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Placed strategically along the north side of the street, there are about five park benches on either side of the street offering a place for the weary to rest their tired feet for a moment. There is one situated between Potage's Cauldron Shop and Slug and Jiggers Apothecary, one between Madam Malkin's and Flourish and Blotts - and then on the opposite side of the street, between Magical Menagerie and Eeylops Owl Emporium, and Quality Quidditch Supplies and Scribbulus Writing Implements. The fifth bench is right before Gringotts Wizarding Bank, clearly placed there to let you know you've reached where the street begins to curve.
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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Dy was feeling an odd sense of responsibility today. Even though she was only approaching her third year, dad Adi had entrusted her with the task of watching over her youngest sibling. While Adi was off to the Apothecary {not before getting his kids ice cream} for potion ingredients, she was to watch over Aryan. Dy sat on one of the benches, licking away at her strawberry ice cream cone, her eyes on Ary while he sat at another bench with a friend. Of course he wasn’t talking much, and of course Bryony was running her mouth as though words were about to go out of style. How her brother put up with that precious chatterbox, Dynah would never know.
She continued to study the eleven year old boy, not noticing some of the melted ice cream drip down her fingers that was clutching the cone. You see, the young musician was too busy pretending to be the Sorting Hat so that she could Sort Ary! Half of her wanted him to be a Hufflepuff with her, while the remainder wanted him to be a Slytherin because then each of the Atreyu-Rehman offspring would be Sorted into a different House.
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There was something sort of comforting about no longer feeling the smallest on the Alley. It's true, at her petite frame Tam couldn't really be considered a BIG kid but... she wasn't a first year this term. She'd gotten all of the scary firsts of school out of the way. And perhaps that's why as she made her way through the throngs of kids she felt lighter. Or maybe it was the stack of new musical theory books in her shoulder bag. Despite the added pounds she was carrying, there was nothing that could lift her spirits quite like music or anything remotely close to it.
Though, she had to admit as she spotted a familiar form sitting on a bench alone, having friends certainly came close. With a soft smile, she made her way past the bench where two of who she assumed the incoming class were and gave a small wave as she approached one of the free seats on the bench and sat down. "Do you know them?" She asked Dynah, giving a small nod of her head towards the two kids that she seemed to be keeping an eye on. Was the boy perhaps Dynah's mentioned younger brother?
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Anyone that knew anything about Bryony Paton, knew there were a few things that she would never EVER pass up an opportunity on. Like getting to spend the day with Aryan. And not only that, they had ice cream. This was a win, win in her young blue eyes. In the very moment, all was perfect in her bubble.
"And mama asked me this morning at breakfast what I hoped to learn about this year in HER class. So you know that I HAAAAAAAAD to go over the entire list of creatures we want to see." By we, Bry obviously meant Aryan and herself. This list happened to be quite long once she had started to rattle off types of creatures that morning. Why she needed to even be asked at all really was beyond her comprehension buuuuuut she was always thrilled to share her opinion on all the things.
Bryony turned sideways on the bench, pulling one of her legs up underneath so she could face Ary better (also Dynah since she hadn't sat with them). "I really hope we get to work with dragons and griffs though!" She waved her ice cream spoon around in excitement as she spoke, good thing it was clean.
The rambling no doubt would've continued on and on about creatures if a girl a little older than themselves hadn't walked past and sat herself down by Ary's sister and started talking to her. "Do you know who that is? New people always caught her attention. Cue the brightest smile and a wave at the other girl. Hello, there!
It wasn't often that Vesper wandered around DA on her own. Whenever papa was working, she was normally left with her older siblings. Which she never ever minded at all, on the contrary, she loved it. Those two were her most favorite people in the entire universe besides their papa. Only today they were both spending some time with their friends. Therefore, this girl was left to do things on her own.
Sometimes random wanderings got one nowhere. Other times, while taking in all of the people that were also walking around, a familiar face or two was found. These were the best times and always had her making the quickest beeline possible towards her friend. So when she spotted the flash of blonde hair and heard an all to familiar voice, Vesper zoned right in on it. The almost twelve year olds, eyes lighting up as she got closer to the benches and recognized more faces. "Hi, hi!" She waved her hand at them all in greeting as she skipped over.
Cooper, were he privy to such thoughts, may wonder if it was more that she was infatuated with the idea of such a relationship. He, well, he had been that very person for a long time (though with such adoration also came with his own presumptions that often got in the way of many of his relationships) and he was...well... he felt confident in saying that there was at least one other individual out there who would describe Florrie as extraordinary and not mean it like some business man drooling over his latest investment. But...well...anyway... it was what it was at this point, he supposed.
But...he had always felt her to be lonely. Lonely in a room full of crowded people because no one could see beyond the facade she put up. The perfect porcelain mask, if you will.
"Oh...I...well..." he floundered while once again rubbing his palms against his knees. "...I...am...well... the last I saw you was, I believe, before you switched careers to journalism...so...congratulations on your not-so-new new position." He did not read such magazines and never felt the inclination to leaf through them either while in any waiting room. He was fairly sure he had seen a copy or two on the shelves at the Menagerie or St. Mungo's though. "So you...enjoy that then? I mean, you must. The way your eyes just glimmered say as much."
Which she obviously did not enjoy was...what she said immediately after, but he wouldn't say anything to that right now.
If there was one other person that felt that she was extraordinary, Florrie would like to meet them. For now, she would continue to pretend she didn't have feelings, especially not for the one person who had outright rejected her. It was much easier this way. After all, feelings only seemed to cause drama or hurt, and the drama she searched for was a completely different type. Preferably not involving her.
Though she was more than happy to instigate it.
"Oh," Florrie said, only now remembering that, yes, their last meeting was before then. She recovered her composure quickly, though, and shrugged. "Thank you. It's been a lot of fun." And she meant that. Both the thank you, and that it was a lot of fun. She nodded, taking her sunglasses from the top of her head and fiddling with them for a moment. "I get to see new places, new trends. Meet a lot of interesting people. And, well - I know some may think it's fluff -" It wasn't a dig, but she figured that WHiM wasn't the kind of thing Cooper was into reading. "But it's an incredible thing to be part of."
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There was something sort of comforting about no longer feeling the smallest on the Alley. It's true, at her petite frame Tam couldn't really be considered a BIG kid but... she wasn't a first year this term. She'd gotten all of the scary firsts of school out of the way. And perhaps that's why as she made her way through the throngs of kids she felt lighter. Or maybe it was the stack of new musical theory books in her shoulder bag. Despite the added pounds she was carrying, there was nothing that could lift her spirits quite like music or anything remotely close to it.
Though, she had to admit as she spotted a familiar form sitting on a bench alone, having friends certainly came close. With a soft smile, she made her way past the bench where two of who she assumed the incoming class were and gave a small wave as she approached one of the free seats on the bench and sat down. "Do you know them?" She asked Dynah, giving a small nod of her head towards the two kids that she seemed to be keeping an eye on. Was the boy perhaps Dynah's mentioned younger brother?
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Anyone that knew anything about Bryony Paton, knew there were a few things that she would never EVER pass up an opportunity on. Like getting to spend the day with Aryan. And not only that, they had ice cream. This was a win, win in her young blue eyes. In the very moment, all was perfect in her bubble.
"And mama asked me this morning at breakfast what I hoped to learn about this year in HER class. So you know that I HAAAAAAAAD to go over the entire list of creatures we want to see." By we, Bry obviously meant Aryan and herself. This list happened to be quite long once she had started to rattle off types of creatures that morning. Why she needed to even be asked at all really was beyond her comprehension buuuuuut she was always thrilled to share her opinion on all the things.
Bryony turned sideways on the bench, pulling one of her legs up underneath so she could face Ary better (also Dynah since she hadn't sat with them). "I really hope we get to work with dragons and griffs though!" She waved her ice cream spoon around in excitement as she spoke, good thing it was clean.
The rambling no doubt would've continued on and on about creatures if a girl a little older than themselves hadn't walked past and sat herself down by Ary's sister and started talking to her. "Do you know who that is? New people always caught her attention. Cue the brightest smile and a wave at the other girl. Hello, there!
It wasn't often that Vesper wandered around DA on her own. Whenever papa was working, she was normally left with her older siblings. Which she never ever minded at all, on the contrary, she loved it. Those two were her most favorite people in the entire universe besides their papa. Only today they were both spending some time with their friends. Therefore, this girl was left to do things on her own.
Sometimes random wanderings got one nowhere. Other times, while taking in all of the people that were also walking around, a familiar face or two was found. These were the best times and always had her making the quickest beeline possible towards her friend. So when she spotted the flash of blonde hair and heard an all to familiar voice, Vesper zoned right in on it. The almost twelve year olds, eyes lighting up as she got closer to the benches and recognized more faces. "Hi, hi!" She waved her hand at them all in greeting as she skipped over.
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Dynah froze up, as she usually did whenever Tamara came around. Sadly, the Hufflepuff’s brain going fuzzy whenever this happened didn’t seem to be getting any better. As Tamara sat, Dynah became aware of the melting ice cream on her fingers. Great. Just great. Yet another occasion for her to make herself look positively stupid in front of this graceful girl. “H-Hi.” Why did she have to stammer? WHY? Despite the difficulty she was having in catching her breath and speaking, Dy was thrilled beyond the mood to see her cello-loving friend. “That’s my younger brother and his friend. They’ll be at Hogwarts starting September.”
What was that Bry was saying about griffs and dragons? It was a marvel that the chatterbox was not tired of those creatures. And truthfully? Truthfully, she was not surprised to hear Ary reply that he wanted a lesson on mooncalves. “His name is Aryan, and that’s Bryony. Ary and Bry for short.”
Oh! There was Vesper to the rescue! {unknowingly}. Dy immediately grinned. “Hi, hi, Ves!’’ Yes, it was quite an enthusiastic greeting, and a lot mores o than the one she had given Tam {because being in Tam’s vicinity was great but addled her brain and also because DY WAS COMPLETELY CRUSHING ON TAM}. “I’d offer you ice cream but it’s melting.” Clearly she had forgotten to clean up when she first realised this. It was definitely because she had gotten distracted by Tam's pretty face.
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The wave from the friendly first year got a returned smile from Tam, as she raised her hand to return the gesture with a shy one of her own - though certainly still enthusiastic.
The distraction of looking over at the younger students caused her to miss the slight stammer to Dynah's words. Not that she, as someone who often had a very similar greeting to others, would have had any judgement if she picked up on the nerves. She smiled again at both the younger students when Dy explained who they were, her attention turning now back to Dy. "They're cute! I like that their names coordinate so well together too. Are they best friends?" The body language between the two certainly MADE them look like they were best friends, not that she was super well versed in what those looked like - perhaps outside of Anna and Aurora and their companionship. But Anna had a way too of being a ray of sunshine towards EVERYONE. Something she was forever in awe of.
Seeing another blonde approaching, Tam smiled widely realizing it was another familiar face, and as she gave a wave towards Vesper she scooted closer towards the Hufflepuff of the group in order to make more space for the Lion. "Hi, Ves!" She greeted, her usual quiet way. It was quickly noted then how enthusiastic the greeting Dynah gave towards the other girl as well, a far more enthusiastic one than when Tamara herself had approached which... for a moment had her feeling a certain type of way (mainly anxious) but she brushed it off at the mention of melting ice cream. Fishing a wipe she kept on hand for her cello from her bag, the rising second year passed it over to the older girl. "What brings you both to Diagon Alley today? Are you guys getting a jumpstart on your school shopping?"
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Vesper smiled all the more at her friends enthusiastic greetings. She spent a minute or two with Bry and Ary before leaving them to continue their chat and making her way to the two older girls. "Dynah! Tamara! The young girl giggled. "How are you both? Enjoying summer break so far? She knew that she was. Getting to be with her siblings and with her papa, nothing was better than that. Seeing that they made room for her on the bench she sat herself down. "Thanks."
"That's alright, Dy. Ice cream melts fast on warm days." Vesper smiled at the other girl, thinking it was simply nice that she had mentioned that she would've offered. "A little bit. I'm here a lot since my papa works here and I like to visit him in the shop." It was no shocker how much she loved chocolate and candy.
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The wave from the friendly first year got a returned smile from Tam, as she raised her hand to return the gesture with a shy one of her own - though certainly still enthusiastic.
The distraction of looking over at the younger students caused her to miss the slight stammer to Dynah's words. Not that she, as someone who often had a very similar greeting to others, would have had any judgement if she picked up on the nerves. She smiled again at both the younger students when Dy explained who they were, her attention turning now back to Dy. "They're cute! I like that their names coordinate so well together too. Are they best friends?" The body language between the two certainly MADE them look like they were best friends, not that she was super well versed in what those looked like - perhaps outside of Anna and Aurora and their companionship. But Anna had a way too of being a ray of sunshine towards EVERYONE. Something she was forever in awe of.
Seeing another blonde approaching, Tam smiled widely realizing it was another familiar face, and as she gave a wave towards Vesper she scooted closer towards the Hufflepuff of the group in order to make more space for the Lion. "Hi, Ves!" She greeted, her usual quiet way. It was quickly noted then how enthusiastic the greeting Dynah gave towards the other girl as well, a far more enthusiastic one than when Tamara herself had approached which... for a moment had her feeling a certain type of way (mainly anxious) but she brushed it off at the mention of melting ice cream. Fishing a wipe she kept on hand for her cello from her bag, the rising second year passed it over to the older girl. "What brings you both to Diagon Alley today? Are you guys getting a jumpstart on your school shopping?"
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Vesper smiled all the more at her friends enthusiastic greetings. She spent a minute or two with Bry and Ary before leaving them to continue their chat and making her way to the two older girls. "Dynah! Tamara! The young girl giggled. "How are you both? Enjoying summer break so far? She knew that she was. Getting to be with her siblings and with her papa, nothing was better than that. Seeing that they made room for her on the bench she sat herself down. "Thanks."
"That's alright, Dy. Ice cream melts fast on warm days." Vesper smiled at the other girl, thinking it was simply nice that she had mentioned that she would've offered. "A little bit. I'm here a lot since my papa works here and I like to visit him in the shop." It was no shocker how much she loved chocolate and candy.
Play it cool, Dynah. Play it cool.
The girl willed her heart to slow down by holding her breath. It seemed to work only for a bit. At least it was enough for her to continue this conversation they had just started. “Right? Quite the coincidence. They have been best friends since the day Ary was adopted and brought home. I think Bry decided that she was not going to let Ary out of her sight ever.” Dy chuckled, sort of glad her quiet brother had someone who would always look out for him because she knew that Bryony would always be there for him. “So, have you been practicing regularly this summer? Orchestra is going to be a blast for the new term, I’m sure.” Dynah mentioned nothing about being extra happy that the two would be seeing more of each other because of the orchestra.
Could she pass out now? TAMARA BOWEN WAS SITTING IN AN EVEN CLOSER PROXIMITY TO HER!!! All that hard work Dy had managed to do earlier in terms of calming herself was quickly undone as the organ was now racing and thudding in a manner like never before. Her hand was shaky as it extended to collect the tissue. “Th-thanks.” Stammering? What stammering? Dynah was just going to act casual as though it had not happened.
Dynah absolutely did not mean to make Tam feel bad in any way. Things were just… complicated; it was just easier to talk to someone who she didn’t fancy. “Having a great one!’’ she continued in her usually bubbly voice. The melted ice cream was mopped off of her fingers while she listened to Tam and Ves chatter. The time was also utilised to polish off the remainder of the treat. “Is your dad making any new sweets? Because you know mine would be over at Sugarplums in a heartbeat if he knew.’’ Dy rolled her eyes because Dad Adi was ridiculously childish over sweets but she loved him anyway. “Oh yes! I almost forgot! I’ve officially joined the Junior Hippogriffs! I’m on my way to becoming a professional Gobstones player!”
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Allie had been in employment in the Ministry for approaching a year now and yet she still hadn’t quite worked out the best place to have her lunch. The food court would do just fine but there was something about the nostalgia and the fresh air of Diagon Alley that had her frequent the street more and more.
Today she had actually managed to align her schedule to that of her fiancé’s and therefore had arranged to meet her for a brief lunch before they both had to get back. It wasn’t like they desperately needed to see each other or anything but it had been a while since they were able to enjoy lunchtime together in the middle of the week and the change of scenery was nice. Besides she had very important wedding details to discuss.
Or rather she was going to list everything that she liked and Matty being the chilled bride that she was would probably just nod along and agree.
The twenty-five year old had purchased a couple of coffees and pastries and found a spot on the park bench to perch on whilst she awaited her arrival.
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Was it sad to admit that she hadn't really DONE anything so far this break? Not that Tam particularly minded the quiet at home and spending time with her family, both intimate and extended, when they were all around. But she hadn't particularly gone out or anything like that. She'd been gifted some new music sheets and pretty much spent time in her room. But that also made her happy so.. easy enough answer she supposed. "It's been really good! How is yours, Vesper? What have you been up to?"
Okay but the story of Dynah's younger brother and his best friend was so incredibly cute. How nice it must have been to have someone so close to you for THAT long! Especially at the same age so they could have all of the big moments together. "That's really sweet! I bet your younger brother appreciates that?" It was sad as a statement, yet the lilt to her voice clearly showed her question as well. Her eyes turned to admire the pair again, a soft smile on the strawberry blonde's lips. At the question of music, Tam visibly brightened - as she always did. "Yes! I've been playing so much! I'm really disappointed I can't use magic to bring my cello around the alley or I would have played a few spots but... Oh well. I can't WAIT for the next term of orchestra! Have you been playing violin as well?"
The stammer was once more again missed, as instead her head was still swimming with the possibility that maybe she wasn't actually as liked as much as Vesper was. That happened, sure she understood that, but it was still disappointing - especially when she enjoyed spending time with them both and now wondered if maybe she was in the way. She got a little bit quieter, but still keeping smile on her face. Which only brightened a little again when Dynah explained she had been placed on a Gobstones team. "Congratulations! You should give us your game schedule!"
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If there was one other person that felt that she was extraordinary, Florrie would like to meet them. For now, she would continue to pretend she didn't have feelings, especially not for the one person who had outright rejected her. It was much easier this way. After all, feelings only seemed to cause drama or hurt, and the drama she searched for was a completely different type. Preferably not involving her.
Though she was more than happy to instigate it.
"Oh," Florrie said, only now remembering that, yes, their last meeting was before then. She recovered her composure quickly, though, and shrugged. "Thank you. It's been a lot of fun." And she meant that. Both the thank you, and that it was a lot of fun. She nodded, taking her sunglasses from the top of her head and fiddling with them for a moment. "I get to see new places, new trends. Meet a lot of interesting people. And, well - I know some may think it's fluff -" It wasn't a dig, but she figured that WHiM wasn't the kind of thing Cooper was into reading. "But it's an incredible thing to be part of."
Whatever the case may be...he had struggled, immensely, with trying not to make it a focal point of his concerns. Of course he always was concerned, people didn't just walk out of his life and out of his heart at the same time, but Olivia had helped him see some of his habits and ways he hid behind perceived selflessness and...well...it was a bit of a complicated box to unpack.
But he stood by his perception, lonely on the display upon which she had placed herself.
"Yeah," he chuckled sheepishly once again, less embarrassed on the terms upon which they had last parted and more flustered upon how quickly time had gone by. "If doing it inspires and makes you happy, to hell with whoever thinks it fluff and whatnot," he replied earnestly. Sure, it wasn't his cup of tea but black and white photography wasn't everyone's favorite blend either. The thought of photojournalism crossed his mind again, but he didn't feel that taking photographs for such a publication as WHiM would be something that would inspire him...nor would have accepting the offer to be an athletics photographer for the Daily Prophet. It was neither good nor bad...it simply was.
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Allie had been in employment in the Ministry for approaching a year now and yet she still hadn’t quite worked out the best place to have her lunch. The food court would do just fine but there was something about the nostalgia and the fresh air of Diagon Alley that had her frequent the street more and more.
Today she had actually managed to align her schedule to that of her fiancé’s and therefore had arranged to meet her for a brief lunch before they both had to get back. It wasn’t like they desperately needed to see each other or anything but it had been a while since they were able to enjoy lunchtime together in the middle of the week and the change of scenery was nice. Besides she had very important wedding details to discuss.
Or rather she was going to list everything that she liked and Matty being the chilled bride that she was would probably just nod along and agree.
The twenty-five year old had purchased a couple of coffees and pastries and found a spot on the park bench to perch on whilst she awaited her arrival.
There hadn't been much going on in the Private Investigator's office Matilda Ackerly worked for today so she had spent the morning sorting out the filing cabinets. By noon, her brain felt as if it had melted out of her ears from the monontomy and boredom. She was elated to be out in the fresh air for her hour's lunch break and her mood brightened considerably.
She apparated from the office to the south end of the street to find Diagon Alley was finally clear of all the school aged children, and quiet. Bliss. They must have left for school now and Matty smiled to herself, feeling nostalgic for those days. But it made the street pleasant for meeting up with Allie for lunch. She deliberately arrived at the far end of the street so that she could have a walk to clear her head and do a little window shopping on the way to meet her fiancé.
She spotted Allie sitting on a park bench and grinned.. then snuck up behind her and covered her eyes with her hands. “Your pastries or your life.” She said in a stupid deep voice and then ruined it all by letting out a whimsical giggle.
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There was a reason that Allie had been a Gryffindor in school and it wasn’t just because she looked great in red. Despite appearances perhaps contradicting so, she was internally strong and much more robust than she looked and frightening her wasn’t a particularly easy task. Even with Matty’s best efforts at sneaking up behind her, Allie didn’t even flinch as her eyes were covered over by a soft pair of hands.
“I’d offer you my pastries but I’m starving and they’re mine. As for my life? Well I think my fiancé would have something to say about that and believe me you won’t want to cross her when she is angry.” Her lips fell into an amused smile before she peeled the hands away from her eyes and swivelled in her seat to glance over her shoulder. “She’s not so great at being a highwayman though.” The giggle wasn’t exactly characteristic of a robber either although it certainly was endearing.
Her hand slid into Matty’s as she gently pulled her onto the bench, fingers lacing into one another’s in a perfect fit. “I also didn’t realise robbers used such good hand creams,” she giggled.
Whatever the case may be...he had struggled, immensely, with trying not to make it a focal point of his concerns. Of course he always was concerned, people didn't just walk out of his life and out of his heart at the same time, but Olivia had helped him see some of his habits and ways he hid behind perceived selflessness and...well...it was a bit of a complicated box to unpack.
But he stood by his perception, lonely on the display upon which she had placed herself.
"Yeah," he chuckled sheepishly once again, less embarrassed on the terms upon which they had last parted and more flustered upon how quickly time had gone by. "If doing it inspires and makes you happy, to hell with whoever thinks it fluff and whatnot," he replied earnestly. Sure, it wasn't his cup of tea but black and white photography wasn't everyone's favorite blend either. The thought of photojournalism crossed his mind again, but he didn't feel that taking photographs for such a publication as WHiM would be something that would inspire him...nor would have accepting the offer to be an athletics photographer for the Daily Prophet. It was neither good nor bad...it simply was.
Florrie couldn't help but feel surprised at Cooper's reaction. Or maybe it was surprise at the warm feeling it caused in her chest. "My thoughts exactly," she couldn't help but agree, though she didn't reflect that her attitude to other peoples interests and passions would not necessarily be the same. But news, however trivial, gossip and lifestyle and fashion? People built their lives around it, and even those who didn't indulged to some extent, and therefore it was important.
"You're working at the Menagerie, then?" she asked after a moments pause, inclining her head in the direction of the building he'd left.
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There was a reason that Allie had been a Gryffindor in school and it wasn’t just because she looked great in red. Despite appearances perhaps contradicting so, she was internally strong and much more robust than she looked and frightening her wasn’t a particularly easy task. Even with Matty’s best efforts at sneaking up behind her, Allie didn’t even flinch as her eyes were covered over by a soft pair of hands.
“I’d offer you my pastries but I’m starving and they’re mine. As for my life? Well I think my fiancé would have something to say about that and believe me you won’t want to cross her when she is angry.” Her lips fell into an amused smile before she peeled the hands away from her eyes and swivelled in her seat to glance over her shoulder. “She’s not so great at being a highwayman though.” The giggle wasn’t exactly characteristic of a robber either although it certainly was endearing.
Her hand slid into Matty’s as she gently pulled her onto the bench, fingers lacing into one another’s in a perfect fit. “I also didn’t realise robbers used such good hand creams,” she giggled.
This stuff NEVER worked on Allie. Matty knew this but it didn't stop her from trying. Her brothers were far easier to targets. The silly voice might have given the game away but perhaps there was a voice modulating charm out there that she didn't know about that would do the job. Matilda would not be trying that on Allie - not if she wanted to keep her limbs.. but Felix was a definite possibility, or Anthony.
A fit of giggles from the petite brunette. “Well the least you can do is share.” She stated, leaning over the back of the bench to plant a soft kiss on her fiancé's cheek. “Oh, she sounds beastly! I promise I wont anger her.” She took Allie's hand and joined her. “It's a good job she already has a career.”
She gave Allie's hand a little squeeze. “Hello! We should do this more often.” Meet up for lunch that was, not rob people for their pastries. “How is the Ministry? Have you put in a good word for me in the Law Department yet?” Quite contrary wanting to be a Highwayman, Matty wanted to join the magical police force. She was suffering from extreme burnout in her current employment. It wasn't that the work was excessive and she was going home tired in the evening—she would prefer that over her current situation—she was bored and needed change. And heck, wouldn't she look damn CUTE in uniform?
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She may look like your typical ditsy blonde but Allie had the bark and bravery of a Jack Russell when she needed to use it. She seldom felt she did however, only perhaps when she was feeling protective or if someone really rubbed her up the wrong way. The majority of the time she was that sweet, bubbly, daycare worker who kids seemed to adore. It would take a lot to intimidate this woman and unfortunately (even with the potential voice modulation) she’d likely be able to tell it was Matty simply from the body language. Better luck next time.
“I suppose if you are that starving I could maybe spare one” she teased, offering out the brown paper bag that contained a couple of Danish’s for Matty to pick from. “Just know that I spent my hard earned wages on these.” The cheek kiss was met by a soft smile and a squeeze of the hand. “She’s quite small but don’t let that fool you. She WAS a Gryffindor after all and believe me you wouldn’t want to mess with those..” Allie laughed. It was true though, everyone assumed the Slytherins were the intimidating ones but the Gryffindors were the ones to truly watch and she could say that as a former Lion herself.
“You’ll have to come visit the Ministry one day and we can grab lunch in the cafeteria. It’s not half bad actually.” Not like what she assumed Muggle school dinners were like. They’d obviously been truly spoiled at Hogwarts with their cuisine. “The children are particularly loud today, I thought my eardrums were going to explode. But I adore my job, I just wish there might’ve been a little more progression, do you get what I mean?” She’d be kind of.. stuck. There was the idea that it would only be a temporary solution until she found something a little more relevant but that was for future her to decide. As for putting in a good word? “Unfortunately I haven’t met him, I’ve barely met anyone. We’re all kind of segregated into our departments.” At least she was seeing as her job was a little different to everyone else’s and was more of a service than an office based job.
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Florrie couldn't help but feel surprised at Cooper's reaction. Or maybe it was surprise at the warm feeling it caused in her chest. "My thoughts exactly," she couldn't help but agree, though she didn't reflect that her attitude to other peoples interests and passions would not necessarily be the same. But news, however trivial, gossip and lifestyle and fashion? People built their lives around it, and even those who didn't indulged to some extent, and therefore it was important.
"You're working at the Menagerie, then?" she asked after a moments pause, inclining her head in the direction of the building he'd left.
Once Cooper had taken off his rose colored glasses and allowed himself to properly see, he had learned to refrain from snap judgements and, well, he was still working on reigning in his unsolicited advice and observations. Or at least deliver them more tactfully when he absolutely could not hold back and he felt as though the recipient may actually be receptive to whatever words he had to share. And, well, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone too....which...well...gossip and paparazzi had their ways of ruining people, he had seen and nearly been a part of one with the French wizarding press, but he would keep that to himself. He didn't think such guidance would be well received in the present company and so he simply smiled in reply with a steady nod of the head.
"Oh...yeah...it's one of my jobs," he nodded with a bit more color rising in his cheeks as he recalled his picnic with Mamie. "I've been splitting my time between here and France on the Benoit estates, namely their abraxan ranch as a stableman. Quite the busy summer season there with Beauxbatons requiring a couple of new abraxan for the carriages so there was a lot to be done in preparation for that and giving some of the younger abraxan a bit of tough love so they all were in their best form for selection. The family also calls upon me for their soirees and other events as a photographer. Through assisting Monsieur Benoit...I've sort of become the family's private photographer and that's given my skill a bit of notoriety among pureblood circles in France." Something he still wasn't sure how he felt about but had decided that he was just grateful to have the work and substantial flow of income. "Monsieur Benoit is also a winged horse jockey, so I assist with matters there as well...mostly abraxan care. He's trained me a bit in the sport and I've participated in a few minor races as a jockey myself."
Needless to say, he was keeping busy. Absurdly so and steadily working on cutting back his hours here and there so he had more time to...well...do things like this.
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She may look like your typical ditsy blonde but Allie had the bark and bravery of a Jack Russell when she needed to use it. She seldom felt she did however, only perhaps when she was feeling protective or if someone really rubbed her up the wrong way. The majority of the time she was that sweet, bubbly, daycare worker who kids seemed to adore. It would take a lot to intimidate this woman and unfortunately (even with the potential voice modulation) she’d likely be able to tell it was Matty simply from the body language. Better luck next time.
“I suppose if you are that starving I could maybe spare one” she teased, offering out the brown paper bag that contained a couple of Danish’s for Matty to pick from. “Just know that I spent my hard earned wages on these.” The cheek kiss was met by a soft smile and a squeeze of the hand. “She’s quite small but don’t let that fool you. She WAS a Gryffindor after all and believe me you wouldn’t want to mess with those..” Allie laughed. It was true though, everyone assumed the Slytherins were the intimidating ones but the Gryffindors were the ones to truly watch and she could say that as a former Lion herself.
“You’ll have to come visit the Ministry one day and we can grab lunch in the cafeteria. It’s not half bad actually.” Not like what she assumed Muggle school dinners were like. They’d obviously been truly spoiled at Hogwarts with their cuisine. “The children are particularly loud today, I thought my eardrums were going to explode. But I adore my job, I just wish there might’ve been a little more progression, do you get what I mean?” She’d be kind of.. stuck. There was the idea that it would only be a temporary solution until she found something a little more relevant but that was for future her to decide. As for putting in a good word? “Unfortunately I haven’t met him, I’ve barely met anyone. We’re all kind of segregated into our departments.” At least she was seeing as her job was a little different to everyone else’s and was more of a service than an office based job.
Matty bowed her head. “Why thank you kind, Miss.” She stuck her hand into the paper bag to take a delicious looking pastry. “I'll return the favour and more.” She promised with a smile. Although pastries did take a LOT of beating. She had to laugh at Allie's playfulness. How lucky had she been to find someone as like minded as herself. The bonus being that the pair had been best friends at school for years before deciding there was more there. It was probably the scariest time of Matty's life when she realised she had feelings for the tall, blonde, supermodel-esque woman. But her Gryffindor had shone through, and here they were today. Planning for a wedding. “Ah, Gryffindors are the WORST.” She retorted. “Far too many white knights white knighting.” That made sense, right? It did in the ditzy brunette's head.
She nodded at the invitation to visit the ministry and get a feel for the place. Next job fair, Matilda intended on applying for a position there. Whether she had enough experience yet to get the job she wanted remained to be seen.. but she had to, at least, try.
“That's kids for you.” Loud, that is. And excitable. Shame about the lack of progression. “Do you think things will change? I know exactly what you mean. The old couple who I work for are great and everything, but I know I'll not be moving up the ladder any time soon.” Or ever. “...Unless one of them dies.” She wrinkled her nose. “But then it would still be the same old, same old.. except I'd be paid more.”
Which would be fantastic for a whole wedding to pay for in the near future. Not the death part—the money part. Speaking of weddings.. “I know you love to look at wedding mags, so I brought a whole pile for you.” Not stolen from an office waiting room at all. She dug in her small handbag which was charmed to hold more and pulled them out, dumping them on the bench between she and Allie. “To work, my love.” A cheeky grin for her partner.
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You couldn’t fault Allie’s altruism even if it meant giving up one of her precious pastries. With that being said Allie was absolutely the type to sacrifice her last morsel of it meant saving a starving fellow even if she did have a little grumble about it. It was definitely her inner Gryffindor shining through in the form of chivalry. “Aren’t they just? So bold, so brash, so.. over the top” she giggled. It was in Gryffindor she had found her home, her best friend and ultimately her soulmate. She also looked particularly good in red, even if she did say so herself.
The advantage of working in the main Ministry was that there was such a plethora of jobs from entry level fresh out of school all the way up to the most experienced. She was sure that her petite, confident fiancé would easily be able to find somewhere to slot into even if she was forced to work her way up. Besides, the advantage of being so close to each other that they can spend precious lunch breaks together was even more of a perk. Not that she was needy at all but sometimes their work hours crossed over with one another and free time could be a little limited.
The couple had made the decision, for now at least, to not have children despite the fact that Matty’s siblings seemed to be churning them out one after the other. It was one of the other perks of her job that she could hand those kids back to their parents and not have to deal with them twenty-four hours a day. “I hope so. I’ve not been there long enough yet to even consider asking about progression but hopefully one day in the future.” She understood Matty’s qualms. “That’s why I think you’ll do so much better at the Ministry. Life and work wouldn’t be so static and samey.” If that made any sense. No two days would be the same.
Oh how thoughtful! It might’ve looked like a chore to many but flicking through wedding magazines was absolutely how she relaxed. There was something so exciting about looking at aesthetically pleasing ceremonies even if they were far out of their own budget. “Does this mean that you are going to give me some input too without just going along with whatever I want?” She leaned into her fiancé’s side.
Yes yes. Allie did look absolutely stunning in red. In fact, the blonde woman looked good in anything. She also had amazing taste in clothes and Matty could not wait to see her wedding dress – the brunette was struggling in finding something of her own. She had plans to recruit her little sister Honey to help in this department, because left alone with the task of buying a dress, Matty was likely to walk down the aisle in something frumpy from a charity shop, just because it was reasonably priced. She nodded her head, smiling. “Drama kings and queens, I tell you.”
It was great that Allie was settling into her job, but all jobs came with their frustrations. “I'm sure they'll notice how great you are and you'll fly in the Ministry.” Matty was convinced of it. As for her own employment, “It's become so shady as well. Private Detective work should be about catching criminals, not cheating spouses.” Ruining lives was not what Matty was about. She needed to find something more honourable. Something noble that would actually help people in need.
To Matty, looking through the mags WAS a chore. But she was willing to do so for Allie. If it were up to her alone, they would elope and get married in whatever clothes they happened to be wearing. But she also wanted her family to attend and for Allie to be happy. Her brother Felix, her mum, and Honey would murder her if she just ran off and came back married.
She picked up and magazine and opened it. “I can try. You know I'm chilled about it all.” Her attention settled on a big pink dress with lots of lace – one of those meringue dresses. She giggled. “You have to at least show me the sort of style you're going for so I don't end up in something like this.” She held up the magazine for Allie to see. "I want our dresses to compliment each other, at least."
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Being a drama queen was a little too on the nose considering she herself had been in the drama club at Hogwarts. She couldn’t help that she had a flair for the theatrical and it certainly helped to be a little over-the-top when interacting with children. “I suppose someone has to take one for the team” she chuckled. Although she could certainly think of plenty of others in alternative houses who could fit in that category too.
“I hope so” Her bottom lip caught between her teeth. It was in the hands of her employers and all she could do was try to impress. As for her fiancés concerns for her own career. The blonde reached out her hand and placed it on top of Matty’s, linking her fingers in the gaps. “I definitely think it’s time for you to move on. Use that big heart of yours for good.”
It wouldn’t just be those members of the Ackerly family who wouldn’t be happy with an elopement. Allie had her own family who would likely have something to say, particularly her sister Tessa who was more than thrilled to have the occasion to dress up.
Allie would say that she’d be happy with whatever Matty chose even if it WAS a frumpy looking dress from over a hundred years ago. However she had been dreaming of her wedding for such a long time and Matty also deserved to look a million pounds on her wedding day too. Plus they’d be looking at the photos for hopefully decades to come. “Was that not what your Ma wore to her own wedding?” she asked, glancing down at the photo with a small giggle. It wasn’t the worst thing that she could turn up in but also it didn’t scream Matty either. “For a start I’m wearing ivory and there is lace but that’s all I’m telling you.” They might have been untraditional in general but she wanted to keep some traditions alive in the dresses being a secret from one another.
Once Cooper had taken off his rose colored glasses and allowed himself to properly see, he had learned to refrain from snap judgements and, well, he was still working on reigning in his unsolicited advice and observations. Or at least deliver them more tactfully when he absolutely could not hold back and he felt as though the recipient may actually be receptive to whatever words he had to share. And, well, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone too....which...well...gossip and paparazzi had their ways of ruining people, he had seen and nearly been a part of one with the French wizarding press, but he would keep that to himself. He didn't think such guidance would be well received in the present company and so he simply smiled in reply with a steady nod of the head.
"Oh...yeah...it's one of my jobs," he nodded with a bit more color rising in his cheeks as he recalled his picnic with Mamie. "I've been splitting my time between here and France on the Benoit estates, namely their abraxan ranch as a stableman. Quite the busy summer season there with Beauxbatons requiring a couple of new abraxan for the carriages so there was a lot to be done in preparation for that and giving some of the younger abraxan a bit of tough love so they all were in their best form for selection. The family also calls upon me for their soirees and other events as a photographer. Through assisting Monsieur Benoit...I've sort of become the family's private photographer and that's given my skill a bit of notoriety among pureblood circles in France." Something he still wasn't sure how he felt about but had decided that he was just grateful to have the work and substantial flow of income. "Monsieur Benoit is also a winged horse jockey, so I assist with matters there as well...mostly abraxan care. He's trained me a bit in the sport and I've participated in a few minor races as a jockey myself."
Needless to say, he was keeping busy. Absurdly so and steadily working on cutting back his hours here and there so he had more time to...well...do things like this.
Paparazzi certainly were something, and although the article she'd been caught in with Noah had danced a little too close to the truth for her liking, Florrie could admit that there was a certain thrill to it all. Wondering what would be said next, how true it would be, and what people would then wonder... But she did prefer to be on the other side of it. Though the one time she'd been captured in the Muggle press, as a 'mystery leggy blonde' dating a footballer.... Well, that wasn't even close to the reason she'd put a pin in that bit of fun.
"One?" Florrie wasn't surprised when she asked, given that Cooper had always been interested in numerous things - alongside being dedicated, enthusiastic and hard working when it came to those things. Her brows raised ever so slightly, though, as the man opposite her continued. "I'm not sure I can imagine you as a stable hand," she mused, though it did occur to her that he may fit in a historical romance, where the lowly stable hand ran off with the Duke's daughter. A plot that she would potentially file away for a later premise, though it would be doubtful that she would ever approach historical fiction. "I'm glad you're still taking photos," even if she was unlikely to see such photos, and even if event photography seemed so different from what she expected of him. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, Florrie toyed with the edge of one of her boots. "You seem incredibly busy. It suits you." She almost wondered how he had time for a relationship - a wonder that was met with thoughts of 'she really must be incredible', thoughts that she pushed away.
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Jonah Maxwell was not feeling well. To be fair, Jonah Maxwell was never feeling well, but after a long day of shopping for baby items made him feel especially unwell. The shopping was stressful on his body, and shopping specifically for baby things made him worry about his daughter. Again. He worried about her all the time, and he worried about himself too. Another thing he worried about was his unhealthy worrying tendencies.
Feeling and looking very fatigued, the young man sighed and sat down on the nearest bench. He needed to rest his legs for a moment. Why hadn't he let Kassie do the shopping today when she'd offered? It had something to do with it being his duty, and him not wanting to rely on other people. It didn't seem to make much sense right now... oh well. He would be back at his apartment soon, and then he could lie down. For now, he'd settle for a short water and snack break.
Jonah Maxwell was not feeling well. To be fair, Jonah Maxwell was never feeling well, but after a long day of shopping for baby items made him feel especially unwell. The shopping was stressful on his body, and shopping specifically for baby things made him worry about his daughter. Again. He worried about her all the time, and he worried about himself too. Another thing he worried about was his unhealthy worrying tendencies.
Feeling and looking very fatigued, the young man sighed and sat down on the nearest bench. He needed to rest his legs for a moment. Why hadn't he let Kassie do the shopping today when she'd offered? It had something to do with it being his duty, and him not wanting to rely on other people. It didn't seem to make much sense right now... oh well. He would be back at his apartment soon, and then he could lie down. For now, he'd settle for a short water and snack break.
Finn Hornsby was at the park all day and decided he needed to sit and rest his legs. Finn didn't have many friends. He thought about that a lot. He'd been carrying around his art supplies all day. He had been in the park nearly 4 hours trying to find the perfect tree or bush to paint on his canvas. All the trees and bushes he couldnt find anywhere he could set up to paint except when he went to sit down on the park bench he realized someone sitting there as well. He looked exhausted. .
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Jonah's five minute break had drawn on much longer than he had intended, a fact that he was well aware of. But he felt just as tired as he had when he'd sat down, and that was not very motivating. Still, he had responsibilities to fulfill, and the world had not slowed down simply because he had needed to rest. He leaned forward, attempting to gather enough willpower to get up.
As he was doing so, another man sat down next to him, completely breaking his concentration. Jonah leaned back against the bench. He should be getting back. Why was he still sitting here? What was wrong with him as a person?? His quiet brown eyes drifted to the art supplies of the man (Finn) nearby. He knew a woman who sat on benches and painted, too... "Planning on setting up your art stuff here?" he asked by way of conversation. "I've been told that this is quote-unquote the 'tenth best-ever bench ever for painting ever'. Apparently. But I'd take it with a grain of salt." He cracked a rare smile at the word choice that his friend had used to explain it. How could anyone know whether a bench was the 'tenth best-ever bench ever for painting ever'? It seemed rather hyperbolic. "But the shops across the street do make a nice view, I suppose."
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All that hard work Dy had managed to do earlier in terms of calming herself was quickly undone as the organ was now racing and thudding in a manner like never before. Her hand was shaky as it extended to collect the tissue. “Th-thanks.” Stammering? What stammering? Dynah was just going to act casual as though it had not happened. 
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