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Take a seat and take a load off if you like, these benches are the perfect spots to sit and chat with friends while you take a break from shopping, or if you've come from Florean's you might be looking for a spot that you can sit and finish off your ice cream before it melts. Try not to be a bench hog though - if you're here for too long the benches themselves might get sick of you and nudge you off so that somebody else can sit for a while too!
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Oh, yes.
Anita hated you, Mister. You ruined her mood, her nose and her ice cream. For that reason she did not care about the fact that she threw his towel back. Served him right. Later on in life, if Camilo would ever tell her about his experience at Hogwarts and how he was viewed because of his heritage, she’d look back at this moment and regret glaring at him like that.
Did she want another ice cream? No. She was almost done with this one, anyway. Annie eyed his finger and feigned a puzzled look. As he continued speaking and gesturing, Annie returned to her ice cream though her eyes remained fixed on him. The man was very amusing to watch with all the gesturing and such.
What’s this? He was attempting to strike up a conversation with her? This certainly was a twist. “Birmingham,’’ Anita replied honestly and hoped she threw Mister here off. Especially since he was obviously expecting her answer to be another country.
Yes? No? Was he really that bad at nonverbal communication? His simple offer to buy her a new ice cream somehow completely lost in translation, Camilo had been disappointed for only a short moment before he perked up again and posed the question about her place of origin.
He was waving his arms about - obviously trying to explain the word "abroad" - when the woman finally spoke. "Oh, Birmingham! That's - wait, Birmingham???" he let his arms drop to his sides. So she was pretending that she didn't speak English, just to give him a hard time talking to her.
That was ... HILARIOUS. "Then uh, I can't believe you don't understand my hand gestures. I'm doing the Brummie dialect," he grinned.
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Yes? No? Was he really that bad at nonverbal communication? His simple offer to buy her a new ice cream somehow completely lost in translation, Camilo had been disappointed for only a short moment before he perked up again and posed the question about her place of origin.
He was waving his arms about - obviously trying to explain the word "abroad" - when the woman finally spoke. "Oh, Birmingham! That's - wait, Birmingham???" he let his arms drop to his sides. So she was pretending that she didn't speak English, just to give him a hard time talking to her.
That was ... HILARIOUS. "Then uh, I can't believe you don't understand my hand gestures. I'm doing the Brummie dialect," he grinned.
Anita would be very inclined to agree, Sir. You were indeed bad at nonverbal communication. With all the gesturing, one would have thought you to be a hand model. A huge smirk graced her face as she polished off the rest of the ice cream. That frozen treat had been like a taste of heaven to her. Annie regretted nothing about her decision to get one. “Birmingham,’’ she repeated carelessly, now wiping her fingers on a tissue. Her nose was just a hint of chilly which was a good thing,
What’s this? Was Mister here a comedian? Anita hoped not. He was bad at jokes, even though her lips twitched. “It’s a bad accent. Your gestures need to be a lot more graceful.” Believe it or not, the woman was playing along. “Typical guys,’’ she added and shook her head with a small smile.
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Trips to Diagon Alley were rare for Ax; he could count on maybe both hands how many times he had visited the street. No point, his father always said. Not when they could get better things in other, better places, or by owl order. From different other, better places.
But sometimes it did happen. Sometimes his mother had to run errands here anyway, and some of those times she brought Ax along. Today was one of those times, but given that he didn't want to be dragged around the shops like a little kid, he'd taken his newly bought quaffle and gone back out into the street.
With his brand new, expensive duffel coat dumped on the nearby park bench, Ax had taken to kicking the quaffle around the street as though it was one of those muggle footballs - which he wasn't allowed to have. His previously neatly-combed, floppy hair had been tousled to within an inch of its life, but there wasn't much he could do about the smart clothes. Ax easily made up for the prim-and-proper-ness by repeatedly booting the quaffle at a nearby shop window, as hard as he possibly could. Its post-bounce trajectory was not something he gave much consideration.
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Trips to Diagon Alley were rare for Ax; he could count on maybe both hands how many times he had visited the street. No point, his father always said. Not when they could get better things in other, better places, or by owl order. From different other, better places.
But sometimes it did happen. Sometimes his mother had to run errands here anyway, and some of those times she brought Ax along. Today was one of those times, but given that he didn't want to be dragged around the shops like a little kid, he'd taken his newly bought quaffle and gone back out into the street.
With his brand new, expensive duffel coat dumped on the nearby park bench, Ax had taken to kicking the quaffle around the street as though it was one of those muggle footballs - which he wasn't allowed to have. His previously neatly-combed, floppy hair had been tousled to within an inch of its life, but there wasn't much he could do about the smart clothes. Ax easily made up for the prim-and-proper-ness by repeatedly booting the quaffle at a nearby shop window, as hard as he possibly could. Its post-bounce trajectory was not something he gave much consideration.
Phoenix had a love-hate relationship with Diagon Alley. Sure there were plenty of cool things around when he went to visit - that type of thing usually went along with magic. And he did like to go when he was getting something that he wanted. But more often than not, when he ended up having to go on a shopping trip with his mother, it became dreadfully dull and he ended up bored out of his mind.
That was the case today.
Phoenix had hoped that he could possibly talk his mum into buying him something when she took him out shopping, but it seemed to be an endless afternoon of errands and he was regretting tagging along. Not that he had the choice. But after several heavy sighs and accidentally stepping on his mum's heels one too many times from following her too closely, Phoenix's mother gave him a handful of sickles and told him he could go to a shop on his own if he would meet her at the fountain later.
He didn't have to be told twice, but almost as soon as he was released onto the alley on his own, he was hit in the arm by a quaffle. "Ow!" he called out, more in surprise than actually being hurt. And he looked around for the culprit, spotting a boy about his age nearby. "What'd you do that for?"
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Theodore Kinsley was a peculiar specimen, that much she was certain of. Outside of those schoolboys and schoolgirls who were convinced she was a veela and therefore their minds tricking them into an infatuation with her and the small following the indie film she had starred in had accumulated, Valerie had not met anyone who was quite so keen on spending any genuine time with her. Even more surprising was her willingness to accommodate and participate.
Like this afternoon.
It had been her day off and yet she had still been called into the shop on an urgent errand to take out one of the flesh eaters that was being particularly unruly today and had taken to teething on the customers. One of whom Valerie had warned on numerous occasions to keep their ankle biter of a mut out of the shop and yet time and time again the woman brought it. Today the woman regretted it and Valerie could only tell her 'I told you so' ... which naturally did not go over well.
Flesh eater tucked under her arm and with a muddle around its bloom so it would not use her arm or Theodore's as a chew toy, she approached the area and spotted him with insufferable ease.
Did he seem...a bit dressed up? A thought she easily dismissed as she approached and her lips twitched into the subtlest of smiles. "Theodore."
It always felt like forever when he waited for Valerie to turn up. Why was she never waiting on him like this? Was he the needy one in their… friendship? The ability she had to make Theodore question every single thing about his personality, his actions, whether she was into him at all. It felt like he was in school again. But all the same, it was exciting, and his life sure did need some sort of excitement these days.
Before he could dissect everything about himself, he noticed her and raised a hand to get her attention, although it seemed she already had her sights on him. “Valerie. I didn’t realise this was a double date. Should I have brought a friend?” He joked. Trying to joke always whenever he felt nervous.
“Wanna sit for a bit?” He had picked the perfect park bench, as you can see. Perfect for the cinema move where you subtly snuck your arm around the person next to you. Although that could result in a bitten arm, given her little friend under her arm.
Anita would be very inclined to agree, Sir. You were indeed bad at nonverbal communication. With all the gesturing, one would have thought you to be a hand model. A huge smirk graced her face as she polished off the rest of the ice cream. That frozen treat had been like a taste of heaven to her. Annie regretted nothing about her decision to get one. “Birmingham,’’ she repeated carelessly, now wiping her fingers on a tissue. Her nose was just a hint of chilly which was a good thing,
What’s this? Was Mister here a comedian? Anita hoped not. He was bad at jokes, even though her lips twitched. “It’s a bad accent. Your gestures need to be a lot more graceful.” Believe it or not, the woman was playing along. “Typical guys,’’ she added and shook her head with a small smile.
Oh yes, Camilo was well aware that he was bad at jokes. Adults were usually more discreet, but kids on the U14 teams he coached and taught at Hogwarts were NOT hesitant to roll their eyes whenever he told what he thought was a funny joke. He did not mind receiving such reaction - in fact, he enjoyed it so much that he never gave up making bad jokes. So he was pleasantly surprised to see a small smile form on the lady's lips, and hear her playing along.
"Well, I do play Beater in Quidditch. That may be why my gestures are so rough and inelegant. BUT I don't have to practise my hand accent anymore, now that we're talking." Relieved to see her smile - that meant she was not angry at him anymore, right? - he adjusted his sitting posture so that he was facing her. "My offer to buy you a new ice cream is still valid, by the way. Or ... dinner if you'd prefer that."
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Did he really want a straight answer to these queries? If so, she would be more than willing to offer them should he ask. She was usually willing to offer him her unfiltered opinion, particularly because he seemed to be able to handle it. It was not a trait that all possessed.
Glancing at the flesh eater tucked beneath her arm, she arched a pale brow in his direction. Had she been aware that this was a date? Absolutely not, though he was perhaps being a bit cheeky with her. Humor, his particular flavor of it, was something she was growing to understand and become more palatable. "I will do my best to ensure you do not feel like the third wheel," she jested in return, her lips curling into a small smirk as she swatted away one of the little spikey vines that reached out towards his cheek. The vine retreated and her hand remained lingering in the air for a moment before she decided to lightly drag a nail down his cheek and then it too retreated away.
Checking that the muzzle was still securely in place, Valerie returned her attention to her 'date' and nodded curtly. "Alright." And does just that, tucking her little friend on the ground with her feet as a barrier between it and Theodore.
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Oh yes, Camilo was well aware that he was bad at jokes. Adults were usually more discreet, but kids on the U14 teams he coached and taught at Hogwarts were NOT hesitant to roll their eyes whenever he told what he thought was a funny joke. He did not mind receiving such reaction - in fact, he enjoyed it so much that he never gave up making bad jokes. So he was pleasantly surprised to see a small smile form on the lady's lips, and hear her playing along.
"Well, I do play Beater in Quidditch. That may be why my gestures are so rough and inelegant. BUT I don't have to practise my hand accent anymore, now that we're talking." Relieved to see her smile - that meant she was not angry at him anymore, right? - he adjusted his sitting posture so that he was facing her. "My offer to buy you a new ice cream is still valid, by the way. Or ... dinner if you'd prefer that."
Anita wadded up her tissue before carelessly tossing it into her shoulder bag. Said tissue would be disposed of later, along with some other junk in that bag. Come to think of it, that particular bag was long overdue for a cleaning ; there was too much clutter in there. But what was a fashion designer to do when she got too busy a majority of the time? Cue her mental sigh. However, her thoughts were interrupted and the longing she felt to be a tad organised when it came to her personal belongings evaporated to be replaced with interest.
“Do you play professionally?” Anita did not follow Quidditch so there wasn’t a chance that she knew a great deal of the players. The few that she knew, along with managers, coaches and recruiters, used her designing services. No, she wasn’t angry at him anymore. Perhaps it was a flaw but Anita could not stay mad for a long time. And his words about his hand accent actually made her chuckle. “I couldn’t let you go on making yourself look silly.” Annie shook her head. “Passersby would have thought you crazy.” She was fully taken aback to see him turn to face her completely. Maybe it was because she hadn’t expected it, maybe it was because she thought it was something that someone would do when they were comfortable with the other person. Or maybe it was best when apparently asking someone out. Anita tilted her head and lifted a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Well… I’ve had my fill of ice cream to last me a while but why would I accept your dinner invitation, Sir?” Like… give her a good reason other than you’re so, so handsome.
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Anita wadded up her tissue before carelessly tossing it into her shoulder bag. Said tissue would be disposed of later, along with some other junk in that bag. Come to think of it, that particular bag was long overdue for a cleaning ; there was too much clutter in there. But what was a fashion designer to do when she got too busy a majority of the time? Cue her mental sigh. However, her thoughts were interrupted and the longing she felt to be a tad organised when it came to her personal belongings evaporated to be replaced with interest.
“Do you play professionally?” Anita did not follow Quidditch so there wasn’t a chance that she knew a great deal of the players. The few that she knew, along with managers, coaches and recruiters, used her designing services. No, she wasn’t angry at him anymore. Perhaps it was a flaw but Anita could not stay mad for a long time. And his words about his hand accent actually made her chuckle. “I couldn’t let you go on making yourself look silly.” Annie shook her head. “Passersby would have thought you crazy.” She was fully taken aback to see him turn to face her completely. Maybe it was because she hadn’t expected it, maybe it was because she thought it was something that someone would do when they were comfortable with the other person. Or maybe it was best when apparently asking someone out. Anita tilted her head and lifted a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Well… I’ve had my fill of ice cream to last me a while but why would I accept your dinner invitation, Sir?” Like… give her a good reason other than you’re so, so handsome.
Camilo noticed her toss the tissue into her bag, but did not think it was particularly weird. There weren't enough rubbish bins on the street anyway, probably due to the odours that could come from them. His own running backpack happened to be clean, though he only cared about it for hygiene reasons - didn't want anything to dirty his towel or water bottle - and his other bags and apartment were also in need of a long overdue tidying session.
He had regretted showing off his Beater experience as soon as he casually mentioned it, but it seemed that he got her attention by doing so. She asked him a question! The regret was no more. "No, just for fun, though I had been a reserve player for the Caerphilly Catapults back in the days. Now I own and manage that shop." He pointed across the street to Quality Quidditch Supplies. "And what do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" He really hoped she didn't mind him asking.
"Thank you, ma'am. You are most generous." Aguilar faked taking a bow when she said she could not continue letting him look silly. He was, in fact, already somewhat comfortable with the lady with whom he shared the bench. They were talking and joking and smiling, which he thought were all good social signals. Of course, that was a whole different issue from successfully asking her out. "Okay. The reasons are threefold. Firstly, I like to think that I'm kind-hearted and funny. If you accept my dinner invitation, I will make sure that you have a lovely evening. Secondly, I've done some interesting things in life so far, so you'll get to hear cool stories while we have dinner. But I'm also a good listener, so you should be prepared to tell your own cool stories too! Thirdly, I know all the good restaurants in London. Even if you don't like me, I can promise that you'll like the food." He looked at her with a playful smile.
Camilo noticed her toss the tissue into her bag, but did not think it was particularly weird. There weren't enough rubbish bins on the street anyway, probably due to the odours that could come from them. His own running backpack happened to be clean, though he only cared about it for hygiene reasons - didn't want anything to dirty his towel or water bottle - and his other bags and apartment were also in need of a long overdue tidying session.
He had regretted showing off his Beater experience as soon as he casually mentioned it, but it seemed that he got her attention by doing so. She asked him a question! The regret was no more. "No, just for fun, though I had been a reserve player for the Caerphilly Catapults back in the days. Now I own and manage that shop." He pointed across the street to Quality Quidditch Supplies. "And what do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" He really hoped she didn't mind him asking.
"Thank you, ma'am. You are most generous." Aguilar faked taking a bow when she said she could not continue letting him look silly. He was, in fact, already somewhat comfortable with the lady with whom he shared the bench. They were talking and joking and smiling, which he thought were all good social signals. Of course, that was a whole different issue from successfully asking her out. "Okay. The reasons are threefold. Firstly, I like to think that I'm kind-hearted and funny. If you accept my dinner invitation, I will make sure that you have a lovely evening. Secondly, I've done some interesting things in life so far, so you'll get to hear cool stories while we have dinner. But I'm also a good listener, so you should be prepared to tell your own cool stories too! Thirdly, I know all the good restaurants in London. Even if you don't like me, I can promise that you'll like the food." He looked at her with a playful smile.
You know what Anita did, besides asking about professional teams? Her gaze travelled right to his arms as she was trying to determine the circumference of them. Surely that would be a good measure of how muscular he was. “Back in the day?” Anita asked, grinning impishly so that a small dimple appeared on the right side cheek. “You make it sound as though you’re old.” Impressed with him managing a business of his own, her gaze followed the indication. Quality Quidditch Supplies. “That makes sense. Want to hear something? I haven’t been to that shop since I was attending Hogwarts.” And no, she didn’t mind the question one bit. It had actually been a while since Anita had the time to make conversation that wasn’t work related with anyone. “I own and manage a clothing business. I’m a fashion designer.”
Okay, despite her original resentment of him, Anita decided that she was willing to let that go because he was so funny. Or bad at being funny in some cases, which in turn made the situations funnier. “You were just lucky. But you’re welcome.” The reasons being listed were not bad ones at all. Anita admitted to herself that she was attracted to his humour more than anything else for now. She also admitted to herself that there wasn’t any time in her life for any serious relationship, though of course there was no way to determine that would happen here. Yet, the woman found herself agreeing to dinner. “You’ve got yourself one dinner partner even though I don’t even know your name.” Was it normal for conversations to go on this long without knowing someone’s name? “Mine’s Anita Sandhu.”
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Phoenix had a love-hate relationship with Diagon Alley. Sure there were plenty of cool things around when he went to visit - that type of thing usually went along with magic. And he did like to go when he was getting something that he wanted. But more often than not, when he ended up having to go on a shopping trip with his mother, it became dreadfully dull and he ended up bored out of his mind.
That was the case today.
Phoenix had hoped that he could possibly talk his mum into buying him something when she took him out shopping, but it seemed to be an endless afternoon of errands and he was regretting tagging along. Not that he had the choice. But after several heavy sighs and accidentally stepping on his mum's heels one too many times from following her too closely, Phoenix's mother gave him a handful of sickles and told him he could go to a shop on his own if he would meet her at the fountain later.
He didn't have to be told twice, but almost as soon as he was released onto the alley on his own, he was hit in the arm by a quaffle. "Ow!" he called out, more in surprise than actually being hurt. And he looked around for the culprit, spotting a boy about his age nearby. "What'd you do that for?"
Ax was already preparing to chase after the quaffle once it had bounced off the window, but the interruption of another boy ruined it. He'd have been fine to go on playing his one-person game, and was tempted to do so, but something had him suddenly stooping and snatching the quaffle back up again, before some passing adult heard the outrage and came to puncture it or steal it away.
As his game was paused, he answered. Thing was, he wasn't too used to interacting with other children his age, and had never really been inducted into the business of successfully making friends.
"Didn't do nothing to you," Ax shot back, his entire demeanour hovering somewhere between surly and hostile. "What'd you walk in the way for?" It wasn't even like he'd kicked it that hard - except he sort of had, but it wasn't like he'd been smacking bludgers around.
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You know what Anita did, besides asking about professional teams? Her gaze travelled right to his arms as she was trying to determine the circumference of them. Surely that would be a good measure of how muscular he was. “Back in the day?” Anita asked, grinning impishly so that a small dimple appeared on the right side cheek. “You make it sound as though you’re old.” Impressed with him managing a business of his own, her gaze followed the indication. Quality Quidditch Supplies. “That makes sense. Want to hear something? I haven’t been to that shop since I was attending Hogwarts.” And no, she didn’t mind the question one bit. It had actually been a while since Anita had the time to make conversation that wasn’t work related with anyone. “I own and manage a clothing business. I’m a fashion designer.”
Okay, despite her original resentment of him, Anita decided that she was willing to let that go because he was so funny. Or bad at being funny in some cases, which in turn made the situations funnier. “You were just lucky. But you’re welcome.” The reasons being listed were not bad ones at all. Anita admitted to herself that she was attracted to his humour more than anything else for now. She also admitted to herself that there wasn’t any time in her life for any serious relationship, though of course there was no way to determine that would happen here. Yet, the woman found herself agreeing to dinner. “You’ve got yourself one dinner partner even though I don’t even know your name.” Was it normal for conversations to go on this long without knowing someone’s name? “Mine’s Anita Sandhu.”
As he pointed across the street to his shop (thus allowing good view of his muscular arm), Camilo's stare lingered on a young customer by the window who gave off an unexplainable shoplifter vibe. He tore his eyes away when the boy shrugged and left the store. So, he did not notice that the woman with the cutest dimple had been looking at his arms.
"Oh yeah, kids who come into the shop to buy their first toy broomsticks? They think I'm ancient. I guess that influences the way I speak. But I'm not old," he reassured her. "I see. I would say come by sometime, but I admit that the shop isn't very fun if you are not a fan of Quidditch ... or a fan of me, so no pressure." Camilo Aguilar was simply amazing at flirting, obviously. Unfortunately, he too was not a devoted follower of her field of work. He was all for wearing the most comfortable clothes he could find, which meant that he broke the rules of fashion like a Gryffindor looking to get fashion detention, if such a thing existed. "That makes sense too, no wonder you're so well dressed." He would have to make a serious effort to make himself look presentable for Ms. Fashion Designer.
YES, she said yes! Even though she didn't know his name! "Oh, right, names. Hi, Anita Sandhu. Hi, Anita! My name's Camilo Aguilar." He extended his hand for a belated "nice to meet you" handshake, grinning from ear to ear. "So uh, how does this Friday work for you?"
As he pointed across the street to his shop (thus allowing good view of his muscular arm), Camilo's stare lingered on a young customer by the window who gave off an unexplainable shoplifter vibe. He tore his eyes away when the boy shrugged and left the store. So, he did not notice that the woman with the cutest dimple had been looking at his arms.
"Oh yeah, kids who come into the shop to buy their first toy broomsticks? They think I'm ancient. I guess that influences the way I speak. But I'm not old," he reassured her. "I see. I would say come by sometime, but I admit that the shop isn't very fun if you are not a fan of Quidditch ... or a fan of me, so no pressure." Camilo Aguilar was simply amazing at flirting, obviously. Unfortunately, he too was not a devoted follower of her field of work. He was all for wearing the most comfortable clothes he could find, which meant that he broke the rules of fashion like a Gryffindor looking to get fashion detention, if such a thing existed. "That makes sense too, no wonder you're so well dressed." He would have to make a serious effort to make himself look presentable for Ms. Fashion Designer.
YES, she said yes! Even though she didn't know his name! "Oh, right, names. Hi, Anita Sandhu. Hi, Anita! My name's Camilo Aguilar." He extended his hand for a belated "nice to meet you" handshake, grinning from ear to ear. "So uh, how does this Friday work for you?"
Anita made up her mind. Her new friend here certainly had impressive muscles. That certainly was another feature of his which attracted her. It was too bad about him missing her dimple though. He would have been blown away. Luckily there were going to be instances when he got the chance to lay his eyes on it; providing that he made her laugh and grin, of course.
The woman pressed her lips together. Would it be too improper if she kept laughing at his jokes? She didn’t want him to get the impression that she was flirting with him, even if Anita really did like him. “Don’t worry, your face seems to be free of wrinkles.” Oh, oh, oh. Anita saw what you did there! Was that his way of trying to find out if she liked him? If it was, rest assured that Anita Sandhu was not going to fall so easily for that trick. “I follow Quidditch just enough to keep up with my clients. It always pays well to offer a bit of flattery about their moves or saves.’’ A shrewd business woman she can be. “Thank you,” Annie replied with the tiniest of smirks. “You’re not so bad at picking your own clothes.” She liked his casual style.
Goodness gracious! If he wasn’t cute when he said her full name before using only her first. “Nice to meet you as well, Camilo,’’ Annie remarked as she reached out to grasp and shake his hand with her presumably smaller and softer one. “Hmm.” Annie pretended to think but there wasn’t really any need: unless you counted her being in her apartment above her studio dressed in oversized clothing and watching TV, then there wasn’t much else planned for her Friday night. “I think I can rearrange my schedule a bit. Friday’s perfect. Any particular time in mind we should meet?”
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Backpack lazily hanging off his shoulder, Noah slumped to sit in the bench. He sighed as he quite literally fell onto the bench so hard that his legs flew up a little and then hit the ground. Rushed breath escaped his pouty full lips, letting go of all the stresses that he had experienced in today’s lessons. Healer School was tough. He had gotten up before the sun had risen to get to the facility to work with one of the experienced Healer’s on a memory case… which emotionally had been more draining than what he had anticipated. Then the rest of the day was split between practicals, shadowing, and lectures.
He then reached for his phone which was in the bag beside him and fished it out to send a quick text to his girlfriend. He took another deep breath before letting out another huff. He needed a vacation.
Was it too late to transfer to WADA? He assumed it would have been less work to study dance at this point…
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Backpack lazily hanging off his shoulder, Noah slumped to sit in the bench. He sighed as he quite literally fell onto the bench so hard that his legs flew up a little and then hit the ground. Rushed breath escaped his pouty full lips, letting go of all the stresses that he had experienced in today’s lessons. Healer School was tough. He had gotten up before the sun had risen to get to the facility to work with one of the experienced Healer’s on a memory case… which emotionally had been more draining than what he had anticipated. Then the rest of the day was split between practicals, shadowing, and lectures.
He then reached for his phone which was in the bag beside him and fished it out to send a quick text to his girlfriend. He took another deep breath before letting out another huff. He needed a vacation.
Was it too late to transfer to WADA? He assumed it would have been less work to study dance at this point…
Aboli had been home, working on her own homework for school when she had gotten his text. They had been friends and then together for so long now that she could just TELL from the way he was texting that he was feeling off. After asking him where he was, it didn't take long for her to throw a hoodie over her tank top and apparate to Diagon.
Phones went a little fuzzy in the Alley. They worked all right, but for the most part it was spotty. She supposed she was lucky to even have gotten Noah's text at all from here. But her boyfriend wasn't hard to find, and as she approached the bench, she wolf whistled playfully.
"Looooook at that STUD!" she said loudly and clapped as she plopped down next to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. She couldn't help smiling. "What's wrong? You seemed ehhhhh on the phone."
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Did he really want a straight answer to these queries? If so, she would be more than willing to offer them should he ask. She was usually willing to offer him her unfiltered opinion, particularly because he seemed to be able to handle it. It was not a trait that all possessed.
Glancing at the flesh eater tucked beneath her arm, she arched a pale brow in his direction. Had she been aware that this was a date? Absolutely not, though he was perhaps being a bit cheeky with her. Humor, his particular flavor of it, was something she was growing to understand and become more palatable. "I will do my best to ensure you do not feel like the third wheel," she jested in return, her lips curling into a small smirk as she swatted away one of the little spikey vines that reached out towards his cheek. The vine retreated and her hand remained lingering in the air for a moment before she decided to lightly drag a nail down his cheek and then it too retreated away.
Checking that the muzzle was still securely in place, Valerie returned her attention to her 'date' and nodded curtly. "Alright." And does just that, tucking her little friend on the ground with her feet as a barrier between it and Theodore.
As a matter of fact, these were questions that Theodore intended on getting answers to. Pretty soon. Like, today, even. The pair had been seeing each other for… forever… and this old man was getting antsy. It felt like he was in school again but he didn’t mind feeling that way, what with being an old man.
Theodore grinned as she graced him with a smile. It was becoming easier for him to get those treats from her. He playfully wiggled his finger in the direction of the killer plant, hoping that his distance would suffice. Otherwise he would be sacrificing a finger to impress a chick!!!
His intentions of using this park bench as their make believe movie theatre seat didn’t take long to come into affect, keeping an eye out on that deadly creature by her feet, his arm silently snuck over her shoulders and he tugged her in slightly. There was a chill in the air so he figured she would appreciate the closeness, especially since his beard hair could keep her ear warm at least. “Good day at the office?” Theodore mumbled into said ear.
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Ahhh, bench! Solana made her way right towards it and settled down on it, her legs had decided just as she had gotten out of the last store that they needed to sit down. Which was highly inconvenient if she was honest. But healing wasn't an easy process.. and she needed to not push herself.
So, she had walked to the first bench she had seen and sat down. She pawed through her bag of school supplies she had just picked up from Scribbulus.. a pang going through her as she remembered time there spent with a certain someone.. But hopefully the Nam's would like her care packages, sister or not, she had never failed in making them one for the start of term, and she wouldn't fail this year either.
She smiled as she saw the pink ink that Lisa would surely love.. she hoped she would able to to see them this summer. She put the ink back in her bag and was looking at the sparkly quill she had bought for herself.. Ahh, she loved School supplies.. it really made her happy.
It honestly was just the little things. She needed to focus on those..
Ahhh, bench! Solana made her way right towards it and settled down on it, her legs had decided just as she had gotten out of the last store that they needed to sit down. Which was highly inconvenient if she was honest. But healing wasn't an easy process.. and she needed to not push herself.
So, she had walked to the first bench she had seen and sat down. She pawed through her bag of school supplies she had just picked up from Scribbulus.. a pang going through her as she remembered time there spent with a certain someone.. But hopefully the Nam's would like her care packages, sister or not, she had never failed in making them one for the start of term, and she wouldn't fail this year either.
She smiled as she saw the pink ink that Lisa would surely love.. she hoped she would able to to see them this summer. She put the ink back in her bag and was looking at the sparkly quill she had bought for herself.. Ahh, she loved School supplies.. it really made her happy.
It honestly was just the little things. She needed to focus on those..
"It's the most wonderful time of the yeaaaaaaar!" Was Tavion singing a Christmas song as he attempted to dance down the Diagon Alley street - Everest style? Yes. Did he look ridiculous? Also yes. The currently lilac haired boy didn't nearly have the grace of his younger siblings, particularly that of the performer. But that didn't mean he didn't still have fun with it. AND the song was fitting because summer WAS the most wonderful time of the year!
It meant time back in London where he could see all of his friends. The boy loved Beauxbatons, truly he did, but he still hadn't connected to the people there in the same way as he had at Hogwarts. Well, he did have Donella but technically she had been a Hogwarts student too so the point of his internal monologue still stood in his brain. So he would dance, and be happy and excited for all the times he was about to spend with friends he didn't often see. And he would sing Christmas songs too if he wanted!
Sorry all the passerby's poor ears
He tried to do a cool slide type thing he'd seen Ever try before too, still humming loudly, and managed to... not stick that particular move. Instead managing to stick his face into the ground right in front of a bench where someone was perched. "OOF."
That did not feel amazing.
Sitting up he rubbed at his cheek and looked up at the bench only to blink in surprise. Wait, he knew that face. "Solana?!"
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As a matter of fact, these were questions that Theodore intended on getting answers to. Pretty soon. Like, today, even. The pair had been seeing each other for… forever… and this old man was getting antsy. It felt like he was in school again but he didn’t mind feeling that way, what with being an old man.
Theodore grinned as she graced him with a smile. It was becoming easier for him to get those treats from her. He playfully wiggled his finger in the direction of the killer plant, hoping that his distance would suffice. Otherwise he would be sacrificing a finger to impress a chick!!!
His intentions of using this park bench as their make believe movie theatre seat didn’t take long to come into affect, keeping an eye out on that deadly creature by her feet, his arm silently snuck over her shoulders and he tugged her in slightly. There was a chill in the air so he figured she would appreciate the closeness, especially since his beard hair could keep her ear warm at least. “Good day at the office?” Theodore mumbled into said ear.
She was positively jumping for joy at the prospect of talking about feelings and intentions. Could he tell? Was her stoic and borderline icy indifference not obvious enough indications of such things?
And, for the record...Theodore...there was nothing impressive about losing a limb and there was a lifetime guarantee that this 'chick' would roll her eyes and question your ability to compute common sense.
Taken aback by the gesture, particularly because it was so public, one of her hands found its way to his side on reflex to push him away a bit. But damn be the organ in her chest that pumped these days with an insufferably yearning for closeness. Something that had unfortunately only intensified with her moving out of the shared flat with Jerry while also grown more complicated upon Jerry's return from his film pilgrimage or whatever it was he had been on for the past few months. It all boiled her blood and elicited certain reckless needs. So she permitted the closeness for now, uncomfortable as she was with such public displays of affection that often felt more performative than not. Though there was a certain subconscious pleasure in the way such gestures also served as a means to stake a claim on another, much like her little teething flesh eater had decided that the leg of the bench was its own and was busy gnawing away at it presently.
"I suppose," she replied calmly as she took a moment to scrutinize his clothing choices once again and perhaps leaned into him a bit more. "... did you just come from an important meeting or press conference?" Considering the Quidditch World Cup and all, it seemed likely. Hence his moderately fancy attire.
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She and Boone were very much through.
It was strange coming back to Diagon without him. A newly graduated Eveline Stonem sat on the Park Bench, staring off into the distance, as she watched people mingle about. Couples and couples to be, families and families to be... It was all rather intoxicating.
Taking a long sip of her cold brew coffee, she slumped further into the seat she was in and pulled her book closer to her nose.
Hiding from the world felt like a good option as she watched the people go about their business.
Being old was weird.
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"It's the most wonderful time of the yeaaaaaaar!" Was Tavion singing a Christmas song as he attempted to dance down the Diagon Alley street - Everest style? Yes. Did he look ridiculous? Also yes. The currently lilac haired boy didn't nearly have the grace of his younger siblings, particularly that of the performer. But that didn't mean he didn't still have fun with it. AND the song was fitting because summer WAS the most wonderful time of the year!
It meant time back in London where he could see all of his friends. The boy loved Beauxbatons, truly he did, but he still hadn't connected to the people there in the same way as he had at Hogwarts. Well, he did have Donella but technically she had been a Hogwarts student too so the point of his internal monologue still stood in his brain. So he would dance, and be happy and excited for all the times he was about to spend with friends he didn't often see. And he would sing Christmas songs too if he wanted!
Sorry all the passerby's poor ears
He tried to do a cool slide type thing he'd seen Ever try before too, still humming loudly, and managed to... not stick that particular move. Instead managing to stick his face into the ground right in front of a bench where someone was perched. "OOF."
That did not feel amazing.
Sitting up he rubbed at his cheek and looked up at the bench only to blink in surprise. Wait, he knew that face. "Solana?!"
Sol looked up as she heard someone singing? Was.. was that a Christmas song? Her head swiveled in the direction of the singing and her stormy eyes lit up as she saw who was there!
She grinned a bit as she watched him do a move that she had seen Ever perform several times, and yet unlike her “uncle” Everest.. who usually nailed performances.. Tavvy, in this case did not.. and she winced as he face planted on the ground.. she leaned forward in the bench to help him..
But pulled back as he sat up and saw her.
“Hey!” the fifth year had a very happy smile on her face as she saw him. She reached out to hug him, uncaring at the moment that he was part way on the ground. She had missed him so much!
“Its so good to see you! Are you okay?” ” She asked as she pulled back and looked at his cheek, her fingers gently hovering over it, but not touching yet.
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She was positively jumping for joy at the prospect of talking about feelings and intentions. Could he tell? Was her stoic and borderline icy indifference not obvious enough indications of such things?
And, for the record...Theodore...there was nothing impressive about losing a limb and there was a lifetime guarantee that this 'chick' would roll her eyes and question your ability to compute common sense.
Taken aback by the gesture, particularly because it was so public, one of her hands found its way to his side on reflex to push him away a bit. But damn be the organ in her chest that pumped these days with an insufferably yearning for closeness. Something that had unfortunately only intensified with her moving out of the shared flat with Jerry while also grown more complicated upon Jerry's return from his film pilgrimage or whatever it was he had been on for the past few months. It all boiled her blood and elicited certain reckless needs. So she permitted the closeness for now, uncomfortable as she was with such public displays of affection that often felt more performative than not. Though there was a certain subconscious pleasure in the way such gestures also served as a means to stake a claim on another, much like her little teething flesh eater had decided that the leg of the bench was its own and was busy gnawing away at it presently.
"I suppose," she replied calmly as she took a moment to scrutinize his clothing choices once again and perhaps leaned into him a bit more. "... did you just come from an important meeting or press conference?" Considering the Quidditch World Cup and all, it seemed likely. Hence his moderately fancy attire.
Her apparent acceptance of his closeness was all the cue he needed to really snuggle in. It was cosy and warm. Not feelings that paired often together when he was with Valerie in public. “I missed you.” He whispered in her ear, with every intention to make her swoon. The snuggle lasted for a short time, before he returned to where he was before. Best not to push this one’s limits.
“Huh?” Very specific questions… which didn’t take him long to realise that she was curious about his clothing. “No… no important meetings today.” Although work has been particularly hectic of late. Theodore tugged at the collar of his coat and shrugged. “Got a few new threads… uh… clothes, I mean.” What adult says THREADS? “What do you think?” He asked with a modelesque pout.
Having a proper job was starting to really show benefits to Theodore’s life since he had secured a place to live. He appreciated these small accents since working was such a drag. Oh, to be flying professionally again.
A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
The park benches had become one of his favorite places in Diagon Alley and today, the third year decided to spend his time there with no real purpose in mind. Just enjoying the sunny weather and trying to finish this book he had taken with him. It was the same book he had gotten from the library after him and Lisa had gone there before going to the beach. It... Was certainly a fond memory, spending time with a friend and reading together on the beach. Of course, Daniel was never going to admit that.
Finding an empty bench, Daniel decided to claim it as his own by sitting on the right of it and then bringing his legs up so that he lay sideways on it. He then unhooked his sunglasses from his t-shirt and put them on before opening up his book to read.
Sol looked up as she heard someone singing? Was.. was that a Christmas song? Her head swiveled in the direction of the singing and her stormy eyes lit up as she saw who was there!
She grinned a bit as she watched him do a move that she had seen Ever perform several times, and yet unlike her “uncle” Everest.. who usually nailed performances.. Tavvy, in this case did not.. and she winced as he face planted on the ground.. she leaned forward in the bench to help him..
But pulled back as he sat up and saw her.
“Hey!” the fifth year had a very happy smile on her face as she saw him. She reached out to hug him, uncaring at the moment that he was part way on the ground. She had missed him so much!
“Its so good to see you! Are you okay?” ” She asked as she pulled back and looked at his cheek, her fingers gently hovering over it, but not touching yet.
Oh he could only imagine how disappointed his brother would be to see his complete lack of grace as he still sat there on the pavement. It truly was a shame he'd picked up none of the gracefulness that Everest had apparently managed to soak up ALL of. But he did still have his drawing, which was nearly as joyful looking but it did bring HIM joy so he supposed he would be happy with what he had. Besides, dancing wouldn't have gotten him into the art club at school. Though frankly, those groups of individuals who did dancing together also looked even cooler...
He was digressing.
So in effort to focus himself, he opted to think of the other reasons he had to be joyful! Like the current unexpected reunion! Which would hopefully also distract him from his now slightly stinging face. He returned the hug, as best as he could from his current position. It was a good thing he was getting taller because this was far less uncomfortable of a position than it would have been a year or so ago. "What are you doing here? Not that I'm not very very pleased to see you but! Surprised!"
Releasing her, he started to push himself off the ground, just enough to where he could gently plop into the seat beside her. "The most bruised thing is my ego.... and maybe my face." But someone could probably fix that up for him later. "How are you? What brings you to Diagon alley?"
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Her apparent acceptance of his closeness was all the cue he needed to really snuggle in. It was cosy and warm. Not feelings that paired often together when he was with Valerie in public. “I missed you.” He whispered in her ear, with every intention to make her swoon. The snuggle lasted for a short time, before he returned to where he was before. Best not to push this one’s limits.
“Huh?” Very specific questions… which didn’t take him long to realise that she was curious about his clothing. “No… no important meetings today.” Although work has been particularly hectic of late. Theodore tugged at the collar of his coat and shrugged. “Got a few new threads… uh… clothes, I mean.” What adult says THREADS? “What do you think?” He asked with a modelesque pout.
Having a proper job was starting to really show benefits to Theodore’s life since he had secured a place to live. He appreciated these small accents since working was such a drag. Oh, to be flying professionally again.
...someone was feeling emboldened today...
There were incredibly conflicting feelings and the want to pull him closer to encourage him was present, but also the need to push him away and entirely dismissed his affections. To be dismissive of this devotion she would have to be incapable of experiencing any of her five sense not to notice. Her skin goosebummped a bit as his warm breath caressed her ear with the whisper and danced its way down her neck to elicit a subtle shudder from Valerie. A shudder that would have gone on entirely unnoticed were he not so close. It was not the swoon he had been aiming for (and, honestly Theodore, did you truly believe her capable of such things?) but still a reaction in his favor.
"...how could you miss me when I have gone no where?" she asked coolly and skeptically in a very Valerie manner. "...and have seen one another at least a handful of times since the summer solstice." Buying plants for his mother from Noltie's, as the excuse often went. One could only miss something that had disappeared and she only dead that in the dead of night when other obligations called upon her and her barn owl form.
Usually failing at these moment where a compliment was to be expected, she did stepped into this one with some semblance of poise. Even if, perhaps, the words she shared were not exactly the expected form of compliments. "...you look...polished..." Valerie paused and tilted her head to consider things a bit more and her pale brow arching at the superfluous pout he was putting on. "...and I would say brings a sophistication to your beard ... but what you are doing with your face right now counteracts the maturity."
And, just to be a little lesss doom and gloom, she caught a bit of his beard and twisted it between her thumb and index finger.
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