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The shelves and displays are the first thing you notice as you enter in the Quality Quidditch Supplies shop. The side walls of the shop are neatly stacked with brooms and posters galore. You will find the latest brooms in stock as well as the typical family broom available. Between the side walls there are various shelves that are filled with various quidditch supplies and goods. This includes but is not limited to robes neatly arrayed on stacks, keeper gloves and on the two most outer-middle shelves, broom service kits. Lastly the back wall displays books and other reading materials, all to do with Quidditch of course.
All items are displayed with a price tagged on them. Be sure to handle with care, if you break something you must pay for it. When you are done here, go on ahead to the counter to pay for your new goods. Otherwise if you need any assistance at all please feel free to ask the shopkeeper, Brad. He will be more than glad to help you.
After hanging out with both of her brothers for a while, Anna was off to what was slowly becoming her favourite shop in Diagon Alley.
Hello, brooms!!! Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped when she noticed there were BRAND NEW brooms on display now!!! Sparkly eyes landing on the new Thunderbolt 6000, she simply stood there, not quite able to move just yet because.
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Chase's bright eyes landed on the Nimbus G-4 and then on the Firebolt X. Which one had Anna mentioned that she wanted? He couldn't remember... Firebolt or Nimbus....? Firebolt sounded like it was worth it. He continued walking down the aisle a little ways more until he saw a line of snitches. Then he heard a higher pitched voice. Oh wow. He turned his gaze downwards and found a small girl standing right in front of the snitches.
"Incredible, huh?" he said, offering a small smile.
"They are amazing aren't they? I practice with one and during my games try to find them, but having them all in a row like this, it's just wonderful." She hadn't even looked at the person that had just walked over yet, her eyes couldn't leave the spot.
Finally glancing over she noticed it was a boy her age, "Are you a seeker? I am, but I play on a kid team in Germany." Her accent proving to show she wasn't from the area. "My mom comes to visit her friend and I get to come to the Alley at times, it's always so exciting." She wondered if he played for the summer teams here or if he might be new too.
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So Ethan was honestly not convinced anything about quidditch yet. Yes, his father had played on the Hufflepuff house team as a seeker and maybe a chaser too? BUT for one, Ethan wasn't even sure he LIKED flying. Also, he couldn't get his own broom for his first year anyway, so what was even the point in looking? Models would change by next summer... and then he'd have to start the whole process all over again.
And yet, here he was, finding his way into the quidditch shop, hands shoved into his pockets as his hazel eyes scanned the displays, oblivious to the hoards of 'big kids' chattering away and gravitating instead toward a kid maybe about his age?
"You fly?"
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Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime
There was only one thing Beth wasn’t sure of today – her quidditch abilities. Still, the soon-to-be first year walked around the store and glanced around at all of the brooms and t h i n g s on display…really, the one thing that caught her eye was the beaters bat.
Really, that was one a m a z i n gweapon thing…right, it wasn’t a weapon, except it was. Oh…look there were people around her age here! The brunette talking to gangly-boy tall pretty seemed about her age…still, looking around at them was likely not the best move the soon-to-be first year had done that day. Simply because she nearly walked straight into two. Kids near her own age…standing straighter she just looked at them as she stood there but a hairswidth away from them.
Had she grazed them? Who knew, they did…she did, but she was going to feign innocence either way. ”…you havec u r l y hair...do flies ever get stuck in it?” she simple announced to the one boy before looking at him. The one she had nearly walked into.
On any normal time, Brody would not miss anyone approaching him because he was observant. Plus people watching his thing but his admiration for the broomsticks were that intense that he failed this time around. Not until the voice drifted to him from close proximity. His eyes did not budge from drinking in the sleek handles. "Yeah. Who doesn't?''
Such a silly question was being asked.
Brody finally (and reluctantly) tore his eyes away from the broomstick. "You do, right?'' Anyone who didn't was clearly missing out. And they were deemed somewhat boring to him. "I wouldn't mind making it internationally someday...'' he mused. That was cut short when he felt something brush against him.
It was some girl kid and Brody was quite prepared to let it go until she asked about his hair. And flies. He gave her an icy look. "Excuse you. They do NOT. My hair is insect- free, germ-free and all that, thank you very much.''
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"They are amazing aren't they? I practice with one and during my games try to find them, but having them all in a row like this, it's just wonderful." She hadn't even looked at the person that had just walked over yet, her eyes couldn't leave the spot.
Finally glancing over she noticed it was a boy her age, "Are you a seeker? I am, but I play on a kid team in Germany." Her accent proving to show she wasn't from the area. "My mom comes to visit her friend and I get to come to the Alley at times, it's always so exciting." She wondered if he played for the summer teams here or if he might be new too.
"I'm Chloe by the way."
The accent. He wanted to hear more. Dutch, German, Flemish, or something? Chase couldn't tell. "I take it that you're a Quidditch fanatic?" he asked sort of high key stating the obvious. As soon as the question slipped out, he immediately regretted it because it made him seem a little bit like an idiot. He sighed. Silly silly him. Way to act smooth. Oh well.
Both eyebrows raised at the mention of this girl playing in Germany? "In Germany?" He could have sworn her accent was Dutch but German def explained it. "No, I'm not a seeker... Well I don't know," he clarified. "I've never played in a team only for fun with my friends and I've rotated positions." Chase didn't have a particular position that was his favourite but he was certainly willing to try them all. Seeker was intriguing because it reminded him of sprinting. Quick reflexes were needed. Though Beater sounded equally as fun. And so did Keeper. And Chaser too. Oh Merlin. He was just stacking up the positions now. "And yourself? Are you a Seeker?"
He outstretched a hand towards her after she introduced herself to him. "Chloe. A pleasure. I'm Chang-Woo but call me Chase. Everyone does." Chase was always easier to say for other people than Chang-Woo.
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Originally Posted by Hey Ju
After hanging out with both of her brothers for a while, Anna was off to what was slowly becoming her favourite shop in Diagon Alley.
Hello, brooms!!! Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped when she noticed there were BRAND NEW brooms on display now!!! Sparkly eyes landing on the new Thunderbolt 6000, she simply stood there, not quite able to move just yet because.
BECAUSE!!!!!
She needed that broom. SHE NEEDED IT!
"Impressive."
The second year had moved towards the broom display around the same time and she too stood in front of the Thunderbolt, her gaze thoughtful. It was a nice looking one, as far as brooms went, but there were better ways to fly. "I'm still not sure it'd be a flying horse in a race, though." JUST saying.
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Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime
There was only one thing Beth wasn’t sure of today – her quidditch abilities. Still, the soon-to-be first year walked around the store and glanced around at all of the brooms and t h i n g s on display…really, the one thing that caught her eye was the beaters bat.
Really, that was one a m a z i n gweapon thing…right, it wasn’t a weapon, except it was. Oh…look there were people around her age here! The brunette talking to gangly-boy tall pretty seemed about her age…still, looking around at them was likely not the best move the soon-to-be first year had done that day. Simply because she nearly walked straight into two. Kids near her own age…standing straighter she just looked at them as she stood there but a hairswidth away from them.
Had she grazed them? Who knew, they did…she did, but she was going to feign innocence either way. ”…you havec u r l y hair...do flies ever get stuck in it?” she simple announced to the one boy before looking at him. The one she had nearly walked into.
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
On any normal time, Brody would not miss anyone approaching him because he was observant. Plus people watching his thing but his admiration for the broomsticks were that intense that he failed this time around. Not until the voice drifted to him from close proximity. His eyes did not budge from drinking in the sleek handles. "Yeah. Who doesn't?''
Such a silly question was being asked.
Brody finally (and reluctantly) tore his eyes away from the broomstick. "You do, right?'' Anyone who didn't was clearly missing out. And they were deemed somewhat boring to him. "I wouldn't mind making it internationally someday...'' he mused. That was cut short when he felt something brush against him.
It was some girl kid and Brody was quite prepared to let it go until she asked about his hair. And flies. He gave her an icy look. "Excuse you. They do NOT. My hair is insect- free, germ-free and all that, thank you very much.''
Yea it probably was a dumb question, now that Ethan realized it. They were in a Quidditch Supply shop, after all. Before he could comment anything else or apologize for the idiocy of the question, there was a girl there. And she was talking to the other boy about his hair and flies?? UHHHH ......... And here he thought HIS question was idiotic about if he flew.
He rolled his eyes at her. "You have long hair. Do flies get stuck in your hair?" He commented, because obviously by throwing the question back at her, she'd be able to see how ridiculous her question was.
What had the boy asked him about? Playing internationally? Or wait, did he say he wanted to play internationally? Honestly, Ethan couldn't recall, thanks to the girl so rudely interrupting with the flying comment.
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Having selected a few new badges and pins for his suitcase, Derf had now moved on to browsing some of the magazines - mostly to catch up on the U-17 players who had moved on to greener pitches. Daisy Carden, Zinnia Shacklebolt, and one of his first heroes and mentor: Henry Whittebrook. He was currently engrossed in Henry's most recent interview when he heard his name spoken somewhat meekly and his eyes popped up over the edge of his magazine and easily found Emmalyn and his lips curled into a soft smile while actively pushing away thoughts from the fourth floor corridor aside. "Emmalyn , hey," he greeted, watching her for a moment. "That's right. You get to bring your own broom this term! I couldn't wait to bring mine. Parents got me a Thunderbolt 6000."
Grinning at his housemate, it took a moment for the fifth year to register that the smaller newcomer was talking to them....and that the hair comment was about his hair. "Oh uh....thanks," he chuckled, ruffling his hair reflexively...a lot. "I...uh...like yours too." Which, well, wasn't a lie and it was nice...as far as hair went. "Looks shiny. Bet nifflers could mistake it for spun gold."
When he wasn't actively trying, he could be a poet, you know?
"I'm..." But just before he could introduce himself, and Emmalyn by proxy, someone had done half the job for him and pulled his attention momentarily away. "Lilian, hey," he smiled and waved her over. "You're slotted for camp next week too, yeah?" It was always nice beating with the Gryffindor, much easier than it was with Kimi for sure. He still hadn't quite worked out a system with his fellow Hufflepuff. Maybe this term would be different...assuming they both made the team again.
Galoping gargoyles, this aisle was getting a bit crowded now.
"Um...so I'm Derfael, but friend call me Derf," he said, turning back to the youngest of the trio of girls. "This is Liliane," he introduced, gesturing to her next since she was the closest to him at the moment. "And Emmalyn," he concluded, gesturing towards his Hufflepuff teammate near the brooms.
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SPOILER!!: Derf and the ladies
What started out as an almost empty shop, quickly tuned into a crowd. Ladies everywhere, and being sweet to her Derf. Especially the youngest newcomer. His hair?? Her feathers ruffled a bit. Even though she had vowed to not ever have a repeat of what happened THAT day, she still felt quite protective of her Derf. She eyed the youngster, trying to determine her interest in the fifth year.
"Hello. Like Derf said, I'm Emmalyn. Second year Hufflepuff." She greeted the new girl, stressing the second year part. Not only was she beyond excited about being a second year and all that went along with it, she knew that her petite stature might cause others to think she was a first year. "Are you new to Hogwarts?" She didn't want to assume the girl was a first year, same as she wouldn't want anyone else to assume she was a first year. For all she knew, the girl could be a transfer student.
She turned her focus back to Derf. "I've been saving up all summer to buy a broom. What would you recommend?" She gestured to the large selection "I was thinking either the Firebolt X-Treme S or the Nimbus G-4." She knew how fantastic a player he was, so she hoped he would guide her in the right direction for her purchase. She wanted nothing more than to make the house team again.
"Hello to you too, Liliane. How was your summer?" Her smile was genuine. She had hear rumors of how well she played quidditch and hoped to hear some stories about her playing on a non-school team.
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Daisy hoped to make the Quidditch team again this term. She was secretly wishing that her position on the team wasn't going to be as a reserve this time. She needed a brand-new Broomstick Servicing Kit and she wanted to purchase some Quidditch related magazines. In her pocket was a small pouch full of wizarding money.
She went to browse the shelves when she spotted Emmalyn, Derf and a potential newbie. "Hello, all!"
Oh wow. This was a lot busier than Liliane had expected. She liked people, but oh wow. Lots of people. She smiled though. It was good to make new friends. And she liked friends. She didn't really know that many of these hufflepuffs. But boy. Wow. The Hufflepuffs were really representing right now. But she smiled. New hufflepuff friends. Yay. But for now, she was going to smile, because Derf was talking to her.
"Of course I'm coming to Camp. I would not miss that for the world" She'd been doing a lot of flying this summer, what with being on the Under 17 team now. But that was great. She was happy, she'd gotten on the team and she was so happy with that. More flying would be great. She adored flying, and just wanted to get so much better at it. She was good, real good at beating, but she knew practice helped, and she loved getting better. "I can't wait to fly with you again" And it would be so much fun.
She grinned a little as she observed the house talk. It amused her how hufflepuffs always seemed to want to justify why they liked being a hufflepuff. "Us Gryffindors are pretty great too" She mused with a little grin. She loved her house. "And will always welcome new people" Which she was very happy about.
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On any normal time, Brody would not miss anyone approaching him because he was observant. Plus people watching his thing but his admiration for the broomsticks were that intense that he failed this time around. Not until the voice drifted to him from close proximity. His eyes did not budge from drinking in the sleek handles. "Yeah. Who doesn't?''
Such a silly question was being asked.
Brody finally (and reluctantly) tore his eyes away from the broomstick. "You do, right?'' Anyone who didn't was clearly missing out. And they were deemed somewhat boring to him. "I wouldn't mind making it internationally someday...'' he mused. That was cut short when he felt something brush against him.
It was some girl kid and Brody was quite prepared to let it go until she asked about his hair. And flies. He gave her an icy look. "Excuse you. They do NOT. My hair is insect- free, germ-free and all that, thank you very much.''
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Yea it probably was a dumb question, now that Ethan realized it. They were in a Quidditch Supply shop, after all. Before he could comment anything else or apologize for the idiocy of the question, there was a girl there. And she was talking to the other boy about his hair and flies?? UHHHH ......... And here he thought HIS question was idiotic about if he flew.
He rolled his eyes at her. "You have long hair. Do flies get stuck in your hair?" He commented, because obviously by throwing the question back at her, she'd be able to see how ridiculous her question was.
What had the boy asked him about? Playing internationally? Or wait, did he say he wanted to play internationally? Honestly, Ethan couldn't recall, thanks to the girl so rudely interrupting with the flying comment.
Beth had offended him hadn’t she? The blonde simply tipped her head at the curly haired boy when he mentioned his hair was germ free…riiiiiiiight, like that made sense? Did he purell his hair? Wouldn’t that be bad for it? Like…damaging chemicals bad for it…or just crisping. Was it crispy?
She almost debated reaching her hand out and poking a curl to test her theory but she didn’t. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulder. ”okay curls,” because clearly curly was offended and touching upset things was bound to make things worse.
Beth just turned her head to look at the hazel eyed boy and laughed, ”hey…I was curious because I saw it happen to my nan once – she had curly hair like yours but…it might have been that smelly chemical curling thing old ladies do?” she couldn’t remember the name her fathers’ mum had called it – either way it wasn’t permanent the curls always faded into disarray within months. ”and once…but I was flying at the time so I think it more…just died on me?” she answered honestly.
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Did she need anything in here? Not particularly. Her broom was less than a year old, she had TONS of cleaning supplies for it... but she didn't mind taking a gander through the store anyway. If anything, this was probably where she would run into anyone she knew! Kye roamed the aisles, looking at the brooms and accessories. She couldn't WAIT for the school year to start up again, and to have the pitch to fly across. Of course, she was about to turn 17, which meant that she could use a Disillusionment Charm and fly wherever she wanted! Hypothetically, anyway.
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Originally Posted by Watson
The accent. He wanted to hear more. Dutch, German, Flemish, or something? Chase couldn't tell. "I take it that you're a Quidditch fanatic?" he asked sort of high key stating the obvious. As soon as the question slipped out, he immediately regretted it because it made him seem a little bit like an idiot. He sighed. Silly silly him. Way to act smooth. Oh well.
Both eyebrows raised at the mention of this girl playing in Germany? "In Germany?" He could have sworn her accent was Dutch but German def explained it. "No, I'm not a seeker... Well I don't know," he clarified. "I've never played in a team only for fun with my friends and I've rotated positions." Chase didn't have a particular position that was his favourite but he was certainly willing to try them all. Seeker was intriguing because it reminded him of sprinting. Quick reflexes were needed. Though Beater sounded equally as fun. And so did Keeper. And Chaser too. Oh Merlin. He was just stacking up the positions now. "And yourself? Are you a Seeker?"
He outstretched a hand towards her after she introduced herself to him. "Chloe. A pleasure. I'm Chang-Woo but call me Chase. Everyone does." Chase was always easier to say for other people than Chang-Woo.
Was she a quidditch fanatic? WAS SHE A QUIDDITCH FANATIC! How could he not tell!! Laughing she nodded a huge yes, "Of course I am, I've known about quidditch since I was born. My mom and dad played and all their friends, some are pros now and we get to go to games, my Uncle Alec is the seeker for the Tornadoes." He wasn't exactly her uncle, but she would never admit that and she was sure to tell everyone she knew he was. "Are you a quidditch fanatic or are you just learning about it?" She wasnt sure if maybe he was muggleborn or something.
Though his comment about his friends answered her muggeborn thought, "Oh yeah, I play in the summer on a team. They have those here too, I think. I mean my aunt was in the ministry in the sports place and I think they had them." She took a breath before continuing, "Though playing with friends is fun, I play with my brothers." She went back to the snitches before looking at him again, "Yes, I play seeker, though I do like other positions." Seeker was her favorite though.
He had a really interesting name, "Chang-Woo that's a really cool name." Beaming she stuck out her hand like she saw her parents do when introducing themselves. "Are you going to Hogwarts this year?"
Curls lmao that's definitely going on his nickname list
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Yea it probably was a dumb question, now that Ethan realized it. They were in a Quidditch Supply shop, after all. Before he could comment anything else or apologize for the idiocy of the question, there was a girl there. And she was talking to the other boy about his hair and flies?? UHHHH ......... And here he thought HIS question was idiotic about if he flew.
He rolled his eyes at her. "You have long hair. Do flies get stuck in your hair?" He commented, because obviously by throwing the question back at her, she'd be able to see how ridiculous her question was.
What had the boy asked him about? Playing internationally? Or wait, did he say he wanted to play internationally? Honestly, Ethan couldn't recall, thanks to the girl so rudely interrupting with the flying comment.
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Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime
SPOILER!!: you lovelies
Beth had offended him hadn’t she? The blonde simply tipped her head at the curly haired boy when he mentioned his hair was germ free…riiiiiiiight, like that made sense? Did he purell his hair? Wouldn’t that be bad for it? Like…damaging chemicals bad for it…or just crisping. Was it crispy?
She almost debated reaching her hand out and poking a curl to test her theory but she didn’t. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulder. ”okay curls,” because clearly curly was offended and touching upset things was bound to make things worse.
Beth just turned her head to look at the hazel eyed boy and laughed, ”hey…I was curious because I saw it happen to my nan once – she had curly hair like yours but…it might have been that smelly chemical curling thing old ladies do?” she couldn’t remember the name her fathers’ mum had called it – either way it wasn’t permanent the curls always faded into disarray within months. ”and once…but I was flying at the time so I think it more…just died on me?” she answered honestly.
Brody continued to unashamedly glare at the girl. How dare she? He was so annoyed that he momentarily forgot about the boy beside him. Not until he spoke up, that is. The little fellow looked at the other boy in surprise. He hadn't been expecting such a clever comeback or any for that matter. He smirked widely and trained his eyes back on the girl.
Wait.
What did she call him?
Curls?
"My name is Brody,'' was the stiff reply. "And I am not a girl or woman in case you hadn't noticed so there's no need for ridiculous products in my hair.'' Cue more glaring. "I think it's pointless to have a decent conversation with her,'' Brody added to his first companion.
Daisy smiled at Derf and Daisy who were discussing broomstick options. "I flew a Firebolt X-Treme last year and I had no trouble with it. However, as with any broom you need to take care of the broom and practice is key. Em, you were so amazing as part of the Hufflepuff team so I am certain that you and Derf will be a part of the team yet again. I hope to be either Keeper or Beater. If I'm a reserve again, well at least I'm on the team."
She waved her hand towards the shelves. "I'm buying heaps of Quidditch-related magazines and a new Broomstick Servicing Kit. My Quidditch robes are fine, thankfully."
Daisy then turned her attention to the young girl as Em introduced her. "Hey there. Hufflepuff is a great house represented by the badger. We're known for being loyal and hard-working. Some tend to think of us Hufflepuffs as not being brave like a Gryffindor, witty like a Ravenclaw or cunning like a Slytherin but if you read Hogwarts: A History and read about such Hufflepuffs as Newt Scamander, Nymphadora Tonks, Cedric Diggory and all those that helped Harry Potter during the Second Wizarding War it will show you why I'm proud to be a Hufflepuff."
Emmalyn appreciated Daisy's input about the broom. It was nice to hear an opinion from someone she trusted and knew could fly well. "I think I will go with the Firebolt X-treme." She nodded "And, don't worry, I'll take good care of it. I want to keep it in top condition in case I'm on the team again." She really hoped she would make the team again for her second year. With all of the new students coming in and having a new captain, she wasn't sure if she would. "I hope you make the team too, Daisy. It was a blast playing with you."
Quidditch magazines. If only she wasn't saving up her left over money for candy, she could buy a few magazines. "I'm going to be buying candy with the little money I have left after purchasing the broom. Would you be willing to share your magazines with me if I share my candy with you?" It was worth asking. She would probably be offering Daisy some of the candy anyway.
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There was only one thing Beth wasn’t sure of today – her quidditch abilities. Still, the soon-to-be first year walked around the store and glanced around at all of the brooms and t h i n g s on display…really, the one thing that caught her eye was the beaters bat.
Really, that was one a m a z i n gweapon thing…right, it wasn’t a weapon, except it was. Oh…look there were people around her age here! The brunette talking to gangly-boy tall pretty seemed about her age…still, looking around at them was likely not the best move the soon-to-be first year had done that day. Simply because she nearly walked straight into two. Kids near her own age…standing straighter she just looked at them as she stood there but a hairswidth away from them.
Had she grazed them? Who knew, they did…she did, but she was going to feign innocence either way. ”…you havec u r l y hair...do flies ever get stuck in it?” she simple announced to the one boy before looking at him. The one she had nearly walked into.
Just as she was about to ask Daisy which quidditch magazines she was planning to purchase, a young girl approached. The girl was super close to Daisy and Derf, maybe even bumping into him. Then there it was again. Another girl commenting on the hair. "Hi" she greeted the girl, hoping to pull her attention away from the hair.
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Emmalyn appreciated Daisy's input about the broom. It was nice to hear an opinion from someone she trusted and knew could fly well. "I think I will go with the Firebolt X-treme." She nodded "And, don't worry, I'll take good care of it. I want to keep it in top condition in case I'm on the team again." She really hoped she would make the team again for her second year. With all of the new students coming in and having a new captain, she wasn't sure if she would. "I hope you make the team too, Daisy. It was a blast playing with you."
Quidditch magazines. If only she wasn't saving up her left over money for candy, she could buy a few magazines. "I'm going to be buying candy with the little money I have left after purchasing the broom. Would you be willing to share your magazines with me if I share my candy with you?" It was worth asking. She would probably be offering Daisy some of the candy anyway.
"Thank you so much. I also had fun being in the team with you. I'll be happy to purchase some Quidditch magazines for you. I'm trying to not eat too much candy because it tends to go straight on my waist and I have to really work hard to keep slim. I do thank you for the very 'sweet' offer," Daisy replied with a grin.
Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Poor Mark, he was relegated to having to just tag along while his Older Sister went School Shopping. Xaria was purchasing her Robes, getting her wand, Mum and Dad even let her get her very own Owl! How did she manage to convince Dad she could get an Owl? Dad HATED Owls. That just baffled the Ten Year Old.
The most Mark could take from it was how to do all this Shopping for himself one year from now. He'll get to do all the School Shopping for himself! What a win that was.
He asked permission from his Mum if he could go into Quality Quidditch Supplies with a Galleon or Two because he wanted to get the latest Quidditch Magazine. There was a special Article in it this week about Giles Low. His Favorite player on his Favorite team (Sorry Uncle Dylan. Dad took him to a lot of Cannons games). So the young boy moved toward the magazine rack and searched for the specific Quidditch Magazine he wanted.
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Poor Mark, he was relegated to having to just tag along while his Older Sister went School Shopping. Xaria was purchasing her Robes, getting her wand, Mum and Dad even let her get her very own Owl! How did she manage to convince Dad she could get an Owl? Dad HATED Owls. That just baffled the Ten Year Old.
The most Mark could take from it was how to do all this Shopping for himself one year from now. He'll get to do all the School Shopping for himself! What a win that was.
He asked permission from his Mum if he could go into Quality Quidditch Supplies with a Galleon or Two because he wanted to get the latest Quidditch Magazine. There was a special Article in it this week about Giles Low. His Favorite player on his Favorite team (Sorry Uncle Dylan. Dad took him to a lot of Cannons games). So the young boy moved toward the magazine rack and searched for the specific Quidditch Magazine he wanted.
"Mum, I told you, first years can't bring brooms." Why was she even bothering? Her mother, a term she was using veeeery loosely this summer, didn't even look up. Mum was too focused on the racks of brooms, trying to find whatever broom Dena Weisz had told her was the best. Because only the best for a Kevelle, lest anyone not realize we were richer than them. The Horror! Quinn rolled her eyes.
The model of broom in question probably didn't even exist. That's what Quinn would have done, made up some model so her victims would spend, well probably not forever, but Quinn liked to imagine they would, trying to find the broom. Of course, Dena Weisz would not have made it up purposely, she was just clueless about, well everything. As clueless as a gopher. Looked like one too. Quinn smirked to herself at that thought.
"Nonsense, Quinnlin. Of course they'll let you have your own brooms. They can't expect you to use their shoddy brooms. Those are probably for the kids whose parents can't afford a broom for them."
Quinn threw her arms up in annoyance. Her mother didn't notice. Of course not, that'd require paying attention, wouldn't it? It was on the supply list the school sent, for Merlin's sake! She had shown it to her mother, pointed it out specifically when Mum had first gotten it into her head a brand-new-top-of-the-line-best-of-the-best broom would somehow miraculously make up for this past summer. Typical. Clearly you can see how well Laureline Kevelle pays attention.
Quinn stifled a frustrated scream. She wanted out. It smelled like old cow and feet in here.
Whatever. Let's see how long it took her mother to realize she wasn't by her side anymore. Ideally, Quinn would have left the store, but that was a line she wasn't quite ready to cross. Not while she was going to be sharing a house with her Mother for yet another week.
She snuck over to the adjacent aisle and down to the far side of the store and...Oh! Bats. She snatched one up greedily, feeling its weight, and with a brief sideways glance to her Mom indulged, briefly mind you, in a fantasy where the bludger was her Mum's head.
With an almost longing sigh, Quinn set the bat back down and glanced around. It wasn't busy but then most people probably did their shopping for the school year a month ago, so it wasn't a surprise. She spotted a boy, not that much younger than her....or they could be the same age and he just looked younger... looking through the magazines and ignored him. For about all of a second.
What? It's not her fault he was just begging to be messed with. Really, it wasn't.
Quinn made her way over to the magazines and pretended to browse a moment. "You know they have a secret special going on right? Buy 3 magazines for the price of one. It's not advertised because its one of those secret word of mouth type deals, so," she held a finger up to her lips and gave him a conspiratorial wink.
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"Mom, I told you, first years can't bring brooms." Why was she even bothering? Her mother, a term she was using veeeery loosely this summer, didn't even look up. Mom was too focused on the racks of brooms, trying to find whatever broom Dena Weisz had told her was the best. Because only the best for a Kevelle, lest anyone not realizing we were richer than them. The Horror! Quinn rolled her eyes.
The model of broom in question probably didn't even exist. That's what Quinn would have done, made up some model so her victims would spend, well probably not forever, but Quinn liked to imagine they would, trying to find the broom. Of course, Dena Weisz would not have made it up purposely, she was just clueless about, well everything. As clueless as a gopher. Looked like one too. Quinn smirked to herself at that thought.
"Nonsense, Quinnlin. Of course they'll let you have your own brooms.
They can't expect you to use their shoddy brooms. Those are probably for the kids whose parents can't afford a broom for them."
Quinn threw her arms up in annoyance. Her mother didn't notice. Of course not, that'd require paying attention, wouldn't it? It was on the supply list the school sent, for Merlin's sake! She had shown it to her mother, pointed it out specifically when Mom had first gotten it into her head a brand-new-top-of-the-line-best-of-the-best broom would somehow miraculously make up for this past summer. Typical. Clearly you can see how well Laureline Kevelle pays attention.
Quinn stifled a frustrated scream. She wanted out. It smelled like old cow and feet in here.
Whatever. Let's see how long it took her mother to realize she wasn't by her side anymore. Ideally, Quinn would have left the store, but that was a line she wasn't quite ready to cross. Not while she was going to be sharing a house with her Mother for yet another week.
She snuck over to the adjacent aisle and down to the far side of the store and...Oh! Bats. She snatched one up greedily, feeling its weight, and with a brief sideways glance to her Mom indulged, briefly mind you, in a fantasy where the bludger was her Mom's head.
With an almost longing sigh, Quinn set the bat back down and glanced around. It wasn't busy but then most people probably did their shopping for the school year a month ago, so it wasn't a surprise. She spotted a boy, not that much younger than her....or they could be the same age and he just looked younger... looking through the magazines and ignored him. For about all of a second.
What? It's not her fault he was just begging to be messed with. Really, it wasn't.
Quinn made her way over to the magazines and pretended to browse a moment. "You know they have a secret special going on right? Buy 3 magazines for the price of one. It's not advertised because its one of those secret word of mouth type deals, so," she held a finger up to her lips and gave him a conspiratorial wink.
Mark looked out of the window of the shop to see that his Mum was till very much watching him very closely as he browsed the magazine rack for what he was looking for. He let out a soft grin to he knowing she was very much against letting him go anywhere without absolute supervision, but it seemed that with Xaria leaving her grasp she would soon have to let him go too. He was astutely observant of how she grasped onto Cairo's hand and held him close when they walked together. Mum was constantly asking them both to just do Homeschooling after they finish up at St. Woboldo's.
Dad on the other hand was adamant that he and Xaria, and Cairo once he gets older should all attend Hogwarts....Maybe that's how Xaria got to have an Owl? His Mum and Dad are always finding compromises to live with? Married life must be hard? Maybe it's also Celebrity Life? How many times was he not allowed somewhere because the Paparazzi would jump at the chance to bombard his Mum with picture after picture. He was sure he saw some taking pictures of their Family outing for Xaria's school supplies a few hours ago. Ah well what was he on about? Right the Magazine.
He spotted it and flipped it open briefly wishing to scan some of the articles before reading the specific one on the Cannon Player. Pretty sure the store shopkeepers would rather he buy it before he read it.
Mark shut it very quickly and stuffed it under his arm as soon as he heard a voice creep up beside him!
The young boy jerked his head to the side to see a Girl who must be near his age. "Really?" He looked back at the Magazine rack and scanned it once more if that maybe there is some sort of indication of a 3 for 1 deal. Which would be great because he saw 2 more magazines he wanted to get. "Oh Secret Deal." She said it was a secret deal. "Do you know the secret word then?" That would be mighty helpful.
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"Thank you so much. I also had fun being in the team with you. I'll be happy to purchase some Quidditch magazines for you. I'm trying to not eat too much candy because it tends to go straight on my waist and I have to really work hard to keep slim. I do thank you for the very 'sweet' offer," Daisy replied with a grin.
Emmalyn giggled at the pun "With all of the practicing we will be doing for quidditch, I don't think you have to worry one bit about your waist." It was amazing how exhausting it could be up on a broom, dodging bludgers and throwing quaffles. "Thank you for sharing the magazines. I bet we can find some great tips from the pros." That's what they needed to help get them both past tryouts and on the team.
"Speaking of quidditch, did you hear Bel is the new captain?" Her bright smile reflected her enthusiasm over the change. Not that she hadn't loved their former captain, it was exciting to have a fresh start after a not so great year for the team. "I bet we can win this year. At least not come in last. That would be a nice change."
Mark looked out of the window of the shop to see that his Mum was till very much watching him very closely as he browsed the magazine rack for what he was looking for. He let out a soft grin to he knowing she was very much against letting him go anywhere without absolute supervision, but it seemed that with Xaria leaving her grasp she would soon have to let him go too. He was astutely observant of how she grasped onto Cairo's hand and held him close when they walked together. Mum was constantly asking them both to just do Homeschooling after they finish up at St. Woboldo's.
Dad on the other hand was adamant that he and Xaria, and Cairo once he gets older should all attend Hogwarts....Maybe that's how Xaria got to have an Owl? His Mum and Dad are always finding compromises to live with? Married life must be hard? Maybe it's also Celebrity Life? How many times was he not allowed somewhere because the Paparazzi would jump at the chance to bombard his Mum with picture after picture. He was sure he saw some taking pictures of their Family outing for Xaria's school supplies a few hours ago. Ah well what was he on about? Right the Magazine.
He spotted it and flipped it open briefly wishing to scan some of the articles before reading the specific one on the Cannon Player. Pretty sure the store shopkeepers would rather he buy it before he read it.
Mark shut it very quickly and stuffed it under his arm as soon as he heard a voice creep up beside him!
The young boy jerked his head to the side to see a Girl who must be near his age. "Really?" He looked back at the Magazine rack and scanned it once more if that maybe there is some sort of indication of a 3 for 1 deal. Which would be great because he saw 2 more magazines he wanted to get. "Oh Secret Deal." She said it was a secret deal. "Do you know the secret word then?" That would be mighty helpful.
Secret word? Quinn bit her lip, whether to keep from smiling or in thought wasn't clear. Poor kid was way to trusting....she almost felt a bit guilty. Almost.
"Oh uh....I only heard it in passing. I think it was one of those American terms. Like Wampus. or Voodoo or something...Just try giving the clerk all the american words you can think of....one of them has to be it, right?"
She looked the kid up and down. "So, are you going to Hogwarts? Someone as gullible as him would be quite useful and fun. "What's your name?"
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Secret word? Quinn bit her lip, whether to keep from smiling or in thought wasn't clear. Poor kid was way to trusting....she almost felt a bit guilty. Almost.
"Oh uh....I only heard it in passing. I think it was one of those American terms. Like Wampus. or Voodoo or something...Just try giving the clerk all the american words you can think of....one of them has to be it, right?"
She looked the kid up and down. "So, are you going to Hogwarts? Someone as gullible as him would be quite useful and fun. "What's your name?"
"Just in passing?" Mark looked at her Oddly. That she didn't know it off the bat seemed suspicious, but who was he to not even at least try and get 3 magazines for the price of 1?
"It's probably got to be something Quodpot related if it's an American term in a Quidditch shop. That seems to me to be best option to take." and since his Uncle Aegis was an All-Star Quodpot Player Mark had made sure to know what he could talk to his Uncle about anytime he came back to Visit London, or if he got to take a Trip to America to visit him.
He selected 2 more magazines off the rack, not caring which other 2 they would be and would try some secret American code words when he would check out at the counter.
He shook his head no when she asked if he was going to Hogwarts. "Not yet. I start in 1 more year, but my Older sister is going to start in September." Which he was very jealous of that. "I'm Mark, Mark Gunter. What's your name?"
"Just in passing?" Mark looked at her Oddly. That she didn't know it off the bat seemed suspicious, but who was he to not even at least try and get 3 magazines for the price of 1?
"It's probably got to be something Quodpot related if it's an American term in a Quidditch shop. That seems to me to be best option to take." and since his Uncle Aegis was an All-Star Quodpot Player Mark had made sure to know what he could talk to his Uncle about anytime he came back to Visit London, or if he got to take a Trip to America to visit him.
He selected 2 more magazines off the rack, not caring which other 2 they would be and would try some secret American code words when he would check out at the counter.
He shook his head no when she asked if he was going to Hogwarts. "Not yet. I start in 1 more year, but my Older sister is going to start in September." Which he was very jealous of that. "I'm Mark, Mark Gunter. What's your name?"
The look did not go unnoticed. Okay, so kid's not as gullible as he looks. She was getting bored of the joke anyway. She shrugged, and turned her attention to the magazines. "Yeah, it could have been one of those. I know nothing about Quodpot."
"Oh. Well, just one more year right?" She picked up a magazine, flipped through it without a hint of interest, and replaced it. "I'm A...."
"What about this one, Quinnlin?" In the nearly empty store, her Mother's voice carried through the store. There was a pause, as her Mother hadn't yet looked up to notice she wasn't there.
Quinn ducked below the line of shelves so she'd be out of her Mother's line of sight and held a finger to her lips. Just in time too. Her mother had finally realized she wasn't there.
"Quinnlin?"
"Quinn," she whispered to Mark. "And that," she nodded in the direction of her Mother, "reprehensible beast is my mother."
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The look did not go unnoticed. Okay, so kid's not as gullible as he looks. She was getting bored of the joke anyway. She shrugged, and turned her attention to the magazines. "Yeah, it could have been one of those. I know nothing about Quodpot."
"Oh. Well, just one more year right?" She picked up a magazine, flipped through it without a hint of interest, and replaced it. "I'm A...."
"What about this one, Quinnlin?" In the nearly empty store, her Mother's voice carried through the store. There was a pause, as her Mother hadn't yet looked up to notice she wasn't there.
Quinn ducked below the line of shelves so she'd be out of her Mother's line of sight and held a finger to her lips. Just in time too. Her mother had finally realized she wasn't there.
"Quinnlin?"
"Quinn," she whispered to Mark. "And that," she nodded in the direction of her Mother, "reprehensible beast is my mother."
The acknowledgment that it may be something Quodpot related was good enough for Mark. He smiled at her and nodded. "I know a lot about Quodpot. Maybe I can tell you about it sometime."
He shrugged at that. "One more Year is gonna really painful. I don't think I can wait. Maybe I can sneak into Hogwarts with my Sister. She's always up for that kind of stuff anyways. She's sorta nutty." he motioned his index finger around his ear to indicate her level of insanity.
"Quinn." He repeated her and turned around to face her and and bent down to talk to her as well. Showing no sign as to why she would run and hide like that from her own Mum. He turned his head and looked RIGHT at the lady she was referring to (You know like how your not supposed to Look when someone says 'Don't Look' and you Look anyways. Reverse Psychology) There really wasn't anyone else here to lock eyes with besides the shopkeepers, Quinn and Quinn's Beast Mom.
The acknowledgment that it may be something Quodpot related was good enough for Mark. He smiled at her and nodded. "I know a lot about Quodpot. Maybe I can tell you about it sometime."
He shrugged at that. "One more Year is gonna really painful. I don't think I can wait. Maybe I can sneak into Hogwarts with my Sister. She's always up for that kind of stuff anyways. She's sorta nutty." he motioned his index finger around his ear to indicate her level of insanity.
"Quinn." He repeated her and turned around to face her and and bent down to talk to her as well. Showing no sign as to why she would run and hide like that from her own Mum. He turned his head and looked RIGHT at the lady she was referring to (You know like how your not supposed to Look when someone says 'Don't Look' and you Look anyways. Reverse Psychology) There really wasn't anyone else here to lock eyes with besides the shopkeepers, Quinn and Quinn's Beast Mom.
"Don't look!" Quinn hissed. She was not ready to be back in the mind-shredding clutches of her Mother just yet. Maybe....maybe Mom didn't notice? She ventured a slow peek around the edge of the shelf, and her shoulders slumped in defeat. Her Mother was looking this way, the rusty gears in her head clearly already turning.
Quinn shot Mark a biting look. "Great, thanks." Her Mother was already making her way over.
A moment later Mother was standing there looking down at them. "There you are. Come on, I want to be finished with shopping before lunch and we still have to head over to Hexagon Alley." The inconvience was heavy in her voice.
Quinn looked over at Mark and rolled her eyes.
"I'm kinda in the middle of something, Mother."
Her Mother's eyes moved to Mark, as if noticing he was still there, and she smiled. The smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who's your little friend?"
"This is Mark. Mark, this is my Mother. He'll be going to Hogwarts in September just like me," she shot Mark a look to tell him not to correct her. "And you're always saying I need to make more friends."
Her Mother's faux-smile faltered, just a tiny bit and only for a second, but Quinn noticed it. "Alright. Just don't take too long. I'll be up at the front buying your broom."
"Sure, Mum." Quinn waited until her Mother had reached the front before turning back to Mark. "Alright kid, tell me all about Quodpot. And take your time." She didn't really care about the sport at all, just figured it would be a good way to make her Mother wait.
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"Don't look!" Quinn hissed. She was not ready to be back in the mind-shredding clutches of her Mother just yet. Maybe....maybe Mom didn't notice? She ventured a slow peek around the edge of the shelf, and her shoulders slumped in defeat. Her Mother was looking this way, the rusty gears in her head clearly already turning.
Quinn shot Mark a biting look. "Great, thanks." Her Mother was already making her way over.
A moment later Mother was standing there looking down at them. "There you are. Come on, I want to be finished with shopping before lunch and we still have to head over to Hexagon Alley." The inconvience was heavy in her voice.
Quinn looked over at Mark and rolled her eyes.
"I'm kinda in the middle of something, Mother."
Her Mother's eyes moved to Mark, as if noticing he was still there, and she smiled. The smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who's your little friend?"
"This is Mark. Mark, this is my Mother. He'll be going to Hogwarts in September just like me," she shot Mark a look to tell him not to correct her. "And you're always saying I need to make more friends."
Her Mother's faux-smile faltered, just a tiny bit and only for a second, but Quinn noticed it. "Alright. Just don't take too long. I'll be up at the front buying your broom."
"Sure, Mum." Quinn waited until her Mother had reached the front before turning back to Mark. "Alright kid, tell me all about Quodpot. And take your time." She didn't really care about the sport at all, just figured it would be a good way to make her Mother wait.
Don't look?! But it was already too late. Mark was looking right at the Woman and the Woman was looking right at him and headed his way then looking right past him directly to the girl who obviously was her daughter. he couldn't help but feel eyes piercing him from behind. Again though he couldn't help it. Telling him not to when all he could really to do was to. It was like Uncle Morty cornering him in a game of Wizard's Chess, forcing him to make moves he doesn't want to make but he must. "sorry" he whispered to her back. Then stepped aside so that the Mum could talk to the daughter.
And instantly he was cornered once more. He wasn't attending Hogwarts until next year! Not this year?! Was she listening? He eyed her again and caught those same eyes this time looking directly at him. This girl would get along well with Xaria. "Ye-yeah..I'm going to be a first year. Nex... This September. I Turn 11 Nex...I turned 11 just this July" WHY WAS THIS SO HARD!? Mark couldn't Lie if his life depended on it. He looked back outside the window to where his Mum was at. Could she please come in now? He was getting pretty nervous having to fib for a Girl he just met.
Wait..Did her Mum just say she's buying Quinn a Broom? "She can't bring a broom to Hogwarts." He pointed at Quinn. That Lady's daughter. Which she knew that...Mark just rudely pointed at someone and well he'll just have to remember not to do that again later. "1st Years have to use the School provided brooms. It's what my Older Sister's Letter reads for her Hogwarts letter which she got just this year."
But it seems that Lady had already gone off on her way. He was unsure if his protest was heard at all. So he turned back around and looked at Quinn. "Why do you get to bring a Broom to School, and I won't be allowed to?" his eyes darted back to his Mum now outside the Window. Why is this so unfair?
Don't look?! But it was already too late. Mark was looking right at the Woman and the Woman was looking right at him and headed his way then looking right past him directly to the girl who obviously was her daughter. he couldn't help but feel eyes piercing him from behind. Again though he couldn't help it. Telling him not to when all he could really to do was to. It was like Uncle Morty cornering him in a game of Wizard's Chess, forcing him to make moves he doesn't want to make but he must. "sorry" he whispered to her back. Then stepped aside so that the Mum could talk to the daughter.
And instantly he was cornered once more. He wasn't attending Hogwarts until next year! Not this year?! Was she listening? He eyed her again and caught those same eyes this time looking directly at him. This girl would get along well with Xaria. "Ye-yeah..I'm going to be a first year. Nex... This September. I Turn 11 Nex...I turned 11 just this July" WHY WAS THIS SO HARD!? Mark couldn't Lie if his life depended on it. He looked back outside the window to where his Mum was at. Could she please come in now? He was getting pretty nervous having to fib for a Girl he just met.
Wait..Did her Mum just say she's buying Quinn a Broom? "She can't bring a broom to Hogwarts." He pointed at Quinn. That Lady's daughter. Which she knew that...Mark just rudely pointed at someone and well he'll just have to remember not to do that again later. "1st Years have to use the School provided brooms. It's what my Older Sister's Letter reads for her Hogwarts letter which she got just this year."
But it seems that Lady had already gone off on her way. He was unsure if his protest was heard at all. So he turned back around and looked at Quinn. "Why do you get to bring a Broom to School, and I won't be allowed to?" his eyes darted back to his Mum now outside the Window. Why is this so unfair?
Discussion on Quodpot can wait.
Quinn closed her eyes, bracing for the inevitable fall out with her Mother....that never came. Fortunately, Mum paid attention to Mark as well as she did Quinn. She sighed in relief and gave Mark her best withering glare. And she was good at withering glares.
"You're really awful at lying you know that?" Boy chided, Quinn dropped the glare. "Not that it mattered, I doubt my Mother heard a thing you said. Don't take it personally, she barely hears anything I say as well."
Ah, yes the broom. Quinn casually studied the boy as if debating on something. On the one hand, he did try to help, on the other hand, if her Mum had been anyone else at all, he would have gotten her busted a dozen times over. She shrugged. "Special treatment because I'm pretty sure my Mum is having an affair with the Headmistress... or she just bribed her. Either or. Or both. Could be both. And so I get to bring a broom." She shrugged again as if to say, 'life's not fair.'
"After all, we are Kevelles..." She said it in an impressive imitation of her Mother, and like she was expecting him to know them by name alone, and be impressed, because in her Mother's messed up head, being rich made you famous.
Quinn rolled her eyes, and glanced back to the front of the shop. Her Mother was already starting to look impatient and annoyed. She grinned and turned back to Mark. "So, Quodpot?"
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Beth had offended him hadn’t she? The blonde simply tipped her head at the curly haired boy when he mentioned his hair was germ free…riiiiiiiight, like that made sense? Did he purell his hair? Wouldn’t that be bad for it? Like…damaging chemicals bad for it…or just crisping. Was it crispy?
She almost debated reaching her hand out and poking a curl to test her theory but she didn’t. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulder. ”okay curls,” because clearly curly was offended and touching upset things was bound to make things worse.
Beth just turned her head to look at the hazel eyed boy and laughed, ”hey…I was curious because I saw it happen to my nan once – she had curly hair like yours but…it might have been that smelly chemical curling thing old ladies do?” she couldn’t remember the name her fathers’ mum had called it – either way it wasn’t permanent the curls always faded into disarray within months. ”and once…but I was flying at the time so I think it more…just died on me?” she answered honestly.
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Brody continued to unashamedly glare at the girl. How dare she? He was so annoyed that he momentarily forgot about the boy beside him. Not until he spoke up, that is. The little fellow looked at the other boy in surprise. He hadn't been expecting such a clever comeback or any for that matter. He smirked widely and trained his eyes back on the girl.
Wait.
What did she call him?
Curls?
"My name is Brody,'' was the stiff reply. "And I am not a girl or woman in case you hadn't noticed so there's no need for ridiculous products in my hair.'' Cue more glaring. "I think it's pointless to have a decent conversation with her,'' Brody added to his first companion.
Curls?? Ethan rolled his eyes at this girl, deciding automatically that she was mental. As she went on to explain her choice of question was because flies getting caught in her nan's hair....? Riiighhtttt?? He glanced over at his new friend (Because yes, he decided that they were friends already) and sighed before looking back to address the girl and her ridiculousness. "He doesn't put smelly curling products in hair. And I think you're being outright nosy by questioning the pests that may or may not live in his hair." Actually, he had no idea if that was true or not, but then Brody apparently confirmed it, so it was after all.
"I'm Ethan," he figured he might as well offer up his name. And to the male companion and new friend, "Girls are ridiculous like that. I should know. I got sisters." So yea, he knew all about their craziness.
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