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Festival Vendors Unlike the usual vendors that inhabit these parts of the street, bright colors and smiling faces are there to greet all those who are interested in spending money on fascinating items such as these. Self-propelled paper airplanes wiz through the air and talking china dolls can be heard in passing as you wonder the vendors. From magical portraits to gorgeous plants, there's no end to what you can find here at the festival vendors. |
Pat/Dora :3 Look see, Ascanius had come down to this Street Fest thing because he had nothing better to do and, honestly, so far it was shapping up to be sort of lame, yeah? There wasn't anything that was REALLY catching his eye or something. Smirk. 'Cept the views because SERIOUSLY Hogwarts girls always seemed to bring their A-game. Something was in the water, he was sure of it. But anyway, the fifth year (weird stuff) walked down the streets and inspected everything with a close eye. Hippogriffs, food and lastly vendors. Anything good? |
AHEM HEM. ......... "ATTENSHION! ATTENSHIOOON..!!!" The flamboyant French man called out to anyone nearby. "Come zis way at once! I 'ave ze best deals in ze 'ole world for you to see! Faux furs, galoooore!" And he CLAPCLAPPED his hands together for emphasis. Look at all that fur. At his vendor stand were piles of fur coats, sweaters, hats, scarves, socks, even trousers! The possibilities were simply endless. But wait... there's more! "Zese faux furs are made from ZE FINEST materials in ze wooorld! Not only zat, but zey are animal friendly. No animals were 'urt in ze making of zis coat! And look--" Pierre gently pet the fluffy collar of his fur coat. "I LOOK INCREDEEBUL." |
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.... but maybe not that. Faux furs? The almost fifteen year old eyed the obnoxious man suspiciously with a bit of curiosity. Hm. No. She didn't need any of those. She would go where there was loud music playing and see what interested her there. Dora turned away from the vendor a bit too fast and somehow managed to bump right into Ascanius. |
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While he was watching the...what was that accent? As he tried to make out in his head what EXACTLY the foreigner was saying, he managed to get bumped into. Jeez! Why was it that people were always bumping into him? Hmm? S'not like he was small or anything, far from it, so it couldn't have been that hard to avoid running straight into hi- Oh hey there, gorgeous. Smirk. Nah, she was fine. She could bump into him all she wanted. Straightening himself out, he smirked, "You okay there, gorgeous?" 'Cause she HAD walked straight into him. |
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But then she did look up and rolled her eyes at his words. "Dora." She corrected instantly. "My name is Dora. And I'm fine, just didn't see you." Dora released her hold on him and took a small step back, looking him over casually. "Are YOU okay?" Since they were asking, and she was already checking. |
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He put out his arms to help steady her a little and then let her go once she seemed to be back on her own two feet. Inspecting her, he smirked at her words, "I know your name, beautiful." He wasn't inept, yeah? "And I'm just fine." Understatement. He was EXCEPTIONALLY fine, this jaw did all of the work for him. Smirk. |
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Once it was certain that they both were okay, she glanced back at the faux fur guy then back to him, tugging on her vest. "You see anything here that's caught your eye?" Dora started off in the opposite direction of the loud sales guy at a slow pace, expecting him to follow. Neither of them probably wanted furs, but she could find something else, and he could tag along. |
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And then she said something about something and he wasn't listening. Mhmm. But he would pretend that he was all interested with a nice smirk and the occasional head nod. Look at how interested he was, yeah? "Maybe," Ascanius said truthfully. He just wasn't sure if what he assumed was correct or not. ALTHOUGH, that guy did look super zen, which had him wondering. Smirk. |
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"Excuse you," the redhead murmured, ruffled by the Frenchman who had suddenly popped up in front of her. She planned on bustling right by his booth, but then....... well, then she saw it. A coat. Not just any coat, though, no. This coat looked to be THE coat of a very rare, dangerous animal dear to her heart. The redhead stopped and pointed to THE coat. "Excuse YOU," she repeated, much more loudly this time, "but is that NUNDU FUR??!" |
anyone Addi was so excited when she saw the street festival. She loved fairs and carnivals and anything of the such. And to see all special little things from the Wizarding world around, just made her eyes light up even more. If this is what normally goes on here, I should have tried letting my parents let me go to Hogwarts a lot harder. She walked down the street, with a little bounce in her step as she passed through all of the various booths and such. Adelaide was sent on getting something. Might as well waste her parents money on things they didn't exactly approve of. She paused momentarily at the florist booth, her eyes lit up taking in all the pretty flowers. |
I'm totally lovin' the French guy. So far, Stan was having a pretty bad time. He wasn't a huge fan of festivals, loud noises (Okay. What was with the French guy!?), flowers, dolls or anything girly, really. Honestly, it would have been more fun sitting at home. Making his way through the packed street, he somehow managed to bump into a |
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He's cute. She started to blush immediately at her thought, not having had much interaction with guys even going through Muggle school. "It's all right. You didn't hit me that hard so no harm done." Addi really wished she'd had more guy friends |
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The fifteen year old hesitated for a moment. He was thoroughly bored and had planned on going home buuut at the same time, it would be nice to make a new friend. Meeting and talking to new people is fun. "Would you like some company?" |
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She continued to smile at his suggestion. Surely she could manage not to make a fool of herself for a little while right? "I wouldn't mind it. I'm here all by myself. But I'm used to that." |
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Until she yelled at him. Oh, right. Ze coat. "Why yes, my beyootiful fire-mane!" he responded, reaching out as if he was going to touch her hair... but the last time he did that... well it didn't end well. So he didn't touch it. "Zis coat is even better zan Nundu fur! Zis is made of ze finest materials. One 'undred percent organic, natural and free of 'armful chemicals! Not only zat, but no nundus were 'urt in ze making of zis coat, so our precious animals may stay alive and 'ealthy, but we still 'ave ze means of creating an... exact replica, if you will, of ze fabulous fur of ze nundu." Mhmmmmm, yes. Long speech. Animal rights and things. Pierre lifted the lovely coat to show her. "Would you like to try it on, Madame?" Hm hmmmmm??? |
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She would overanalyze that remark later, thank you. The redhead continued to eye the fur vendor suspiciously. "How is the coat organic and natural if it did not come from an actual nundu?" She would have LIKED to believe that no nundus were harmed in the making of this coat, but she also wasn't born yesterday... despite her youthful appearance and all that. Annie bit her lip as he lifted the beautiful coat up. "Oh... well..." she hadn't expected to be offered THAT. Maybe if she tried it on, though, she'd be able to better judge its quality and authenticity. "I suppose, if you insist, it won't hurt to try it on..." |
The flower stall was an exceptional cacophony of colour, and yet somehow it seemed as if it was one large arrangement, like it wasn't accidental at all. Whats more many of the blooms appeared to be moving but it was a magical florist vendor after all. Some flowers are potted, others are cut and ready to be arranged into pretty bunches, and most flowers can be bought as seeds or bulbs for your magical garden. Manning the flower stall are two young men, both appearing to be in their mid-late 20s, and both sporting charming grins. Step right up and take a look (and a whiff!) of the pretty flowers. There were a couple of kids floating about already, Jim noticed, and a few girls eyeing up the flowers. He smiled at them and kept himself busy with watering. "I'm glad you're here." He said to Plymouth. "Means we can take turns going for snacks." Because honestly, that was the best part about a streetfest. Jim planned to make the most of it... and make the most of the weather and see about scratching up some business of course. He kept one eye half on the teenagers right in front of the stall (GrapehGrape & Lady of Light), and did his best not to eavesdrop. C'mon guy, get the pretty girl some flowers. |
"Same, man," Same. Plym!Jim Manly Flower Stall Manning had commenced! Plymouth was already out of breath, even though he was just MANNING the flower stall. His lack of efficient oxygen had to partly with the heat, but mostly excitement. Anticipation. Also this was sort of a trial run for him and Jimmy.... If they did well today... He nodded about snacks, but he'd already given all his money to Zahra so he'd just forgo snack time. "Humming Hyacinths." COUGH. COUGH. That's what the young teenager should buy his pretty friend. COUGH. HINT HINT SUBTLE HINT. |
SPOILER!!: Potions for sale Somehow, she found it amusing that the moment she’d chosen to try her hand at selling some of her more amusing concoctions, she was sharing an area with someone she knew. At least, Grayson remembered Jim from school, and weirdly enough, some of the people who had been wandering the little street festival as well. She didn’t know if any of them remembered her, but then, she wasn’t there to have a reunion. She was there to spread her little pranks around, possibly make an impact of this term’s students and Hogwarts itself, even though she’d been well-aware of what had been going through as far as rumors, and articles in the Prophet. She’d needed to keep track of the school events, since she’d eventually be sending her own kids there. No homeschooling for Delilah, not after she’d gotten to know that experience way too well. Anyway, she was supposed to be getting people to check her little stall out, and she wasn’t going to be as annoyingly obvious as the French fur guy, going so far as to try and touch potential customers’ hair. That was just weird, and she knew even Demarcus would agree. Had he not been off with their daughter somewhere, but she could ask him when they came back to see how she was doing. There had to be some pranksters left that would find her little booth interesting. It might not have been covered with furs, or quite as colorful as Jim’s flower stall, but that didn’t make it any less awesome. It had her, after all, and all the little glittering bottles arranged on the table by type. She might be little, but that hardly made her any less capable of getting attention. |
Cliodna had two sugar gliders on her head and a cage with at least seven pygmy puffs in her hand as she strolled down the busy street of Diagon Alley. It wasn't like she demanded the presence of cuddly creatures full-time, she was just taking them out on a walk. And to watch her when she eats. And to sleep next to her when she sleeps. And to smell nice when she takes a shower. She just wants them everywhere at every time with her, OKAY? *twitch* Quote:
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"Hello--" Immediately, her two sugar gliders BOUNCED off her head and onto the flower stall, started climbing up up uppppppp to the very top. Cleo gave the little creatures a panicked look but didn't really know WHAT to do?!!??! So she glanced back at the two men, "Umm UMMM UMMM! I'm sorry! they won't hurt your plants, they just like to climb things!" Were they angry at her?! At the sugar gliders?! Would they still sell her some flowers!? She wanted the carnations and the hyacinths so bad. ;__; |
Cliodna toooo! ^_^ Stan staaaared at the girl. She was used to being on her own? That was weird. And a little sad. He neved liked being on his own, except when he was upset about something. But, how could anyone get used to it? Um, right. "Great, then." Stan grinned brightly at her and extended a hand. "I'm Stanley Hastings." Introductions first. Oh, look. There was another pretty girl standing next to him now.. although the grin on his face slightly faded when he saw the two tiny creatures on TOP of her head. What on earth were they? And he watched with amusement as they bounced off her head and disappeared into the flower stall. Heh. "You should calm down.." 'Cause he could see that she was freaking out. Big time. |
Visiting the potions vendor There was no question to why she was here, it was purely to get out of the house and take Braeden with her since the soon to be two year old was starting to want to go more places than just out to the backyard to slowly walk around, well it was more like a duck waddle since he hadn’t quite gotten the hang of it yet but Raven knew that her son would have gotten the hang of it soon enough; he was an Athlon after all. Even if that last name had been attached to some pretty unfortunate descriptions at times by certain individuals, most of it being her own doing when she was younger though as hard as it had been to believe; she actually grew up and wasn’t exactly the same person that she had been at fifteen back in Hogwarts, those certainly were some interesting times because of the fact that the former Slytherin wasn’t exactly one to stay away from trouble. If the detention had said anything about it, among a few certain plans that might have still been back at her house and just because she wasn’t looking to actually implement them really hadn’t meant that there was a point in disposing them, perhaps there would have been stories to be told had she found anyone that went to school with her but for now; there was only the festival to continue exploring. Maybe a donation to be made to the school later on, had she actually considered it because even if it had been ten years since she graduated; she didn’t want to see the school close and have people lose out on getting a good education. Putting the words money, donation and Raven Athlon in one sentence never made any sense but really she hadn’t cared if they had or not, not when there was a much more pressing situation to deal with. Finding herself in the vendor stalls, the amount of different things for sale had been quite impressing considering Diagon Alley never usually had anything close to this; outside the normal shops, perhaps there was something that could have been useful to her or maybe just something that could have been brought back to the house that was a decoration, like the old potions cabinet which hadn’t been opened in years. Before she moved any further, her green eyes caught the sight of an array of potions and only moved closer to the table which was when she saw exactly who was selling the various bottle of potions. “Well, I certainly didn’t expect to see you here. How have things been?” she asked, only amused at the fact that she was talking to Grayson, the one who many years ago had been practically an accomplice to her troublemaking and that definitely made today all the more interesting. |
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If he insists? "Oh, I do insist!" And with that, Pierre shuffled around his booth and helped her into the coat, whether she wanted help or not. Then he spun her around so he could get a good look at her and let out a big gaaaaasp! "Oh, my sweet! Oui! Oui!" Pierre clapped his hands together. "C'est magnifique! You are an angel in nundu fur! Spin for me, my doll!" CLAP CLAP CLAP. |
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Then she noticed the two men (Tegs and Mad Eye Touz) manning the stall who seemed to be a little too close to not be eavesdropping. Her suspicions were correct when she heard on of them try and cover up a flower suggestion with a cough. Adelaide bit back a giggle. There was nothing subtle about that at all, but she'd let him think there was. Addi turned her attention back to Stanley...who seemed to now be talking to another girl that had approached the booth. Oh. She wished she wasn't used to situations like this. |
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