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Originally Posted by TheDoctor

It wasn't long before Jepp snapped back into the conversation he had initiated with the flower vendor. "Uhm. Alright." Jepp said, eyebrows raised. This was a bit odd. Maybe he didn't want the flowers afterall.

As soon as the man opened his mouth again, Jepp could feel a blush creep onto his face. He shook his head. "Nope. She's actually more of a mother figure to me. And they're not just for her, but her kids too." Jepp said with a smile. Maybe flowers were a bad choice.

"OH a MOTHER!" Plymouth loved mothers! Particularly his own, but on the whole..... he was a big fan. "Hehe!" AND kids, too! Plymouth's favorites! "Colour-Changing Cornflowers or Sneezing Snapdragons, I think for the Mummy sort. And definitely Water-Squirting Daisies for the kids..." Plymouth was already plucking stems, arranging. CLEARLY this dude couldn't leave for home without flowers.

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Flowers! Flowers meant Jims, right? Lucienne Bones skirted a potions stall and a mound of fur coats (note to self, come back and read the furry guy the riot act later, mmk?) before finally following her nose to the mountain of flowers and a very solemn-yet-extremely-handsome James Wilkes. She stepped carefully up on the curb to admire a few of the flowers, taking a stream of water to one eye when she ventured too close to the daisies. Lucie laughed and headed to find Jim.

"Hello, Jamie. Give us a kiss, won't you?" She presented her face for kissing with a cheeky look, followed up with, "Is your partner here? I want to steal you for a while. You know how I hate shopping alone." Not that she believed for a moment that he would abandon his flowers, but since he looked so completely serious at the moment...

And where was that partner of his with the big charming smile?

Plymouth cast a glance towards ....Jamie? HEHE. His bud, Jimmy, had a hundred and four names, at least. Jim, James, Jimmy, Jamie... and more recently, Plymouth had heard him called JimJam, Snookiepoo, and Cuddlebug. He grinned over once he recognized the young woman - A colleague of the lovely Miss Ola Bott, future Mrs. Morgan. Well. Maybe. If he made enough money, maybe eventually Ola would...

ANYWAY. GRINNING. For woman that sold Ola's designs. Yes. That was her.

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Pepper felt like twirling, except for reasons beyond her control, she could not do that. Her baby bump wasn't that huge or anything, but it could probably knock someone over with enough force behind it, and twirling was a serious thing, lots of force. Pep didn't want to knock people over with her belly, or worse, hit a little kid in the head.

She was very seriously considering the ramifications of this action as she was drawn to the flowers. Hello, pretty things!

Speaking of loving BABIES and MOMMY's.......... here was one. This one was also, sort of, not really but had felt like it at the time - one of those Ex-Girlfriend sort, too.

The Ex-Girls. They were flocking to the flowers. Pepper was alright though, no hard feelings? HURT feelings, but not hard ones. A million years ago. "Hi Pepper."

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Text Cut: Florists (Plymouth & Jim)

Cliodna was torn between laughing at the man's reaction or spill out another dozen apologies or more for freaking him out AND disturbing his plants, but the other one seemed to be pretty relaxed and accustomed to those pets. He received a gentle shy smile from her, "Yes, they're mine. Coney and Roney. Yes, I want to--" She paused when the carnations was at her cheek whispering, instantly her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. "Aw! I love them. Can I get four more?" For her mom, her aunt, her grandmother and her sister (even if this one was more likely to experiment on it than actually hear it).

"I would like a bouquet of Humming Hyacinths, too, please? My gran likes music and I haven't given her anything special in a long time." Her sugar gliders were still running along the stall, the pygmy puffs in the big cage squeaking and rolling or waddling against each other.

The sign where it said that some of the money would go to Hogwarts caught Cleo's eye then, she stared at it bitterly in a serious manner before turning her gaze up to the young man with the nice grin.

NOPE.

Big old.......NOPE. This is why partners were important. Jim didn't seem to mind the ladies with beasts growing out of their hair. Personally, Plymouth would have chosen to sell flowers to Voldemort.

SHUDDER. Nope.

Pepper had been too caught up in the pretty flowers to even notice where or who the vendors were. She was still considering which ones she wanted to buy and where she would put them when she heard her name and a voice that sounded very familiar but also.. one that she hadn't heard in a long time.

"Plymouth." She offered the man a brilliant sort of smile. "I didn't know you were here." Not complaining, more like happy to see him and all, and hoping that he didn't hate her or anything. That had been years ago, surely they could be some sort of friendly, yes?

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Originally Posted by Colley

Pepper had been too caught up in the pretty flowers to even notice where or who the vendors were. She was still considering which ones she wanted to buy and where she would put them when she heard her name and a voice that sounded very familiar but also.. one that she hadn't heard in a long time.

"Plymouth." She offered the man a brilliant sort of smile. "I didn't know you were here." Not complaining, more like happy to see him and all, and hoping that he didn't hate her or anything. That had been years ago, surely they could be some sort of friendly, yes?

Plymouth's eyes kept dipping down to The Bump. The Belly. The Roundy Moundy Tummy Tum. Normally, Plymouth was one of those people that invaded personally space and thought about it later. Or not at all. But....... he didn't touch Pepper. Just looked.

"Just for the festival. Jimmy and I are trying out our luck," Plymouth gave a little wave towards the stand she no doubt hadn't missed. And speaking of not missing things, he gave a little nod to the TUMMY. If she'd just gotten fat, she was the cutest fat person he'd ever seen.

Right, if Jake was going to be going to pick up his sister, he would need to be picking something up for his mother. It had been a while since he'd seen her, so maybe it was a good idea. He was already AT Diagon Alley and he was aware of a festival and was, you know, looking around. Jake wasn't expecting to come across anything suitable to get; he had in fact thought about getting some flowers from a muggle shop BUT

Apparently that wasn't necessarily. There were flowers here.

Jake could tell because he could SENSE the pollen. It made his nose tickle.

Plus he could see them. That was also a giveaway.

Stepping up to the flowers, Jake glanced at the vendors manning this particular stall for a brief send before staaaaaring at the flowers. It didn't even strike him that he might have known the vendors. Why would it? He wasn't good at faces.

Hmmmmmmmm... now what to get? The roses looked pretty neat, but was that a mum-present?

Jake considered maybe asking one of the guys, but the prospect of doing that was slightly overwhelming, so he just kept looking at the flowers, hoping that he would suddenly know what to do.

Hoping.

Still hoping.

Starestare. Looking atchu, roses.

She felt sort of self conscious about Plymouth's repeated glances at her baby bump. It was THERE, no denying it, and she wouldn't even if she could, she was super excited about little baby Roderick, but well, the last time she'd seen Plymouth she was no where near a place of being pregnant.

Pep patted the bump, "S'a girl. I just found out today." Yep. She glanced back at the flowers and nodded, "I was thinking about getting some for her room, to make it look extra pretty while we decorate it."

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Originally Posted by Colley

She felt sort of self conscious about Plymouth's repeated glances at her baby bump. It was THERE, no denying it, and she wouldn't even if she could, she was super excited about little baby Roderick, but well, the last time she'd seen Plymouth she was no where near a place of being pregnant.

Pep patted the bump, "S'a girl. I just found out today." Yep. She glanced back at the flowers and nodded, "I was thinking about getting some for her room, to make it look extra pretty while we decorate it."

It'd probably not do to pet the baby bump, too. It wold not do. He would not do it.

He'd just think about it so intently that there'd be this prolonged, awkward silence with a solid mix of staring at said bump.

Plymouth wanted one of those. .....Not on him, of course, but.... he wanted one. That he could touch.

And a girl too....

Merlin.

...

Awkward silence awkward yet?

....

"Cel's Hyacinths for you, I think," to hum along with Pepper. "You can teach them a lullaby," he smiled for her, albeit a bit distant. He plucked a bunch of PINK Hyacinths and spent a moment or two quietly arranging them.

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And with that, Ariel had the man's attention.

As he tossed the scarf around her neck, her hands flew up to hold it in place. She flipped it around itself so that it was secured tightly, and DEAR GOODNESS THIS THING WAS SOFT.

Ariel marveled at it, stroking the faux fur. She'd never been much of one for scarves, but she may need to make an exception, just this once. "Do you 'ave a mirror?" she asked the man. This one might be coming home with her if she liked it well enough. That is, unless he had something else to show her.

"Say, 'ave I met you before? You look very familiar... and I would not forget such a face as yours." Ariel inquired. Hmm, she still couldn't quite shake that feeling. Though maybe he was just another friendly face.

Pierre grinned at the young lady at her reaction to the soft scarf. He was a miracle worker, wasn't he? Why, yes, he was. AH, yes the mirror. "Right zis way," he said, gently taking her arm and guiding her to the side of the booth, where a full size mirror stood. Pierre stood beside her and adjusted the scarf. "Magnifique, mademoiselle! You are simply stunning!" he said with a charming, pearly white smile. "How do you like it?"

He then took a small step back to get a good look at her. "Well, it is indeed possible! I 'ave small shops all over France zat I frequent. It would be no surprise if we 'ave crossed paths before." She didn't particularily look familiar... or did she? Now he was thinking too hard about it and couldn't tell!

Stan's blush didn't go unnoticed by Adelaide. Noticing his blush just made her blush more. Oh god. He just asked me if I wanted flowers. Of course she wanted flowers. But she couldn't bring herself to say that.

She blushed deeper and avoided looking at Stan for a moment, by looking up at the flower guys. They looked very pleased with themselves...and the one really sucked at giving subtle hints. Still it managed to make Addi grin every so slightly.

Face flushed red, Addi looked back up at Stan. "I do...but you don't have to get any for me if you don't want to."

She still hadn't decided whether she really wanted to go and buy a potion or get closer to the fur man. She either acted without considering anything or took forever till deciding. Seemed like it was the over-thinking mode. But aside from thinking she was having fun watching the crowded place.

Deciding to get a closer look at the potions part, she slid her bag's strip up her shoulder and started walking slowly. She was in no rush and the more slowly she walked the more she got to watch around. But that made her to fixated on the vendors that she didn't notice the people around her.

Cassia tore her attention from the vendors and looked around her upon bumping into someone who apparently hurt his hand. She was alright, though, it wasn't that hard. Looking at the boy she figured that she was ok because the boy was young, it would have been a different story had the boy been older. "It's okay," She told the apologizing kid as she rubbed on her side. It didn't hurt much.

"Are you okay?" She asked. "What were you running for?" Or from.

Ariel followed him to the mirror. Ooohh she did look good in this, didn't she? She turned from side to side slowly, making sure it looked all right. And the scarf appeared to be of high quality as well; surely it would last her many years.

The girl blushed as he complimented her, putting on a grin nevertheless. "Eet is beautiful!" she said with a nod. " 'ow much?"

Ariel put a hand to her mouth, scrunching her nose up in thought. "Yes, zat must be it," she determined with a wave of her hand. "I must 'ave seen you around with my father or mother before. They both like furs rather well." Though her mother liked them more than her father. Her father was a very distinguished man; he couldn't go walking around covered in furs all the time, he'd look ridiculous. Besides, modesty was better received by the public eye. Ariel was sure he owned a fur scarf or something, but the coats were all her mother's.

But surely this man had a shop in Paris, of all places. She knew that city like the back of her hand; she was bound to have come across him at least once.

Well.. okay.

... So. Now, what? Stan didn't know anything about flowers and he had NO idea what to get her. He considered asking her to pick the flowers that she wanted and that he'd pay for them.. but that would be kind of weird and rude.

SOMEBODY HELP HIM, PLEASE?

The boy finally smiled at Adelaide and nodded. "Of course, I want to." If only he knew what. He turned towards the flower-dudes 'cause surely they could help him out.

"So.. what do you guys suggest I get for her?"

Adi rubbed his right index finger. Apparently, he had poked the girl with it and with the speed he was going, sort of bent it a bit backwards. "It's not broken is it?'' he thought in a panic as he wriggled it. Nope. It seemed fine.

Looking at the girl properly now, Adi saw it was an older girl. "Did I hurt you?'' he asked, concernedly. Why did he always chase flying stuff? It was Scribbulus's all over again, except he nor the girl was covered in ink.

He grinned when the girl said it was okay. She was cool! "I'm alright. I was just running after one of those planes.'' The boy pointed up to indicate the zooming planes. "I wonder which vendor is selling them,'' he muttered. Shaking his head, he drew his attention back to the girl. "I'm Aditya Rehman, by the way.''

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Ohhhh, such sad. The beautiful woman was taken by another man. Le sigh.

Ah, yes, a mirror. "Right 'ere, madame," Pierre said, guiding her to the other side of the booth (hold up, was there a rocket ship flying around??) where there was a full length mirror so she could check herself out. "Mhm. You look fabulous!"

Now. Give ze man ze monies!

Ooh, a full-length mirror. Perfect. Bunz did another twirl and proceeded to strut to and fro in front of the mirror, up to it, away from it, and so on. Sashay, sashay, sash-aaaaaay.

"Of course I look fabulous," she replied proudly, giving her hair another effortless toss.

"How much is it?" She looked over toward the Frenchie and then spotted someone just behind him, at the florists' table. "Plymouth! Plymouth darling," he hadn't said he was going to be here today! "What do you think? Of the coat?" Did he like it? Did it matter?

"They'll last a few months, they're charmed that way." Jim said cheerfully enough given the circumstances. He took the payment and put it in their money tin (which was chained to the stall by the way since Jim had the paranoia), and locked it again.

And... he had nothing he could say in response to that Cassie comment. Either she'd like it or she wouldn't, he wasn't going to lose sleep over it anymore.

"Enjoy the rest of the festival, Chels."



Because what he needed in his life was a Bones' cousin bothering him. He did give her cheek a kiss though. "You're just here because you want free flowers. You know Plymouth of course." Dating Pensacola and all of that. He gave her a quick squishy side hug and then returned his attention to, y'know, actual customers.


"Cute names." James said and smiled at the girl. That reaction there with the flower? That was essentially why he'd created them. He grabbed a selection of colours for the compliment carnations and then happily prepared a bouquet of the Hyacinths too. "They'll be perfect for your gran then. That's 2 Galleons, 3 Sickles, and 28 Knuts." Jim held the bouquet and the five individually wrapped carnations out, each tied prettily in nice paper and ribbon, and grinned cheerfully. Flowers were always a good reason to smile after all.



......

.....?

"Jake Upstead." He was sure of it. Jim squinted a little and then nodded once. Yes. He smiled politely enough.

"You after some flowers for someone special? The roses are pretty great, they change colour based on mood."




Yes. Of COURSE he wanted to. Jim found himself nodding in encouragement, though a lot more subtly than Plymouth of course.

"Hmmm well, the Compliment Carnations always go down a treat. Try one out if you like. Or perhaps the Colour-Changing Cornflowers." He gestured at the flowers and then at the inventory board with all the prices and descriptions of what each flower did. Mhmm. He could go ahead and pick one out for the pretty girl.

That was his name.

That was definitely his name.

Jake looked up from his staring match with the flowers when he heard it. The voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place it. Seeing the speaker's face wasn't much help either, though Jake thought maybe it had something to do with... Runes? Maybe. "Yes." He glanced at the guys face, actually paying attention to him, when it clicked. OH. "Jimmy, right? Jim? ... James?" It was one of those. Jake remembered him, yeah. From Quidditch and stuff. He gave a little smile back, too. Because that was what you were supposed to do.

Flowers, right... yeah.

"Oh, uh... yeah. I was thinking about picking up some flowers for my mum. The roses look nice. Are roses mum-flowers?" Were there even rules for this kind of thing? He knew there were guidelines for certain colours but... these changed colours and everything got confusing.

Adelaide was blushing like mad now. No boy had ever paid any mind to her...let alone offer to buy her flowers! She really didn't care that Stan kinda had been pushed into it by the flower guys, but she was going to let it slide. Along with the asking for suggestions from them.

Addi listened in as the flower guy started to suggest things. Her eyes wandered over to the ones he was mentioning. The color changing cornflowers sounded amazing and were gorgeous, but there was no way she'd feel okay with Stan paying that much. So she stared at the carnations a little longer. Dropping that subtle little hint that those were okay.

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Ooh, a full-length mirror. Perfect. Bunz did another twirl and proceeded to strut to and fro in front of the mirror, up to it, away from it, and so on. Sashay, sashay, sash-aaaaaay.

"Of course I look fabulous," she replied proudly, giving her hair another effortless toss.

"How much is it?" She looked over toward the Frenchie and then spotted someone just behind him, at the florists' table. "Plymouth! Plymouth darling," he hadn't said he was going to be here today! "What do you think? Of the coat?" Did he like it? Did it matter?

Oh no big deal, just Plymouth's life coach.

Asking him the hard questions.

Like what he thought of dead animals as clothing.

"Errm.... well..... Professor B.... uhhmm," .....hehe..... nervous giggles were nervous...Plymouth reached up and ruffled the back of his own hair. "I'd hate for you to get fleas, if I'm being honest." And he was. He would hate that for her. Professor B had so much to take care of, like a whole school and a little boy and occasionally Plymouth himself, that a case of fleas would just be too much.

"Plants make better clothes. Something soft and cottony." SINCE she was asking his opinion and all.

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Adelaide was blushing like mad now. No boy had ever paid any mind to her...let alone offer to buy her flowers! She really didn't care that Stan kinda had been pushed into it by the flower guys, but she was going to let it slide. Along with the asking for suggestions from them.

Addi listened in as the flower guy started to suggest things. Her eyes wandered over to the ones he was mentioning. The color changing cornflowers sounded amazing and were gorgeous, but there was no way she'd feel okay with Stan paying that much. So she stared at the carnations a little longer. Dropping that subtle little hint that those were okay.

HEHE!

HEHE

Hey, Jimmy... look. Pink cheeks. HEHEHE

Plymouth plucked a pink carnation and held it over to STAN the MAN. "To match her cheeks, I think." You know, TAKE THE CARNATION. PUT IT TO HER CHEEK. Let it sweet talk her. Do it, Stan the Man.

"Rude. You must get that from the Wilkes side," Lucie sniffed in Jimmy's direction and shifted around to admire the flowers again. Dismissing her as if she was some sort of mooch? He didn't understand his Bones side, obviously, because they didn't take hand outs.

Not even pretty hand outs that wouldn't really cost Jimmy anything to give away. But she wasn't expecting it or anything.

"I'm going to place my order with Plymouth, since he hasn't insulted me today." Lucie swung around to approach Plymouth from the other side, giving him a wave back. "I want a bouquet for my shop. Something that won't sass the customers, if you please."

Pepper suspected that this was really weird. She would find it weird if someone she hadn't seen in years showed up out of the blue one day with a bump of baby. "I still have a few months left, how long will they live?" Because that was important. Maybe she could get more too? Later on? "Maybe some roses too. We're naming her Rose and I think I'd like some roses."

Because she wanted HER Rosie SOON and she had to wait so she could settle for roses, yes?