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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

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*





Oh vendors. Hmm. Buying things proved to be pretty relieving somehow too. Cleo jogged down the street and closer to the florists. Flowers were pretty and could make her happy? Look at this collection though! She hurried up toward the stall and sniffed the sadness away.

"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. ;__;

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Plymouth Morgan was good with plants, people, general life, but animals and critters...... No. No. This girl...coming their way....

O__O

Plym cast a glance at Jim - THIS customer was his. He suddenly needed to..... OH MERLIN THE THINGS WERE ATTACKING THE FLOWERS. AHHH! Plymouth, man that he was, may have let out a very unmanly squeal and might have kind of sort of totally did hide. Period. He was hiding. From those things. Money was not worth being attacked by ....Good Merlin, was that rats? Rats and pygmy puffs.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

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Originally Posted by Lady of Light

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.

HIM? HE SHOULD CALM DOWN? Yeah probably. Probably true.

But nope.

Nope.

Just passing through on his way back home from the bookstore, Jepp decided he couldn't just skip the vendor section of the festival even though he was tired. He didn't really have a need to look at the potions vendor nor did he need any faux furs. However, the magical flowers caught his eye.

Never in a million years had Jepp thought that he would be standing there in the magical world looking at magical flowers...flowers that moved and did special things that normal everyday muggle plants didn't do. His heart ached a little bit, wondering if these would have made his mother smile even though they were magical.

I'll just get some to plant for Elizabeth and the kids. Jepp thought to himself. He knew that Elizabeth would appreciate these and that the kids might enjoy them as well. Now the only problem, was which ones to buy. His money reserves was a bit low, but he couldn't pass up these magical flowers without buying at least one.

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Originally Posted by TheDoctor

Just passing through on his way back home from the bookstore, Jepp decided he couldn't just skip the vendor section of the festival even though he was tired. He didn't really have a need to look at the potions vendor nor did he need any faux furs. However, the magical flowers caught his eye.

Never in a million years had Jepp thought that he would be standing there in the magical world looking at magical flowers...flowers that moved and did special things that normal everyday muggle plants didn't do. His heart ached a little bit, wondering if these would have made his mother smile even though they were magical.

I'll just get some to plant for Elizabeth and the kids. Jepp thought to himself. He knew that Elizabeth would appreciate these and that the kids might enjoy them as well. Now the only problem, was which ones to buy. His money reserves was a bit low, but he couldn't pass up these magical flowers without buying at least one.

......Plymouth was keeping a PRETTY WIDE BERTH from the rabid rats attacking the stall. Though he couldn't help but WATCH that girl. The only way this could have been worse would have been if she had BIRDS on her head instead of rats. Or squirrels or ... no they were pretty much rats.

SHUDDER SHUDDER SHUDDER. MANLY SHUDDERING.

Heeby Jeebies, man.

Luckily, some dude was there to give Plymouth something to do. "Hey man. Need some help?"

Jepp was entranced by the flowers. He had never seen anything like them before. When the vendor started talking to him, Jepp turned on autopilot for a moment.

"Yeah. Uhm. How much are those." Jepp questioned pointed to ones closest to him changing colors. Surely a garden full of color changing cornflowers would brighten up Elizabeth's garden.

Stan winked at Adelaide, still smiling. "That's a pretty name, Adelaide." Super pretty. He hesitated for a moment before he continued, "I would rather you call me Stan though." It was shorter and MUCH better than Stanley, yes?

.... Did this flower guy just SQUEAL? Like a little girl? But then again, he worked at a FLOWER stall. Stan shouldn't be that surprised. And all because of those two tiny little creatures. Even though Stan was a little spooked. He didn't know what there were, OKAY? He cleared his throat and hid a smile. He was wrong. THIS guy need to calm down. "You alright there?" He was just being niceeee, that's all.

SPOILER!!: ...knows how to woo a lady ;)

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Originally Posted by sarahlooo

"Yes, an excellent question, my lovely red-haired beauty!" He wasn't going to get over that hair anytime soon. "Each article," he began, gesturing to each coat, scarf, yada yada, he had, "is made from natural materials from all over ze world. Zat does not mean animals, you know. For example," Pierre paused and turned the tag of the coat out so the lovely woman could see. "'Made from one 'undred percent organic wheat'," he read. FANCY THAT. Not what one normally expected to read on a clothing label, huh? "Our most skilled and talented witches and wizards perform ze most advanced charms and transfigurations on ze plants we 'arvest, turning a simple bushel of wheat into ze most beyootiful fur coat in all of existence!" Beautiful, was it not?! Absolutely magical!

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.

His lovely red-haired beauty?! If Annie's eyebrows went up any further they'd be lost in her hairline. But she, too, did gasp when he showed her the tag. 100% organic wheat! "Is it whole wheat?" she had to ask, now utterly entranced with the idea of wearing a coat made out of a plant transfigured to look like fur. It was like all of her favorite things in one wearable piece! GENIUS!

Of course she helped him help her into the coat. Hehe. Why not, when he was offering, right? Annie did a pirouette and made a few duck faces as she spun around some more and giggled and spun again. "Oh it feels soooo lux! I LOVE IT!"

Who caaaaaared what it cost, she was wearing WHEAT FUR! Oui! Even Ethan would appreciate this.

Seeee, she was impressed! "Oui, 'ole wheat indeed, my little red flame! You could probably even eat it if you got zat 'ungry, but I don't know 'ow good it would taste." The French man let out a hearty chuckle. Oh, he was so funny, wasn't he? OUI.

Pierre clapped some more as the redhead spun around for him. "My dear, you look like one million galleons! Stunning!" Oui ouiiiiii!

"Oh, ze man in your life is such a lucky one, no?" Because surely this beauty was taken by another. It would be a shame if she was not! Or not and then he could woo her with all the wheat fur in ze woooorld! Heh. "Tell me, my love, tell me you will buy zis coat and make all ze men in ze world fall to zeir knees!" He was swooning. Really.

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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.

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Originally Posted by Mandana

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.

“Three! Two! One! Liftoff!”

Demarcus made rocket ship noises as he maneuvered his way through the crowd. In his hands was his little girl Delilah, who was squealing with delight. He was certain that people were giving him looks for deciding to play Rocket Ship when getting around the festival without stepping on anyone’s feet was a hard enough task as it was. But all he did was respond to those people with a grin as he zoomed right on by. How could they give him those looks? Just look at how happy Delilah was! Besides, festivals were a place for happiness and fun and games and food and – Oh hey! There was his beautiful wife!

The rocket ship duo whizzed and whooshed past the other street vendors and in between and around a man with a funny accent and a redhead woman spinning around in a fur coat. By the time Demarcus and the one-year-old girl made it to their destination, a woman was looking at Grayson’s potions. “I’d totally buy that one,” he said to her, about no potion in particular. He looked over at Grayson and beamed. He was helping with business, right?

The girl was smiling from ear to ear and laughing the day away. It was so much fun spending time with Daddy. But she couldn’t help but miss Mummy a lot. Then she noticed that the rocket ship ride was over. She was about to cry about that… until she saw the face that she had been missing. “MUMMY!” Delilah squeaked, bouncing up and down in Daddy’s hands. Then she turned her head and saw that there were two others near them: a lady about Daddy and Mummy’s age and a boy. She blinked at the boy with big eyes and waved an arm at him while saying something in baby talk.

People were still more drawn to the flower stall, and the crazy French guy was still working his magic on the redheaded woman that Grayson also found vaguely familiar even though she couldn’t quite figure out why. It wasn’t really important. The woman hardly looked like someone who would be interested in potions when she was more starry-eyed over the fake fur coat she was currently twirling around in. People who were interested in the type of things she was selling didn’t exactly twirl around in expensive furs, but then she did still want there to be a purpose in her having set up this stall. She had an almost one-year-old to support, even though Demarcus worked too. She wasn’t about to just stay home and not try to do what she loved too, and there were certain potions here that shouldn’t be ignored. She’d just have to figure out how to get people’s notice, when she was likely hidden by all the taller people milling around the area. If she had to climb up onto a chair or something, she would. The only thing she wouldn’t resort to was using her inventory, because she didn’t have the time to replace it before the end of the festival.

Turning to find a chair, she’d first missed the arrival of someone to her stall, but as they’d spoken, she’d whipped her head back around fast enough to give a lesser witch whiplash. “Here in Diagon Alley, or working at the festival?,” she asked, curious as she’d always been, even though Raven and the little boy had gotten a big grin. “How’ve you been?,” she asked first. “I’ve just been working on potions and things,” like raising her daughter along with Demarcus, which was the really surprising thing. Somehow they’d managed to raise a baby this long without her ending up glowing or who knew what else. Anything was possible, but she’d somehow managed not to have any accidents. And, almost at that same moment, she heard a familiar rocket ship sound and turned her green eyes to watch said husband whizzing around the group of people at Jim’s flower stall with their little one giggling the whole way. It had put another grin on her face, anyway, especially at the idle comment he’d given Raven. “Hey ‘Lilah, wanna help mummy sell potions?,” she asked her little girl, before turning her attention back to the adults. “Maybe. I’m pretty sure she can decide if she wants any of them herself,” she replied, glancing down to try and figure out which potion he’d even been talking about. Odds were Raven didn’t need an aging potion.

Cassie had lost her friends somewhere in the crowd but she wasn't the least bit worried about finding any of them back yet. Her Brynn and Jessa had somehow developed a homing device for each other so she'd wander around until she found them or they found her.

Her long legs strutted from under a short blue dress and her dark hair fell in waves down her back. Looking on it wasn't hard to tell that she was in fact a model as she oozed confidence as she made her way through the crowd and to the vending stalls.

There were flowers but she figured that she'd stop there last and take in the furs.

"What's your selling rate?" She asked running her hand over a particularly fluffy white one.

Just being around her old protégée had brought back memories of being the seventeen year old getting ready to graduate and handing over whatever plans that she hadn’t had the opportunity to use while at the school, it wasn’t a bad set of memories for Raven since those definitely were some pretty good times and despite the fact that it had been literally a decade after graduation, she hadn’t changed much. Of course the only noticeable difference was having Braeden around but it hadn’t been all that much different outside of that, though obviously to some people it would have been quite the surprise to see her with a child merely because it had been unexpected; she never seemed the type to be a mother at any point in time but it happened. He hadn’t really acted like her yet which could have been a good thing seeing as she wasn’t always the little troublemaker that actually wasn’t that little, many years ago; she was actually a good person and that was still there even if it really hadn’t come out all the time. As far as she was concerned, her son would have probably started taking to the Athlon name eventually like everyone in the family had.

Before there was any chance of replying to Grayson, she noticed Braeden fell on the ground and leaned down to pick him up so that he didn’t get hurt; people hadn’t always paid attention when they were wandering around the Alley and they didn’t want to deal with an angry mother that could have hexed them more than once. “How about a bit from column a and a bit from column b?” she replied, only allowing an ever so slight grin to find its way onto her lips, that was always a sign that she was amused by something; whether it had been obvious or not. Didn’t always matter. “Good, busy for sure since I’m working with my own photography studio and of course taking care of my son Braeden.” Finally replying to the question even if it had seemed her earlier question had to wait for a moment, she didn’t mind at all because she knew that sooner or later, the question would have been answered and that meant that there was some level of patience. Even it had never been well accounted that she had any patience whatsoever, it depended on the situation. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the notice of a man moving a baby around like a rocket ship had only made her curious because it was obvious there had been some attachment between him and Grayson. Braeden saw the little girl too and just gave her a little smile before replying back to what she said in the baby language that parents wouldn't have been able to understand. Once her old friend started to speak, it all made sense. Definitely interesting. “So I take it that is your daughter. Have to say, I never would have thought that you would have a child.” Another amused grin graced her face as another comment had been made in reference to the potions on the table. “Oh I am interested in a few. Except for an aging potion, not purpose for it when age has treated me quite well over the years.” Not to sound arrogant, but it was true.

What luck that the summer she decided to visit London they'd be having some sort of festival. More shopping. She probably didn't need any of it but it wouldn't hurt to take a look around the vendors.

The first thing to grab her attention was fur coats. Winter would be there soon and Beauxbaton wasn't known for it's lovely winters. Chelsea thought of just about every reason why she would need one...or two, you could never be too sure what would happen. Besides, her old one had a rip near the collar. It was hardly noticeable but she knew it was there and couldn't possibly wear that coat anymore, therefore, she needed a new one. Yes, logic right there so she headed ove--

"Cassie?" Chelsea stopped a bit off and stared. She was the last person she expected to run into here. "You never told me you'd be here." Did she expect her to? No. Her older sister wasn't obligated to share every detail of her life with her, not even the trivial things. She got closer, taking in the coat that had caught her sister's interest. "I think that'd look better on me. You should let me have it as welcome back to London kind of thing." It wasn't asking too much, her sister had great taste, just look at clothes she'd gotten her. Good thing she wore them today. She might be able to squeeze a compliment out of her while she was in them.

Cassie was flipping the coat this way and that checking for any imperfection, holes or stains on the white fur when she heard her name and looked around. She kept the coat in her hand as she turned to speak to her sister. "Yes well it was a spur of the moment decision. My clients rescheduled or meeting so here I am." And her friends? Well they were somewhere. Jessa was probably getting food and Brynn was probably checking out the rides.

There was a slight smile at her sister's comment. At least she'd gotten rid of the horrid clothes she came to them with and now look at her. Maybe she should let her have it.

"Maybe after I see your grades. Cute outfit by the way." She offered a wink.

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Originally Posted by TheDoctor

Jepp was entranced by the flowers. He had never seen anything like them before. When the vendor started talking to him, Jepp turned on autopilot for a moment.

"Yeah. Uhm. How much are those." Jepp questioned pointed to ones closest to him changing colors. Surely a garden full of color changing cornflowers would brighten up Elizabeth's garden.

Plymouth was a few steps behind this customer. And he might end up a few more away if those THINGS didn't go away. He had to stand on his tippy toes to even see which flower Dude here was asking about.

OH THE CORNFLOWERS! BEAM! GRIN!

"Why don't you tell me who they're for first," and Plymouth would help make sure he was getting the RIGHT flower. "For a laaaaaady friend? hehe. Hehe." Wink wink wink!

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Originally Posted by Lady of Light

Stan winked at Adelaide, still smiling. "That's a pretty name, Adelaide." Super pretty. He hesitated for a moment before he continued, "I would rather you call me Stan though." It was shorter and MUCH better than Stanley, yes?

.... Did this flower guy just SQUEAL? Like a little girl? But then again, he worked at a FLOWER stall. Stan shouldn't be that surprised. And all because of those two tiny little creatures. Even though Stan was a little spooked. He didn't know what there were, OKAY? He cleared his throat and hid a smile. He was wrong. THIS guy need to calm down. "You alright there?" He was just being niceeee, that's all.

"..............never better, man." You know. No big deal. Just rats attacking his flower stall. No big. He was alright. He was cool. Plymouth did a little jump, shook out the tensions in his shoulders, few neck stretches. COOL. He was cool.

He just wasn't going any NEARER to his BUSINESS 'til those things were taken care of. "Not to butt in," but to totally butt in, "but I think your lovely lady friend probably wants a flower. Or two. ....hehe." WINK WINK HINT HINT. JUST SAYING. HEHE!

So that was it. Cassie could only find time to enjoy herself when her clients made a sudden gaping hole in her once full schedule. "I see. There loss. You just landed yourself a day off." Which was a good thing, she knew that, right? Of course Chelsea noticed way she took note of her outfit and wondered if she'd mention it. For now she wouldn't it seemed.

As mature as Chelsea liked to think she was, she ended up making a face at her. "Grades, you know I'm good on those. I've been acing the classes all term. Give me the benefit of the doubt and the coat." There as a Storm smile to add to that. The very charming kind of smile she'd been told she got from her father. "Besides, the OWLs will take forever to be handed out, this coat leaves much sooner."

And there it was. Couldn't help herself could she? Not that she would complain. This was as close to a compliment as she figured she would get. "Thanks. Someone with good taste gave it to me." And that was a close as she would come to giving one.

"Actually my loss. I get paid for those sessions you know. BUT..I don't think I mind." She actually thought she would have a boring day at home and fought with herself over this or spa day. Ultimately the summer festival won.

"I saw that and yes I know, which is why I bought you those sandals and that dress back from Greece last year but I'd still like to wait on those grades. I'll buy the coat but I'm keeping it until then." It's not like the young Storm would be needing it any time soon anyways.

"Well give her a heart felt thank you for me won't you? Because I approve." She rummaged through her bag for her purse. "So how are my parents?"

"Still not that much of a loss." She said with a shake of her head. Though she suspected her sister was no longer relying on their father for much money she didn't think she was in a financial fix. A day wouldn't have budged her vault at Gringotts. "You don't strike me as poor."

Not in the least bit.

"Is that why you got them for me? Here I thought you felt like giving a sisterly gesture to the only one you've got. Does this mean the gifts will stop coming if my grades suddenly fall?" Not saying that would ever happen. How could it? But that wasn't what she meant when she told her to buy the coat anyway. "Uh-huh, so long as it gets owled to me before I start my packing for school again." She'd need it fitted somewhere to minimize any ugly wrinkles.

Heh, of course she approved. "I'll see what I can do. Thing is, she's got something like a big head. I wouldn't want to inflate it anymore." Chelsea reached over to feel the coat. It WAS lovely. "They're fine, Daddy's gone off on business again, I don't know where and your mother's been keeping busy." That's all she had time to say before she realized something. "Isn't that Jim over there?" She took another look before deciding it best to wave. "Jim!! Hiii!!" Just because he wasn't with her sister anymore didn't mean she would ignore him.

"I suppose not but still I enjoy what I do and I enjoy being able to make money from what I do. A loss is a loss." Cassie shook her head."No..but one day you'll get it. Why be comfortable when you can be secure?"

Cassie made a face and flipped her hair back."No I'll still get you things...like books...Transfiguration for Trolls...stuff like that. And maybe you'll get a lump of sparkly painted pink coal for Christmas." Was she not merciful? "You really ought to give me more credit than that. I'd never not send you anything."

"You'll get it when I get the OWL results." And that was final.

Cassie rolled her eyes. "I'm sure she must be a lovely person." She frowned. Well that was the usual. Daddy was always away on business and no doubt her mother was busy spending dad's money on some weird investment or another.

The HufflePuff's head snapped around in something like slow motion in the direction that her sister was waving in. Yes she saw the flower stand but she hadn't actually SEEN James. She had seen the other guy but that was James alright. Baby blues sparkling and charming smile in place. Cassie turned her back to her sister and Jim and froze completely. Someone kill her now.

"I can understand that. Soon I'll be making money for my paintings, just have to survive school first." She'd always dreamed of being paid for something she absolutely loved. If Cassie could do it and become successful then there was no reason she couldn't as well. "And I think these coats make this trip more a gain than a loss." Even she had to admit that. These were excellent!

Chelsea would play along with her oh so generous sister. "Pink coal? Excellent! I might have a top that will go nicely with it." Her voice was laced with sarcasm but it wasn't the bad kind. As far as things went her sister was good on giving gifts even when she rarely reciprocated. Not her fault she was stuck at school all year with little to no money and no need for any. "I'll admit I like your gifts," minus the troll book, "so thanks." Bet she wasn't expecting that.

The tone was enough to tell her the conversation on the coat was over. She wanted to ask that she not wear or wash it but thought better and simply dropped it.

"That has yet to be determined." Chelsea joked but paused, completely confused by her sister's sudden behaviour. "Cassie! Stop that! You'll make him think you don't want to talk to him! That's rude!"

And they thought she was the one who lacked class.

He noticed Grayson over there and grinned her way and offered a small wave, but really there was plenty to take note of at his own stall. Ahhh sugar gliders! Cute little things. Jim had no problem with them personally, they weren't going to mess the plants up.



"Its fine mate. Relax." Jim suggested casually to Plymouth. "How about you take care of the uh... other side of the stall?" So he didn't spook the cute little Sugar Gliders? Yes.

And to the little blondie he grinned. "Hey, they're yours? What are their names? Its no problem them hanging about a bit.... if you're planning on buying something of course." He picked up one of the pink carnations and held it out to her, the petals nearly at her cheek when they started whispering compliments at her.

"You're so kind, you're so pretty, you're a wonderful friend , you have a lovely heart, you're a wonderful dancer..."

He pulled it away and grinned. "Great for gifts or to treat yourself."




Yes, Plymouth was right. This dude SHOULD buy the girl a flower or two. It worked. He'd be in. He grinned and waggled his brows at the boy in encouragement. Do it. Flower. Flowers definitely equaled kisses. Plymouth and James made EXCELLENT wingmen, they did. Taking their advice, their solid Ravenclaw advice, could only benefit this kid in his wooing game.

The rest just depended on if he had the right stuff or not. Not everyone did.

He'd leave it up to Plymouth, but he did offer another grin for the redhead girl. Always had a soft spot for those himself, and really it meant she practically deserved flowers.



Well stranger things had happened than having his name called out in Diagon Alley, even when he recognized Cassie's sister he would still stand by that statement. Even when he saw Cassie immediately after Chelsea he still stood by that statement.

....

.......

It was going on a year. He wasn't going to cause any drama.

"Chels, hi. Surely you'd be interested in some flowers?" He smiled at her. He'd not given her any for free for the longest time so obviously she missed them. Not that he'd give them for free now, but she could buy. She could afford it.

As for Cassie? Well. He just shrugged and carefully put that side of himself away. Mental lock and key. He was working, he didn't need to get all... strung out.

NOTHING Chelsea said registered. Not after that horrific selfish thing she did just now.

Of course Cassie thought about just running away and finding a corner somewhere in Diagon Alley to disappear in but how weird would that be.

Oh Meeeeeeeeeeerliiiiiiiiiin Chelsea was so dead. She'd sit on her, she would or maybe she'd package her and ship her somewhere deserted. If her heart survived the moment she'd think of more horrific things to do to her but right now she'd have to play it cool.

"Yeah Chelsea? I'm going to curry your brains for supper." She sighed and turned around and pretended she hadn't heard James and pretended the interaction between him and her sister happened a mile away.

Because what the hell would she say to him after a whole year? And why would he respond to anything she said? She sighed and turned back to the fur.

"Please how much is the fur?" She asked again desperately this time as she just wanted to go..far far away.

Her sister was being ridiculous, turning her back to them, looking like she was set to run a marathon in the opposite direction. Shame, and to think just minutes ago she was acting like a human being.

Chelsea ignored her strange behaviour, instead choosing to smile over at Jim. Personally, she preferred the free kind of flowers but this was a festival which, word had it, was also gonna help Hogwarts so, nothing free today. "I'd love some to take home with me, what would you recommend. I need something to make my room pop." Of late, it seemed to be missing something but she couldn't quite figure what. Maybe a plant?

"I think Cassie will need some too. If I remember correctly she likes them, don't you Cassie?" Because this was a normal conversation...for her anyway.

And with a heavy sigh Chelsea turned to her sister who was once again inquiring about the coat. "The man is busy, talk to Jim while you be patient and wait your turn."

Anyway. "How have you been?" Asking the one she hadn't seen in what felt like forever.

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Seeee, she was impressed! "Oui, 'ole wheat indeed, my little red flame! You could probably even eat it if you got zat 'ungry, but I don't know 'ow good it would taste." The French man let out a hearty chuckle. Oh, he was so funny, wasn't he? OUI.

Pierre clapped some more as the redhead spun around for him. "My dear, you look like one million galleons! Stunning!" Oui ouiiiiii!

"Oh, ze man in your life is such a lucky one, no?" Because surely this beauty was taken by another. It would be a shame if she was not! Or not and then he could woo her with all the wheat fur in ze woooorld! Heh. "Tell me, my love, tell me you will buy zis coat and make all ze men in ze world fall to zeir knees!" He was swooning. Really.

Bunz was tres impressed by this coat, so much so that she was almost able to ignore all the ridiculous nicknames this Frenchie was applying to her hair. Almost. "I would never be able to eat something this beautiful," she informed him seriously, now stroking the fur she was wearing like it was a pet.

One MILLION galleons! She looked rich! Oui! Now she HAD to have this coat!

"He is very lucky indeeed," the redhead purred as she fluffed her hair and looked around for a reflective surface. "You wouldn't happen to have a mirror on you now, would you?" She totally wanted to see how good she looked before she bought it.

And speaking of.... Annie clucked and held out her hand. "Mirror first, Monsieur."

WELLL. Since Wiley wanted to shop, Cat figured that the best place to go was to see the vendors. Besides, she wanted to go browse through and see if she could find things for the birthdays she needed to buy for. Birthdays were important things and she was on a MISSION.

"Ooooooooooooh. FLOWERS." Cat wanted to go that way. She looooooooved flowers.

Uhm.......... Uhm. Lots was going on and stuff, but even Plymouth "Oblivious" Morgan couldn't miss EX-GIRLFRIEND ALERT.

Jim seemed fine though. Better than fine, even. He cast a glance Jim's way, attempting to catch his eye. Good? All good? Plymouth would run interference if needed, but Jim seemed alright. Leaving Plymouth to hear...

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WELLL. Since Wiley wanted to shop, Cat figured that the best place to go was to see the vendors. Besides, she wanted to go browse through and see if she could find things for the birthdays she needed to buy for. Birthdays were important things and she was on a MISSION.

"Ooooooooooooh. FLOWERS." Cat wanted to go that way. She looooooooved flowers.

"FLOWERS!" he echoed. YES! YAY! "Hehe! I know a pretty girl like you needs a flower today." HE KNEW IT. He could see it on her. Problem was, how was Plymouth supposed to actually charge girls money for flowers? She'd have to go to Jim for that part. Or they'd be broke and all the girls would have free flowers.