sort of regrettably had a crush…. Chase suddenly became quite awkward. He had never thought that she’d admit such a thing outloud but the fact that she just went and brother zoned him was unexpected… Also what was unexpected was his reaction… What… What … It didn’t make sense. Why was he feeling upset all of a sudden? He ignored it, putting a smile on his face. “Makes perfect sense now. But I doubt little Beth would agree with that. We knew she had a MAJOR crush just like Bella did in the Twilight series.” Mhmm.. Yes, he did reference Twilight too, miss GG. |
Beth’s cheeks were already flushed from embarrassment when Chase spoke up saying he wasn’t going to share those details. Merlin, her little hammering heart was starting to calm when he said that. ”honestly, I’m glad of that” she muttered without even looking at him as she took her hand and began to fan it at her neck. |
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“What do you mean by that? I just…. Get you? You’re you and I’m me…” he explained before silencing himself to listen to her. He grabbed her hands and held them in his own. “Beth, listen to me. True love isn’t on and off. True love is kind. True love is annoying. True love is a partner in crime.” He hoped that his words would help her. He let go of her hands a moment later and ran a handt through his hair. “You need my help.” He ignored her whisper. He had heard it but chose to ignore it until he added. “I’m still fun. Ask Maeve.” He folded his arms and pursed his lips. “I’ll have a team. A team of experts. Don’t worry your pretty head, GG. Spenley always gets what Spenley aims for.” He nodded. He had good luck, great athletic skills, and a smart head on his shoulders. He was a catch and was always in the spotlight- he knew it and he knew how to best use it to his own advantage. He may have been a Gryffindor but if he wasn’t a Gryffindor- then he was sure he would have been a Slytherin as his ambition shone through. “Much younger than me. Three years is a lot in experience,” he added with a wink before patting her head again. Baby girl. He’d have to send her that Mamma Mia song after this for sure. He chuckled, placing both hands in his pocket. “Secretly relieved at your confession,” he began and paused. He took a step closer to her and whispered. “But somehow I don’t believe you.” He took a step back and focused his attention on the menu. Chase would get her to admit what was what. One way or another. |
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Chase then offered a genuine smile. “Consider it a deal, Greyvson.” He balanced the popcorn in one hand and then extended his free hand to her to shake. He scrunched up his nose at her sassy retort on not needing to know if he was fun. “Get your mind out of the gutter. If you don’t want to ask Maeve, ask Lucas then.” Mhmm… Hmm. New thought. Did Beth even know Lucas? They were the same house but had he ever introduced the two? “You do know Lucas right..?” “Because it is more fun to have a team. It’s going to be like the Avengers except substitute magic for super powers.” He smirked, really starting to feel more dramatic now. He sighed, looking away from her and the imaginary camera that he imagined was right behind Beth. He didn’t even take note of her comment of having a pretty head. “I see it now – one day we’ll get to watch this moment as a cinematic masterpiece when they decide to film my documentary – it’ll be…” He paused, replaying what she said again after he heard that she’d take the secret to the grave. “Wait. What are you taking to your grave?” he asked, genuinely confused as he tried to run the scene back through his head. “OH.” Surprise Pikachu face. He stood like that for a hot minute before he raised his finger and pointed it at her. “Yes, you better take that to your grave.” He was getting very sloppy and losing his momentum. He brushed away fake tears and clutched his hand to his chest. “I had a moment of weakness.” Sigh. He blinked and pretended to play dumb. “You’re not sixteen?” he repeated. “When did you have your sweet sixteen birthday party then? And why wasn’t I invited? Hmm?” Heh. Every girl had a sweet sixteen, right? He chuckled when she huffed and got all upset about age. Hehe. They were back to fake bickering again. “My mistake.” He offered another smile, pretending to give in to her not being a baby. “I was wrong. You’re not a baby." Beat. Pat pat for dramatic effect and now here's the line."You’re....adorable." Chase Spenley looked absolutely gleeful at this moment when Beth reminded him of how excited he had been to find out that he was right. He enjoyed being right. He knew that she had had a crush on him. The next sentence really tickled him. Secretly want her to be in love with him? He was about to deny it and call her out on her dramatics but decided that she needed a little pick me up. He shrugged his shoulders and oh so nonchalantly, revealed, “I mean- would you blame a guy for wanting that?” Then proceeded to take a piece of popcorn from her bag. Not salty enough. “Anyway to answer your first question about our mini-me’s. Are they going to fall in love or…?” He rocked side to side, debating it. “There’s potential for those two.” |
Oh what was with that look? Chase seemed to have…”are you okay?...we should get something cheesy and melty and gooey next” she nodded as she glanced around the stalls for a moment – his wide-eyed look she had given her after the hair ruffle still making her laugh at least on the inside. ”and you are welcome, besides…I probably owed you for you…y’know putting up with me and my antics” speaking of antics, as she had said the word she had shrugged her shoulder and winked at him for old times sake. |
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MUahahAHHAH. "I KNOW it looks horrid and that's why I WANT it. I'm a bit of a masochist." Enjoying one's own pain seemed to be a family trait, didn't it? She didn't know half of what her mother got up to - but her mother could see it in her....the Ziggy clan enjoyed pain okay? "But I also just....looooooove trying really weird food. I'd put almost anything in my mouth, right?" She chuckled and ruffled his hair playfully. "Also, I live to see the look on people's faces JUUUUUST like the one on yours currently. You look horrified. It's hilarious." It was making her giggle even MORE. So when it was their turn, she cut right in front of him -- ladies first, right? -- and ordered her some PICKLE. POPCORN. Pickled flavored crisps were good so...why would popcorn NOT be good? |
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“Absolutely. Do you dare question my integrity, GG?” he asked, pretending to be offended. Really, he wasn’t. he just enjoyed messing with her. “I would have done it even if you hadn’t dated the bloke. You never introduced Ethan and I. Pity.” If she had, he would have been able to recognize the bloke for sure but perhaps GG didn’t want to get the two involved because they would have competed for her sassiness? He didn’t even know what Ethan was like… other than corny Dad jokes. She was rolling her eyes? “Well that was a LOUD eye roll, Greyvson,” he commented, folding his arms. For some reason, he knew that Lucas and Beth had met but he always felt the need to ask it. “Isn’t he the best? Hyung is always so thoughtful… I just need to help him with girls...” Well… A thought came to mind. Beth was single? Was it worth proposing the idea? “Do you think Lucas is cute?” Daniel… Daniel sounded familiar. “Was he the bloke you had a crush on during your first year? Or was that Patrick? I can’t remember.” “All an act, I’m afraid. Hand me my Oscar, GG,” he joked, returning her smirky grin with one of his own. “I noticed that squeal by the way. That’s enough confirmation to tell me that someone adores me.” Heh. He paused, listening to her theory about being a tumor but not bad. He chuckled, letting her go with it. “Sure. Why not.” He’d entertain the thought… at least. Oh yeah that’s right… He had joined for her birthday. He didn’t comment any further and instead stayed silent at the mention of a shared birthday event. A joint birthday party? Well the notion… “I think that should be fine… I’ll just have to ask my roomie, ” he explained. Not sure if he could host but maybe Lucas would be fine with it? Hold up. “Wait. What are you saying. You’re emotionally done with Hogwarts? What happened and what have you done with Annabeth Chase Greyvson?” Oh yes, he was using full names now, missy. He was very concerned. Mother Hen Chang-Woo Spenley in the house. “Adorable… Awesome… I never said there was a difference.” He paused and then shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, popping a few more pieces of popcorn in his mouth. Chew. Chew. “But I never said they were the same.” She should know that she was pretty awesome. Then there was an unfamiliar name she mentioned. Cordelia… To be honest, she kind of sounded pretentious. He ought not be one to judge but…. Beth wasn’t fond of her twin? Wait. Beth had a twin? Chase could not tell if the She Snake was just pulling his leg right now. How come she had NEVER mentioned a sister to him? “Errmm.. interesting that you mention your sister now? What is she a mighty witch and you’re the victim? When can I meet her?” He doubted that she had a sibling. This was probably just a ruse to hang out with him longer, yes? He frowned at her comment, pretending to be disappointed in it. Then he just sighed. “I suppose that you’re okay, kid.” He gave her a wink, informing her that he was merely jesting. He knew Beth wasn’t fragile but he didn’t want to go too far with her. And then Chase really laughed as she mentioned the little girl hating the nickname. “Did she? I thought she loved it as she nearly tried to murder the poor bloke. She’s had it out for him for day 1. Hate and love… Annoyance and friendship… two sides of the same coin, are they not?” |
Beth Greyvson’s eyes widened with utter GLEE when pizza was brought up. ”that…or grilled cheese – not like cheese toasties but the ones they make in the united states with all the grease and salt and deliciousness” she smiled and might have even made a little bit of a slight happy groan sound at the thought of it. |
“Grilled cheese? Really,” was all he could muster back. He couldn’t stomch one after all this popcorn…. Sheesh.
Oops. Ethan.. He meant Ewan… The names were just oh so similar so the boy thought they were the same. “[b]No, you never did,[b]” he pouted and folded his arms. “You never asked for my approval.” Heh. Would that make her feel really bad and guilty so much so that she would feel compelled to buy him more things? Ehehehe. He frowned when she mentioned that her ex would have gotten jealous. “Seriously? Mate, you need a guy who’s okay with joking around. ” He nodded, slowly listening to her about the popcorn stealer before adding, “So what kind of guy do you like?” He ADORED Lucas. He was his best friend – no, his hyung – his soulmate in terms. But they were both interested in other people, of course. Even if people liked to think they were together wherever they went. They just had a lot of fun. “He needs help with girls so I may ask for a favour from you…” he admitted before pausing… “Then again maybe he’s too sweet for you.” Sweet, awkward, and lovable. He couldn’t bare to see his Lucas get hurt. No. No. He chuckled at the mention of Lucas’ orange hair. “So you DO remember that. Oh man. What a look. Lucas has the ultimate package. Looks, personality, and heart. Any girl would be silly to let him go.” Oh yeah- Reese was the other guy, wasn’t he. “I didn’t have a crush on Patrick,” he added, mimicking her. “Sure thing. You ALWAYS talked about him. Made every guy think you were in looooooooove with him.” Frankly annoying if you asked him. But- would he ever admit how annoying it was? Absolutely NOT. SNORT. “Oops. Did I say we were friends? When did that happen?” he added seriously before nudging her with an elbow and offering a teasing smile. Heh. Okay so they were somewhat friends. A pub? Both eyebrows raised now. He was very intrigued but slightly concerned if he had a birthday party with a friend who wasn’t his girlfriend. “I also have to get Maeve’s thoughts on this…” he explained, not knowing if he needed to go explain full detail of potential jealous girlfriend, yes? “Well… Introduce us,” he simply mused, reaching into his coat pocket to grab his sunglasses. He slipped them on, not realizing that the behavior was somewhat diva-ish. What? It was too sunny for his poor poor eyes. “Saltiness became a badge of pride.” Yes, it did. |
Beth nodded when he asked about the grilled cheese. ”yes, really – with like a sharp irish Cheddar?” she grinned and nodded her head – after all it was one of the best foods E V E R. It was an honest mistake and really – it just made sense since she and Denton had always been friends so it was easy to mix the two up….if you didn’t know them and never met them. |
Sharp cheddar? Hmm.. He could entertain that kind of grilled cheese. “Where can we find that around here?” he asked with a curious glance to his friend. “OOf. Ouch. That’s… That’s gotta be rough for him.” Chase paused again, wondering if the boyfriend – well ex had been jealous of all of GG’s friends that she had given nicknames too. No wonder he broke up with her… Ermm… He shouldn’t have been taking HIS side – he was HER ‘friend’ after all. “So who else has nicknames?” “Lucas would fit that…” His best friend was great . Hilarious and wonderful and… but would he and Beth be a match? He nodded slowly. “No, no. Maybe. Lucas is head over heels for this girl but he won’t ask her out,” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes. His dude had all the swagger, all the kindness, all the smarts and cunningness, and intellectually wonderful things in the world – mixed together made a wonderful friend. Why were girl’s so blind to his affections? “If I were a girl, I’d date him.” Seriously. Lucas Choi was a catch, didn’t she know? “I think you could give him some pointers about dating and whatnot.” “Ewan, Daniel, Reese, and who?” he asked. “I didn’t hear the last name you were oddly quiet, GG.” He smirked mischievously. He knew what name she uttered but he just wanted to make her say it again so he could tease her. It did make him feel much better when he heard it… Ermm…. Ignore the boys look whaat? Nevermind. Not going there. Now the mention of Maeve brought a silly smile to his lips. “Maeve… She’s a keeper. I can’t believe you tarnished my name in front of her. She must really love me to remain by my side after that…” He had thought a lot about her recently. Could they be together for … well … forever? Forever was a long time. He smiled as Maeve continued to talk about Maeve more. He chuckled and almost… blushed. “Yeah, she’s Maeve. My Maeve. I’m here Chase…” He shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? Wait. No. Grilled Cheese first then you’re evil twin.” |
When Chase asked Beth where they could find the grilled cheese she couldn’t help but beam, not my hearts still broken the light is on but no one is home beaming but B E A M I N G like the sun was radiating out of her pores. ”….oh there’s a stall over there – they add parmesean cheese on the outside of it and it gives this ugh, deliciously salty crunch” she might have even done one of those dramatic eyerolls you sometimes give when you can’t get enough of a delicious food. |
“Salty crunch?” he repeated, utterly memorized by the girl’s description. Grilled cheese, count him in. He was now a fan. His stomach growled. Food was necessary and popcorn wasn’t going to cut it. He was dragged, against his will (?) to the next stand for food. He didn’t put up a fight- just let it happen – he wanted food too. “Whaaat,” he exclaimed with both eyebrows raise, totally judging the individual in conversation. Gave her his dad’s hoodie right after he passed away. He pursed his lips. “I don’t know if that’s a good or bad gesture. Prolly bad. And STRANGE.” He didn’t like the individual in conversation – that was for sure. He nodded, listening to her. So he wasn’t along in the nicknames. However, he felt certain that none of them enjoyed their nicknaemes as much as he did. “Do you have examples of their nicknames?” He was only slightly very curious. Get together and hang out? Yes. Chase loved that idea. Best idea that he’s heard all day – scratch that all week. “Perfect. How about next weekend, yeah?” he proposed as the following weekend- he and Maeve were headed down to her beach house to just chill and well.. :eyebrows: chill. “If you could do that, I may have to say that I would…” Pause. Dramatic effect. Blink. Wink. “Forever be in your debt.” Please say yes. Lucas was hopeless when it came to girls and Chase Spenley, the heartbreaker, could only do what he could do. He chuckled when he mentioned that she really loved him and then froze. What… SHE noticed that? Wow. They must have been solid friends after all. “Is it that obvious?” He already knew the answer to the question but chose to play dumb. Maeve…. He was sure he’d propose to her in a few weeks but he hadn’t found the perfect ring just yet. Marriage….Proposals… Heavy words indeed. Maybe he ought to publish his first album and then worry about his personal life later. Yeah, he liked that plan. “Endearing???” Chase paused, not knowing how to react to this Cordelia person. “Excellent. Hope she doesn’t have two heads.” |
The salty crush was the BEST part, and truly, Beth would have originally asked if he wanted to go anywhere and let him decide but this was food. Delicious easy to make food that was just better whenever someone else made it. ”yep…a salty crunch – they use flake salt on it – you’ll thank me later.” she grinned even if it was weird to use a part of his nickname when describing something.
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??????????? First of all, there was no need for her to think over it. Skeet was not and will never be Skeet Skeet McGee. It wasn't cool enough for him, no offence. "Gimme some credit, mami, I need a real cool nickname!" The Gryffindor started, very adamant that he must get a new nickname now. Pronto. ASAP. His super cool reputation should not be tainted by some silly nickname. "Oh, yeah, sure. I don't mind! Ya can write to me—" What did she say? Skeet gave her a wild look. "You're such a liar, UH-BOH-LEE!" He can write! He is not, what, two years old! GEEZ, females. Were they always Like That?™ And an even WILDER look. Skeet was always up to bad ideas, but even he couldn't stomach pickle flavoured popcorn. "Would ya put a troll's foot into your mouth too?" He asked to spite her. However, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to know the answer to that. As for her comment about his face, well, he was going to raise his nose up in the air. "Excuse YOU, I'm absolutely good-looking!" Even with a funny face. His funny face was justified! Oh, and she even cut right in front of him!!!!!!! WOW!!!!!! She was so rude. SO RUDE. He SCOFFED. |
Why did it always seem like the good vendors disappeared in the winter? Was it too cold for them? Had they never tried warming charms? Topanga was just out for a fun Saturday and honestly she was already bored. Why were Saturday's so long in the winter? With the ministry closed she had done everything and anything she could think of and now, she was just walking and buying things she really didn't need. Walking up to a vendor she started looking at some earrings, but did she really need them? No, but the fact that they were huge elephants made her want them. She could wear them to work for a statement. What statement she wasn't sure, but she'd find a reason to wear them. |
It was chilly out, but adorned with his scarf and hat, Nathaniel was bundled and ready to see if there was anything out today that made him want to shop. As he was walking further he didn't really come across anything that caught his eye, until he saw a woman looking at a pair of earrings. He watched her for another second. Just as he was about to continue on his journey he saw that there was no way he couldn't say something because the pair of earrings in her hand were perfect. "Like the animal on those." Way to go Nathaniel, not everything needed brought up by him.[b] He continued to watch her from afar picking up and setting back different shops. |
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'What are you looking for?" Maybe she could help as she continued looking at the other pieces. Could she find a necklace to go with the earrings, it would have to be big and bold to even compare with these amazing finds. "ooooh look at these." She pulled out another pair of earrings this time they were sparkling and stars. "These could be extra special on a boring day at the office." |
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Raising his eye brows, "I'm not so sure. Thought I had some idea in mind but then I just started wandering around." He was doing that a lot these days. Starting with a plan and then taking a hard left turn because what he was doing felt mundane. His eyes tracked as she pulled another pair of earrings. Stars were always a good choice. "Those look good as well. Could be a great statement maker." Conversation starter too considering both pairs caught his attention. |
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Hmmm... a bold thinking, she liked it, but was he just being agreeable? She didn't want someone just to agree with her even if he was a complete stranger. She looked at the earrings again and decided they were just perfect no matter what. Her eyes stayed on the sparkling stars, he seemed to think they'd be a statement maker. What statement could she be saying with them. "You know what, I have a party to go to, I think I'll dress as a tree and use these for the ornaments." No it wasn't a costume party, but that never mattered to Topanga. 'So what brought you shopping then if you got distracted at all the things? Maybe if you remembered why you headed shopping today that could help you figure out what you are looking for. A gift for a friend, parent, child?" She didn't know if he had any of those, but it was worth suggesting. "Oh this necklace would be perfect too." A big cat on an even bigger chain. She could wear them with her earrings. |
She was hungry. Hungry, lazy and broke really, which is what lead her to the street vendors instead of the Leaky Cauldron. Usually when her family would visit London, the Leaky was the place to go, but now that she had picked up permanent residency and enrolled in courses at Uni, Naia was finding she needed to broaden her horizons. And thus far, the street food has always proved to be both tasty and slightly cheaper option. She made her way over to the stall to get a Cauldron Bowl, making her order and then stepping out of the way to wait for her food as they prepped it. It was definitely brisk out today, but nothing she wasn't used to from Alaska. Nonetheless, she pulled her coat a little tighter and crossed her arms as she waited. |
Chelle! Text Cut: Naia London in January had nothing on Boston’s January weather! While other people were running around town in heavy coats and scarves, Kalen was happily popping around in a lightweight gray pea coat, a scarf that was Wampus colors hung loosely under the collar of the pea coat. Two things had gone wrong for the young American this morning. 1) his alarm hadn’t gone off and he’d almost been late for his morning classes, 1a) he therefore hadn’t been able to eat breakfast. 2) Classes had (of course) run long on him. So he was hungry. Starving really. Sure, he was in university and could have just stayed home, but skipping classes wouldn’t help him in the long run. As much as he loved quidditch, he really wanted to ditch the feathers and don the cross as soon as possible. And speaking of feathers, his new job as the Falmouth Falcon’s mascot provided him with more pocket change that he had expected. So why was he traipsing around Diagon Alley when he could have found a corner pub to eat at in Edinburgh and therefore be closer to university and his flat? Books! That was why. Stupid books! He needed to pop into the bookstore and find a copy Casper Striker’s Qudditch Injuries 204. But first things first: FOOD! Kalen found himself drawn to a vendor cart where a young lady around his age had just ordered. ”That sounds good. I’ll have one too, please.” He dug into a pocket for some coins to pay. |
She was taking the time as she waited to glance down the streets at what the other vendors had to offer. She could see a couple of jewelry stands, some questionable looking potions, books ... She wondered for a moment if she'd be lucky enough to find a good birthday gift for one of her sisters if she killed some time after she ate. She was still considering it and glancing around when she heard another voice at the front ordering. She turned her attention that direction to smile at the gentleman around her age. Ever the social butterfly, she couldn't stop herself from attempting to strike up conversation. She just really loved people, okay? "Have you had one before? This place has amazing food." Soup in a delicious and edible bowl? What could go wrong! She couldn't help but also notice his lighter winter attire. "You look like you're someone used to this cold as well. Lived in London long?" She should look more like she was used to the weather, but honestly she loved to be bundled up and comfortable, even if the situation didn't necessarily call for all the layers. |
Text Cut: Naia Still pushing around coins in his hands, trying to make the correct change (Britain’s money had a weird range) Kalen almost didn’t register the young lady’s comment. ”Hmmm?” he glanced up. ”Had one what?” he asked, gray eyes blinking. ”OH! Food… He gave her a bashful smile and then plucked up a few coins and finally handed them over to the vendor guy. His American accent was super highlighted when he replied. ”No-ope…” And in answer to her second question because it also explained his answer to the first, he said, ”Half a year. Just starting the second term of Uni.” The vendor held out a bread bowl to them both. Kalen took his and then ambled off to the side. A normal person might have ambled on, but Kalen’s inner voice was yelling at him to keep talking. After all, he only knew (pretty wonderful funny) Anna and the blokes in dorm who he wasn’t even sure liked him. ”Winters back home are a lot colder. Never thought I'd say it, but I sorta miss 'em. Where are you from?” |
SPOILER!!: Kalen She probably could have segued into conversation much more gracefully than just randomly speaking, considering his appeared surprise about her fairly random sounding question. She returned his smile, nodding slightly as he clarified food. She could tell from his accent that her second question might have been silly, he was very clearly from somewhere in the States, although she couldn't pinpoint where. She was terrible at geography and matching the way people spoke to locations in the world. She raised an eyebrow slightly, "Edinburgh? Or are you apparating to a campus further away? I'm in my first term." Considering she'd decided to take a fair bit of time and try to 'find herself'. Terrible idea really. She smiled at the vendor as she moved forward to accept her food as well, moving off to the side so she wasn't in any other patrons way. She was surprised to see he hadn't fully meandered away, and seemed content to continue conversation. She was definitely grateful, as she still hadn't really met many people in London. She had her twin sister of course, and other friends would visit, but it wasn't quite the same. Hearing his comment, she chuckled and nodding her head in agreement. "I agree with you on that. I grew up in the States. Alaska, specifically." They had been in Massuchusetts for awhile, but she'd been quite young back then. "How about you?" |
Naia was perfectly fine. Kalen was just sometimes a spacey odd duck. Emphasis on the spacey. It was sometimes a wonder that he was so good at his studies because he often came off as airhead. Today, he was just preoccupied with his rumbling tummy. As soon he could, he shoveled food into his mouth. ”Arg…hot…hot…” He opened and closed his mouth trying to cool off the piece of potato he’d found to be hot. Soon he had it down and then coughed. His mother would have slapped the back of his head if she had just witnessed him. His growling stomach would have to wait a little longer for his food to cool down it seemed, so he busied himself with answering her question. ”Yep, Edinburgh. Just finished my first year.” He eyed his stew urging it to cool down. ”Pre-healer studies with a focus on Sports Medi-healing. What about you?” The university was big enough, he probably hadn’t run into her at all. He poked at the food, tempted to eat more, but his smarting tongue told him he better not. ”Alaska! Nice to find another Yank! Has anyone called you that yet? I’m not even sure my flat mates know my name. They just call me Yank.” He realized he was rambling, but couldn’t stop. He really needed to make more friends. ”Funny…always wanted to go to Alaska. Heard the sunsets and rises are beautiful. Me? I’m from Boston. I bet your winters are colder. Unless you’re from Fairbanks, in which case, I’m pretty sure Boston has you beat!” He chuckled. Merlin he was such a nerd. Who else would know that Fairbanks was the warmest city in Alaska? |
Her eyes widen as he went to shovel some of his food in his mouth, "Caref-" oops, too late. She smiled slightly at him and dug in her back to pull out an unopened water bottle and offer it to him. "Best part of these on a cold day is they make them piping hot." She would usually distract herself by pulling at the breaded top and snacking on that while waiting for the full mean to cool. Oh! So he was at Edinburgh! And her eyes widened when he stated his major, a grin growing. "I'm pre-Healer studies too! Haven't chosen a specialization." She was still torn on if Healer was a good option for her, but she'd felt it was time to do something and she did like the idea of caring for people.. "A couple people in classes have. Usually though it's more commentary on my 'funny accent'." Which was weird, considering she wasn't used to people thinking she sounded SO different. She was slightly jealous to hear he even HAD flat mates. She'd been far too self conscious to apply for the dorms considering her age over the other freshman, but growing up in a larger family and then jumping from hostel to hostel, she MISSED PEOPLE. "You should go! It's chilly," understatement, "but absolutely beautiful. The northern lights really are a sight. I'm from Sitka, so it's pretty cold. My family actually did reside in Boston for a bit when I was younger though. My mom's a teacher and worked at Salem Institute for Witches." She was quite impressed though too he knew so much about Alaska and some of the cities. Normally people just asked about the vampire population due to their lack of sun. "Were you an Ilvermony student then?" |
Naia ”Too hot,” he grumbled. It was probably a good thing it wasn’t cooler or else he’d probably have finished off the entire bread bowl and its contents like a hungry manticore. In fact, his fingers might not have even been spared! Her excitement distracted him from the thoughts of food. ”Healing huh? Funny. You’re the first I’ve run into outside of classes. Strange we’d meet here and not on campus.” But they would likely have classes together sometime in the future. ”I have to pick up a new book for one of mine. The Professor decided to add it to the syllabus this morning because apparently the other six books we have to go through this term aren’t enough.” Space cadet he might be, Kalen had noticed the girl eating the top of her bread bowl instead of the contents. He decided to follow and shoved the bread topper piece into his mouth. He realized too late that he was probably being rude/gross. ”Sorry,” he said around a mouthful. ”Didn’t eat breakfast. Starving...” Again, his mother would have knocked him silly for his table manners. But ha! mom, he wasn’t at a table. Surely the rules were a little different when eating street food? He swallowed before he talked next. ”Accent? What accent?” he joked with a big smile. ”You sound normal to me.“ ”My folks are actually from here,” he waved around Diagon Alley as if it was his ancestral home. It wasn’t. He had been born in London, sure, but not in the Alley. That would have been weird. ”Yup. Wompus. Where did you go?” Because he was pretty sure he hadn’t run across her at Ilvermorny. But then, it had been a big school and Kalen had been a bit focused on his studies. |
She chuckled at his grumbling, giving a slight shrug. "Maybe a little too hot if you're really hungry." Which he seemed to be, considering. He had a point that it was odd to meet in Diagon Alley as opposed to at school, particularly with being on the same career path. They should have classes together, right? "Honestly, I'm not the most observant of people. Even if we were in the same class I might not have noticed." She smiled sheepishly. She was usually pretty focused on trying to keep up with her notes. Since she was paying for school she wanted to make sure she was going to get the most of it. And she was definitely not a natural brain like her mom. "Seven books now just for the term?!" Merlin's baggy pants. "This is going to be the death of us isn't it?" She couldn't help but laugh lightly as he shoved the bread top into his mouth, waving his apology away as he spoke. "It's not a problem." She was not easily offended. Naia was just glad he hadn't burned himself again! She laughed again at his joke, giving a slight wink. "Exactly! Everyone else has the accent." Clearly. Oh! His family was from here? "From London?" Or just the UK? Her dad and Grandda had both been in Ireland growing up. And actually, she couldn't even remember where her mom was originally from. She should probably ask. Oh, he HAD been at Ilvermony! Different houses though, so she wasn't too surprised she didn't recognize him. She was also assuming they were different years, but had not confirmed. "I went Ilvermony for a bit -- Horned Serpent. But I graduated from Hogwarts. House Hufflepuff pride. "I'm Naia, by the way. Naia Amstern." She couldn't remember if they had actually done that part yet. |
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He knitted his eyebrows, chuckling he smiled, "No idea. I'm sure that it was something. Or maybe I just wanted out of my house I suppose." He had been cooped up a bit more than usual, he felt as if he was spending way too much time in his place and needed out. But maybe he should get something for his mom while he was perusing the jewelry. He nodded seeing the big cat on a huge chain, "Okay I'm not so sure about this one. Its rather large. What would you wear it with?" He was genuinely inquisitive of why she liked it. Because to him that was an extra statement piece to wear around your neck. |
Text Cut: Naia ”It just might be,” he laughed. ”Professor Marsh is kinda harsh.” He blinked at his rhyme then chuckled amused by himself. ”If you can get out of his herbs and remedies 101 class, I highly recommend it.” \ The wink surprised him. Was she flirting with him or was she just trying to emphasis her joke? Kalen was hapless when it to the dating thing. He decided to take it as an emphasis of her joke. ”It’s a good thing I grew up with parents and a grandparent who spoke British slang or I’d be lost. I still have a problem with Cockney accents though.” [b]”Welp,”[/b[ he was chewing on more bread so it took him a moment. See? He could remember his manners when he wanted. ”Mom is from Scotland. Dad was from London, although he spent a lot of his summers in Boston where my grandma is from. I was born in Stratford, but my folks moved around a lot for work so…” He shrugged. ”Horned Serpent? I almost chose that house. But Wampus spoke to me louder.” He scooped up a spoonful of stew and tempted fate again. This time he didn’t burn his tongue on a piece of potato. ”Kalen Weiland,” He pointed at himself with the spoon. ”Pretty name. Naia....What made you change schools? “ |
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Oh boy was he in for a treat today! "So your destiny was to leave your house and run into me. Your destiny must have felt the need for some adventures." Yes, that's what her life was, the best adventures. "I came out to buy Christmas presents for myself. Then I'm going to wrap them and put them under the tree and be so surprised when I open them Christmas morning." The fun of being single and not really caring much for family gatherings. She gasped when he said he wasn't sure about this, "What isn't so sure about it. If the chain doesn't catch your eye the tiger is going to show that you are one tough cookie. Look at me, I wear a tiger necklace, hear me roar" and yes now she was roaring at the man, had she even given her name? Did it matter if she did? Topanga wasn't one to care either way and sometimes to even give the right name. |
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But he wasn't expecting talk of destiny and stars. "Destiny? i guess you could say i felt the need for adventure." He grinned leaning closer to the jewelry. Christmas presents under the tree sounded lovely. He didn't do much, well unless you counted stockings by the fire. His grin grew wider, "I guess youre right. The chain is pretty catchy too." He paused and realized they were talking for a while now without so much as mentioning their names. "I'm Nate by the way." |
SPOILER!!: Kalen! A thousand years later >_< She couldn't help but GIGGLE at his rhyme, because judging by his face it had been unintentional. "You're a poet and didn't even know it!" Because she was cheesy, just like her dad, and would ALWAYS go for the lamest and most available joke. Like she just had. "Herbs and Remedies 101 with Marsh, avoid. Got it! I think that's on my list for next term, but I'll see if I can find a different Professor. Maybe I'll get lucky!" And if not, maybe she'd just hunt him down later at Uni and request if he had any old notes. Oooh, lucky! He had grown up around jokes and slang. "My parents adapted to sounding very American pretty quickly. And my Grandda was not much of a jokester, except for TERRIBLE puns which my father inherited," And her too, but she didn't need to out herself on that yet, "So I didn't hear it too much. Perhaps you can help impart wisdom and translate for me?" Because honestly, yes. Help. Ahh, a fellow traveler. She nodded her head as he spoke, outlining the different places he had lived. She noted he mentioned his parents had moved a bit for work, so she couldn't stop herself from inquiring what they did. "What do they do? Your parents?" She thought for a moment, trying to remember much about her parent's moving patterns. "I don't remember where my mom was born, but Dad grew up in Dublin. My twin sister and I were born here in London, but my mom was offered a teaching position in the States so they relocated us to Boston for awhile. Then she got another offer and we ended up in Alaska where we pretty much stayed." Naia couldn't help but give a small chuckle at his words, "It was the opposite for me. I wonder if we would have ran into each other before if either of us chose different?" Or if they had run into each other at all and just didn't know since SO long ago. "It's really nice to meet you, Kalen." And she beamed a little brighter at the name compliment. She was quite fond of it. "My twin sister wanted to go to Hogwarts. I tried a term or so without her but... I missed her so I transferred. Hogwarts wasn't bad." |
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