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Upon opening the door to Atticus' Attic, you will be met with the sound of Wizarding bands both new and old being piped through the whole store. Step inside and you'll find yourself among a sea of Music Tables boasting thousands of albums from artists both Magic and Muggle on any medium you aspire to find. Vinyl records, cassette tapes, compact discs, and 8-track tapes, along with the appropriate devices to play all of these things, paired with large over-ear headphones, can be found at each table. And though many of the tables are dedicated to well-known Muggle recording formats, a fair amount of them are also dedicated to "item albums" as well. Small boxes bearing a band and album name litter these tables, and inside are items the size of a knut, varying in colour and shape dependent on the box's label. A single tap with a wand will cause the album to begin to play aloud or the album can also be stuck behind the ear to be played privately, so as to not disturb others.
At the back of the shop, you might notice the door tucked off to the right side with a shiny plaque marking the room beyond as "The Recording Booth". Inside you'll find a very large, enchanted soundboard and a plethora of various sound equipment. A sign on the wall asks that you please not touch the soundboard, as it is a very delicate piece of technology. The wide room is complete with several microphone stands scattered throughout and many enchanted instruments, waiting to be played by hand or charmed to life. You'll find that any artist entering the room will have their music or vocals magically isolated by careful charms laid out by the shopkeeper. Time in this booth can be booked in advance and walk-ins are also accepted on basis of availability.
Set along the back wall of the shop is an area devoted specifically to displaying the various band merchandise offered up for sale. The wall is lined completely with T-shirts, stacks of which can be found in cube shelving beneath, along with an assortment of band-related hoodies. A few tables bear a hodge-podge of items to be browsed: band logo jewelry, keychains, posters, and sturdy white cardboard boxes filled with music-related magazines, each labeled on the front with the magazine's name, are just a few of the treasures you’ll find here. Whatever your musical needs, Atticus's Attic is sure have what you're searching for.
This shop is owned by an NPC and is a part of the IC Shopkeeper initiative. For details, please see this thread.
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Honora laughed gently. "Pleased to meet you, Aria Mae McLeod," she said. She made a mental note to seek out fashion show organizers to see if they needed catering. Or perhaps a fashion magazine needed lunch...every day. That sort of recurring business would be a relief, even if it was overwhelming at first. "I'll remember that," she said quietly.
It was hard not to grimace when the younger woman called twenty-year-old music old fashioned. What did that make her then? The twenty-five-year-old scanned the shop, looking for a familiarly colored batch of music. Spotting it, she sorted through albums until she found the one she'd been looking for. Honora held up the album, Elixir of Life. "I loved listenening to Wiggenweld as a kid," she said. "Haven't a clue why, I don't think my dad likes them much."
“Pleased to meet you too, Honora!’’ Aria bobbed her head. “Good! You do that and you’ll be going places.” More places than before, that is. Anyway, Aria knew first hand just how persistent and determined one had to be in order to make it, and honing in on potential clients while carrying those two traits was one of the best ways to succeed.
The fashion designer was completely oblivious to the grimace. Music dating back to twenty plus years ago only seemed ancient in her mind because her fathers introduced her to music from that long ago and they themselves were old. But there were always such good memories that came with it and for that reason, older music just might be her favourite. “Wiggenweld.” Aria turned the album over in her hands, checking out the track listing and cover art. “I think we have that in common, Honora,’’ she said with a chuckle. “Neither did my dads because they certainly did not introduce me to this one. Got any track you like in particular?”
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And here Nigel thought he hid those boxes of hair dye pretty well. Guess not. his fault for thinking she would not be going in the bathroom in his and Gaia's bedroom.
"As long as you aren't asking for jam...I think it depends on what you want here...a new kit or strings"
He cant stop the silly jokes. Sue him. Those fluttering lashes and pout were not going to work this time. Nope, not at all. ok maybe a little bit They were getting ice cream later regardless since he wanted some and that was easy to explain away when asked what he bought.
Sometimes, but only sometimes, the remains were cleverly hidden in the rubbish bin but never so cleverly hidden that curious hands couldn't find them or spot some dark rings around the sink and back on occasion. And since dad was the only one with that kind of dark hair in the family that would be dying it...well...process of elimination!
She could keep a secret though and not reveal it to the tabloids. Not just yet anyway.
"Jam for toast? Why can't I have jam for toast? Why would I need jam for toast now? It would make all the music sticky! You're so weird, daddy." Calliope eyed the drum kit a bit more and inched a little closer to it. "I gotta try them before I decide...can you help me up on to the seat!" It was kind of tall...and she likely wasn't going to be able to reach the pedal and just have little dangly legs.
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Sometimes, but only sometimes, the remains were cleverly hidden in the rubbish bin but never so cleverly hidden that curious hands couldn't find them or spot some dark rings around the sink and back on occasion. And since dad was the only one with that kind of dark hair in the family that would be dying it...well...process of elimination!
She could keep a secret though and not reveal it to the tabloids. Not just yet anyway.
"Jam for toast? Why can't I have jam for toast? Why would I need jam for toast now? It would make all the music sticky! You're so weird, daddy." Calliope eyed the drum kit a bit more and inched a little closer to it. "I gotta try them before I decide...can you help me up on to the seat!" It was kind of tall...and she likely wasn't going to be able to reach the pedal and just have little dangly legs.
When was Nigel's own laziness not going to bite him in the behind? Seemed it always did and yet he keeps being lazy when he can. He usually blamed it on him not being as young as he used to be but now its seemed to just be a personal flaw.
Wait for it....wait for it.
"It would be for you jamming on the drums"
GOT HER...He cracks himself up with these horrible jokes. After some chuckles he helps onto the kit's seat.
"Are you all set or do I need to adjust the seat more for you?"
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When was Nigel's own laziness not going to bite him in the behind? Seemed it always did and yet he keeps being lazy when he can. He usually blamed it on him not being as young as he used to be but now its seemed to just be a personal flaw.
Wait for it....wait for it.
"It would be for you jamming on the drums"
GOT HER...He cracks himself up with these horrible jokes. After some chuckles he helps onto the kit's seat.
"Are you all set or do I need to adjust the seat more for you?"
Maybe. Unless Calliope got there first because she didn't get her drum kit! Just kidding, she had only actually bitten someone the one time and mamma had been SO cross with her about it Calliope had been pretty sure her mamma had turned into a harpy. It wasn't worth that trouble again. Though...mamma wasn't here right now...
This is what happened when you learned about one of your (honorary) auntie's pasts!
As it was, however, the little brunette was very confused and her head slowly tilted to the side until her ear touched her shoulder. "...I don't get it." He had her thoughts all scrambled like scrambled eggs and jam did not go that well with scrambled eggs. "Can we just play now?" she pleaded while her tiny legs swung back and forth with her toes just barely grazing the floor.
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“Pleased to meet you too, Honora!’’ Aria bobbed her head. “Good! You do that and you’ll be going places.” More places than before, that is. Anyway, Aria knew first hand just how persistent and determined one had to be in order to make it, and honing in on potential clients while carrying those two traits was one of the best ways to succeed.
The fashion designer was completely oblivious to the grimace. Music dating back to twenty plus years ago only seemed ancient in her mind because her fathers introduced her to music from that long ago and they themselves were old. But there were always such good memories that came with it and for that reason, older music just might be her favourite. “Wiggenweld.” Aria turned the album over in her hands, checking out the track listing and cover art. “I think we have that in common, Honora,’’ she said with a chuckle. “Neither did my dads because they certainly did not introduce me to this one. Got any track you like in particular?”
Honora smiled at Aria's comparison of their parents' music tastes. It was possible her mum had played Wiggenweld when she was a baby, or perhaps had left an album behind, but the blonde preferred to think she had developed her musical taste on her own, just like her literal sense of taste.
She leaned to see which tracks were on this particular album. Nothing jumped out at her, though, they were all reliable hits. "I like them all," she said. "And I'd say this is an album where you can take songs individually and listen, and it's just as good as listening to straight through in the album." Not all music was like that. She'd listened to one or two where the songs were fine individually but much better in context.
Maybe. Unless Calliope got there first because she didn't get her drum kit! Just kidding, she had only actually bitten someone the one time and mamma had been SO cross with her about it Calliope had been pretty sure her mamma had turned into a harpy. It wasn't worth that trouble again. Though...mamma wasn't here right now...
This is what happened when you learned about one of your (honorary) auntie's pasts!
As it was, however, the little brunette was very confused and her head slowly tilted to the side until her ear touched her shoulder. "...I don't get it." He had her thoughts all scrambled like scrambled eggs and jam did not go that well with scrambled eggs. "Can we just play now?" she pleaded while her tiny legs swung back and forth with her toes just barely grazing the floor.
We do not discuss when Mamma turns into a harpy. It never ends well for anyone at home.
Hear Nigel thought that was an easy joke to get and all he got was a look of confusion. Can he go to a coroner and mourn in peace that his joke died so fast? It was painful. The invisible tears were streaming down his face. Should he even explain the joke because that usually only makes it worse? Maybe it was best to forget it ever happened and move on to what Calli wanted to do.
"Yeah....yeah let's see what you got. Maybe you will be even better than your Uncle"
He doesn't even know if they were allowed but whatever he will deal with the consequences if it makes her happy. Was amusing seeing her be a bit too small for the set.
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Honora smiled at Aria's comparison of their parents' music tastes. It was possible her mum had played Wiggenweld when she was a baby, or perhaps had left an album behind, but the blonde preferred to think she had developed her musical taste on her own, just like her literal sense of taste.
She leaned to see which tracks were on this particular album. Nothing jumped out at her, though, they were all reliable hits. "I like them all," she said. "And I'd say this is an album where you can take songs individually and listen, and it's just as good as listening to straight through in the album." Not all music was like that. She'd listened to one or two where the songs were fine individually but much better in context.
That was high praise for an album. You know what? Aria was going to take Honora’s opinion. “It’s settled then,” she remarked happily. “I’ll have this one keeping me company this evening while I work on some designs. Perhaps my brother and his boyfriend will get into grooving with me.” Because Aria was known to bust out a spontaneous move or two while working.
The young woman hugged the album to her chest. “Thank you once again for the suggestion. I may let you know what I think of this album sometime.” She was now in possession of Honora’s card, after all; and it held all the contact information.
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We do not discuss when Mamma turns into a harpy. It never ends well for anyone at home.
Hear Nigel thought that was an easy joke to get and all he got was a look of confusion. Can he go to a coroner and mourn in peace that his joke died so fast? It was painful. The invisible tears were streaming down his face. Should he even explain the joke because that usually only makes it worse? Maybe it was best to forget it ever happened and move on to what Calli wanted to do.
"Yeah....yeah let's see what you got. Maybe you will be even better than your Uncle"
He doesn't even know if they were allowed but whatever he will deal with the consequences if it makes her happy. Was amusing seeing her be a bit too small for the set.
Sometimes jokes were so bad that they were beyond understanding, dad.
Thing was that she now had a hankering for blackberry jam and butter sandwiches...AND ice cream so he their to-do list on the day was only growing with each attempt at fatherly humor he made.
"Is that a promise?!" she chirped, her eyes widening and sparkling at the thought. She had probably listened to some of those drum solos thousands...no...millions of times by now and if dad thought it was possible that she could play like that too then...well...they had a lot of practicing to get to! "Just like I might have nicer hair than you someday?" she added for a bit of effect aaaaaaaaand rubbed her beanie all over the top of her head. It would lightly knot her hair, but mum had gotten really good at untangling it when that happened and used a really nice smelling spray for it too. Plus, it was always funny to see how dad's face scrunched up like he was sucking on an Acid Pop when she did.
Her legs were dangling still a bit over the stool, but now she was entirely too eager to fully care that she wouldn't be able to press down on them proper. She instead twirled the drum sticks around in her fingers like she had been practicing with her pencils and spoons at home. Drum sticks were a lot more balanced for such things than spoons were though. Which meant that she could very easily SLAM them down on ride cymbals.
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Sometimes jokes were so bad that they were beyond understanding, dad.
Thing was that she now had a hankering for blackberry jam and butter sandwiches...AND ice cream so he their to-do list on the day was only growing with each attempt at fatherly humor he made.
"Is that a promise?!" she chirped, her eyes widening and sparkling at the thought. She had probably listened to some of those drum solos thousands...no...millions of times by now and if dad thought it was possible that she could play like that too then...well...they had a lot of practicing to get to! "Just like I might have nicer hair than you someday?" she added for a bit of effect aaaaaaaaand rubbed her beanie all over the top of her head. It would lightly knot her hair, but mum had gotten really good at untangling it when that happened and used a really nice smelling spray for it too. Plus, it was always funny to see how dad's face scrunched up like he was sucking on an Acid Pop when she did.
Her legs were dangling still a bit over the stool, but now she was entirely too eager to fully care that she wouldn't be able to press down on them proper. She instead twirled the drum sticks around in her fingers like she had been practicing with her pencils and spoons at home. Drum sticks were a lot more balanced for such things than spoons were though. Which meant that she could very easily SLAM them down on ride cymbals.
Now Nigel had to wonder if all his jokes where that bad and beyond understanding. It would be his version of a mid life crisis and he was fast approaching the age for that. Another curse of his humor was making everyone including himself hungry. While he was fine with no jam...ice cream was a different story. Maybe he backed himself into a bit of a corner with that off handed compliment...but she was 5 so it was always possible she does end up being better and cant crush a kids dream this early in life.
That was what Hogwarts was for!
"It's a promise but all you will get is better hat hair than me"
So rude to bring up the hair point even if it will wind up being true. Genetics is hard to beat. The beanie is trying its best to help Nigel but it could only do so much.
Yep, yep this is what a it sounds like when someone is just banging..jamming on the drums. Nothing to see here. Just being a typical pushover. He was just going to grab the items she wanted while she was in the zone.
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Now Nigel had to wonder if all his jokes where that bad and beyond understanding. It would be his version of a mid life crisis and he was fast approaching the age for that. Another curse of his humor was making everyone including himself hungry. While he was fine with no jam...ice cream was a different story. Maybe he backed himself into a bit of a corner with that off handed compliment...but she was 5 so it was always possible she does end up being better and cant crush a kids dream this early in life.
That was what Hogwarts was for!
"It's a promise but all you will get is better hat hair than me"
So rude to bring up the hair point even if it will wind up being true. Genetics is hard to beat. The beanie is trying its best to help Nigel but it could only do so much.
Yep, yep this is what a it sounds like when someone is just banging..jamming on the drums. Nothing to see here. Just being a typical pushover. He was just going to grab the items she wanted while she was in the zone.
Dad really was just the best at pep talks and motivational speeches. Truly inspirational. Just don't let your wife hear about these expectations or else she may insist on school transfers!
"Still better hair than you," she beamed, clinging to the words she wanted to and dad had even confirmed it! Calliope continued her light taps and occasional slams to the beat of some ancient muggle song dad and his friends had covered at some point or another, but her limbs were only so long and she could only reach so far. The seat was both too high and two low depending on what she wanted to reach and so her jam was clumpy and clunky. The frustration was clearly showing on her face too. "...dad? Can I sit on your lap and you do the feet bits again?"
And also maybe show her how to do that one solo again? Guide her through it? Muscle memory, as mama called it, hadn't quite remembered all of it just yet.
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That was high praise for an album. You know what? Aria was going to take Honora’s opinion. “It’s settled then,” she remarked happily. “I’ll have this one keeping me company this evening while I work on some designs. Perhaps my brother and his boyfriend will get into grooving with me.” Because Aria was known to bust out a spontaneous move or two while working.
The young woman hugged the album to her chest. “Thank you once again for the suggestion. I may let you know what I think of this album sometime.” She was now in possession of Honora’s card, after all; and it held all the contact information.
Honora smiled. This had been a more successful trip to the music store than she'd expected. Not only had she gotten to share and receive a recommendation, but she'd even given out her business card.
And all in less time than it took to make a pot of soup.
"No problem at all, I hope you like it," she said cheerfully. She was already on her way to finish up her own purchase. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Aria."
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Honora smiled. This had been a more successful trip to the music store than she'd expected. Not only had she gotten to share and receive a recommendation, but she'd even given out her business card.
And all in less time than it took to make a pot of soup.
"No problem at all, I hope you like it," she said cheerfully. She was already on her way to finish up her own purchase. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Aria."
Aria could say the same thing! Not to mention it felt great to find a potential caterer for the studio, someone with striving business ideals that could be assisted. Not to mention, of course, that both she and Honora now had some great music to jive to. “I’m one hundred percent certain that I will!” Maybe even Caes and Darius would too. Either way, this was a win-win situation.
“Lovely to meet you, Honora! I hope our paths cross again.” That much was a fact. Aria gave Honora a finger wiggle, and having decided to check out some merch, headed in the direction to do exactly this.
Dad really was just the best at pep talks and motivational speeches. Truly inspirational. Just don't let your wife hear about these expectations or else she may insist on school transfers!
"Still better hair than you," she beamed, clinging to the words she wanted to and dad had even confirmed it! Calliope continued her light taps and occasional slams to the beat of some ancient muggle song dad and his friends had covered at some point or another, but her limbs were only so long and she could only reach so far. The seat was both too high and two low depending on what she wanted to reach and so her jam was clumpy and clunky. The frustration was clearly showing on her face too. "...dad? Can I sit on your lap and you do the feet bits again?"
And also maybe show her how to do that one solo again? Guide her through it? Muscle memory, as mama called it, hadn't quite remembered all of it just yet.
It was a talent and he had way too many of those. Think of all he could accomplish if his mind was not filled with dad jokes. That is not what he said! Not even old enough to go to the castle and she already has selective hearing. Don't know whether to be proud or scared at this point. “You still have your sister for competition on that” But enough about hair even thought he could go for a shopping trip and buy some new conditioner. What it was on his mind, okay.
Nigel was seeing the discomfort the more she had fun playing. It was just they had no time to properly adjust it for her height. Maybe for xmas she gets her own. But that was a while away. He could also see her trying to hit on rhythm and just not being about to do it.
“Sure we can try that until we get yelled at. Lets try your favorite song”
And without further adieu slides on over and picks her up like the beanie brat she is and pops a squat. She was now in his lap and he adjusts things just a bit for his height.
“Got the sticks ready?”
She was getting her solo while he played along
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Calliope wrinkled her nose so hard that she made herself sneeze. "She has blonde hair...like mum...I have dark hair like you...it's totally different," she insisted with a huff and dramatic fold of the arms across her chest. "You can't compare bananas to pineapples, dad."
This little beanie brat let out a VERY delighted giggle as he picked her up and plopped her back down on to his leg. It felt like sitting on a very boney Babbo Natalee most of the time. There was the excitement and magic of possibility and wonder...but also dad was not a bulky person so there were differences. But getting to sit on dad's lap and play music? Nothing beat it. Nothing. Excet maybe her weight in jelly slugs. Maybe.
Twirling the sticks between her fingers like she had been playing drums her WHOLE life - which, technically, she kind of had - Calliope leaned her head back and grinned up at him. "Duuuuuuuuuh. So show me THE move, dad. The move...the moooooove!"
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Calliope wrinkled her nose so hard that she made herself sneeze. "She has blonde hair...like mum...I have dark hair like you...it's totally different," she insisted with a huff and dramatic fold of the arms across her chest. "You can't compare bananas to pineapples, dad."
This little beanie brat let out a VERY delighted giggle as he picked her up and plopped her back down on to his leg. It felt like sitting on a very boney Babbo Natalee most of the time. There was the excitement and magic of possibility and wonder...but also dad was not a bulky person so there were differences. But getting to sit on dad's lap and play music? Nothing beat it. Nothing. Excet maybe her weight in jelly slugs. Maybe.
Twirling the sticks between her fingers like she had been playing drums her WHOLE life - which, technically, she kind of had - Calliope leaned her head back and grinned up at him. "Duuuuuuuuuh. So show me THE move, dad. The move...the moooooove!"
Nigel was not seeing how proper hair care mattered based on the color but he wasn't going to fight on it because that comparison was just perfect. He was raising them properly after all. Bananas and Pineapples. She could have went apples and oranges but nope. All praise the mighty pineapple.
“I could go for some pineapple pizza right now you know”
Jelly slugs not so much. Ok Ok enough food, he had a the beanie brat ready for the fun. She had her sticks and a smile and all he had to do was not drop her. Simple job really and he was good at it.
The move riiiiiight. He had a lot of moves. He was drawing a blank on what move she wanted right now. It wasnt the move like jagger one right?
“What move do you want?”
He could always give a moving speech also.
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"Oh! Can we get a jar of candied pineapple too?" Because someone kept sneaking nibbles of them during non snack hours and before meals and in the middle of the night so they had run out at the home at a peculiarly quick pace. Someone, of course. Someone who may or may not have legs not long enough to reach the floor. "And no ham on the pizza. It makes my tummy feel icky. Double pineapple instead?"
Calliope loved playing the drums by herself...but it was even better when she got to sit on daddy's lap and he guided her through the motions. Muscle memory and all that fancy stuff mum tried to explain to her but she mostly ignored. "You knoooooow...the one that goes DUN dun dun tickticktick with the open hi-hat and the kick drum with the spooky notes to start," she attempted to explain while bouncing on his lap.
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Gaining employment at Atticus’ had perhaps been one of the best decisions that Fynley had made. Not that it was hard to compete with the arguably bad decision he had made in the weeks leading up to the end of term which considering the company he was with he didn’t regret one bit. Having this summertime job was a way of getting out of the house without his parents wanting to know his every whereabouts and meant that he essentially HAD a home to come back to every night. That was until those OWL results inevitably come through and the failing grades of the exams he had bothered to sit came into light.
Being a music instructor, specifically with the drums, was doing something he absolutely loved whilst getting paid for it. It was unlikely that he was ever going to develop a career from his passion but still (despite it involving a lot of impatient kids who just wanted to make a lot of noise) it was fun and it offered him some escapism for a while. He had an hour or two to kill between lessons that morning but with the street packed with students he had no inclination to push his way out there and be stood in a queue for ages. Instead the sixteen year old could be found sat at the drum kit twiddling the drumsticks between his fingers and deep in thought.
Gaining employment at Atticus’ had perhaps been one of the best decisions that Fynley had made. Not that it was hard to compete with the arguably bad decision he had made in the weeks leading up to the end of term which considering the company he was with he didn’t regret one bit. Having this summertime job was a way of getting out of the house without his parents wanting to know his every whereabouts and meant that he essentially HAD a home to come back to every night. That was until those OWL results inevitably come through and the failing grades of the exams he had bothered to sit came into light.
Being a music instructor, specifically with the drums, was doing something he absolutely loved whilst getting paid for it. It was unlikely that he was ever going to develop a career from his passion but still (despite it involving a lot of impatient kids who just wanted to make a lot of noise) it was fun and it offered him some escapism for a while. He had an hour or two to kill between lessons that morning but with the street packed with students he had no inclination to push his way out there and be stood in a queue for ages. Instead the sixteen year old could be found sat at the drum kit twiddling the drumsticks between his fingers and deep in thought.
Violeta needed to get out of the house. She loved her siblings, but between a toddler Angel and almost one year old twins, Violeta had enough of babies for a time. But what REALLY had her seeking distractions were her parents. They were the culprits! For some reason–which Violeta didn’t understand–they decided to hire a tutor so she could get a headstart on fourth year academics. They had destroyed her soul with that announcement! She had so many plans and now she had to add tutoring into the mix.
It was HORRIBLE.
And she almost blew up in rage, but by some miracle, she managed to calmly walk back to her room and calmly close the door. Then drown her frustration by listening to music on blast. Her parents HAD to know they had upset her in some way.
After some time she figured the music got to her dad, because he asked her if she wanted to accompany him to Diagon Alley while he visited Gringotts. She was still upset. So when they parted ways in Diagon Alley, Violeta promptly tied her Selena Quintanilla t-shirt into a cute knot at the front, making it into a crop top. Then folded her jean shorts, making them slightly shorter than what her dad allowed her.
But you know what? Strict parents make sneaky children. She was living by that. It was their fault.
Fixing her hair and straightening the strap of her purse over her shoulder, she strode towards the shop she already had in mind; the music shop. It was quiet in there, which was rare, but everyone else was probably busy with school shopping and all that stuff. Violeta was fully procrastinating on that. It was still too early to think about school. They just got out!
Wandering into the shop, she smiled to herself when she spotted her friend. “A pickle for your thoughts, Mister Fynley Ellis,” she said ever soooo smoothly, unaware she got the saying wrong.
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Arguments with parents was a shockingly familiar story for the Slytherin too. It was something he was trying to shut away inside himself though and maintain the outgoing, upbeat attitude on the exterior that Fynley managed to hold well. That didn’t mean he wasn’t immune to the odd ‘deep in thought’ moment that he was reflecting right at that second. The drumsticks twiddled around in his fingers as he stared out across the shop towards a display in the corner.
That was until a voice snapped him back into reality and in the sudden break from deep consciousness he dropped the drumsticks on the floor. If it was anyone else, Fynley might have been mildly annoyed by the jump scare but as it happened the figure stood in front of him was one that was always welcomed by the sixteen year old.
An audible snort escaped upon realising what she had said. “A pickle? I’m afraid we don’t take gherkins as payment in this shop” he chuckled. “Think you mean a sickle, V.” He admired the confidence though. He reached down to pick up the drumsticks from between his feet and set them on top of the snare.
Oops. She hadn’t meant to amaze him that powerfully. Even his drumsticks rolled onto the ground! Violeta grinned, a mirror image of pure innocence despite her green-hazel eyes that glimmered with sassy mischief.
“Gherkins?” she wondered aloud, her head tilting to the side. That sounded like a group of goblins or something. She wasn’t familiar with that word. Not in the three languages she spoke. Anywho! It was sickle? “A sickle for your thoughts. That sounds more appropriate,” she nodded. “I mean, I like pickles but I doubt people normally carry one with them.” No. That’d be odd. She only carried hot cheetos, gummy bears/worms, a variety of chocolate, and mints in her purse.
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She hadn’t heard of a gherkin before? Suppose it was a British thing that he had picked up by Violeta hadn’t been exposed to yet. It wasn’t like it came up in every day conversation. “Yeah a gherkin. A pickled cucumber? They’re called gherkins here.” Despite his grades seemingly saying otherwise, Fynley wasn’t as thick as it seemed. “You’re just gonna have to become a Legilimens if you want to get inside my thoughts” he chuckled. Not that she’d probably want to. It wasn’t like there was just a clapping monkey sat there or a maze of deep interconnecting thought passages but he WAS a teenage boy and everyone knew their thoughts were less than to be desired.
Fynley suspected that Violeta’s appearance wasn’t just random, or at least he assumed it wasn’t anyway. “I know you probably miss me so much now we aren’t at school but you didn’t have to come stalk me at work,” he teased, a slow sideways smirk slipping into the corner of his mouth. “Just can’t get enough can you?”
In all seriousness, if she wanted a drum lesson he was more than happy to accommodate. Just perhaps don’t tell the owner he was offering it for free?
“Oooooh,” she nodded, taking in the new piece of information. “Do you like gherkins–” She paused, grinning brightly. “You know what, that was never on my list of things to accomplish, but now I’m adding becoming a Legilimens to it.” What juicy things did Fynley have in that pretty head of his? If she hadn’t been curious before, she was now. Especially after his little confession last term. OooOOoooooh!
At the next part the brunette laughed, but then nodded as if what he said was the solid truth. “That’s your unfortunate curse, dear Fynley. I have scouted ALL of Diagon Alley just to find thee.” LOL. She was trying so hard to keep up the charade. “And now that I found you, I’m never leaving.”
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In Fynley’s very honest opinion, a burger wasn’t a burger without there being gherkins on top but whether he would sit and eat them as they came was up for debate. “Depends on the situation I guess” he chuckled. “I’m not the type to guzzle down a whole jar, juice and all if that’s what you mean?” Fynn might’ve had his quirks but he wasn’t THAT weird.
The thought of being a Legilimens, of being subjected to the inner workings of his friends brains, honestly sounded like an absolute logistical nightmare. “I’d rather remain clueless. I don’t think I’d WANT to know what strange thoughts are going through your brain,” he teased. As for his ‘confession’ last term? Well it wasn’t like it was some juicy secret considering he’d been spotted holding hands with him and hadn’t been keeping it under wraps much. No, he hadn’t flaunted it from the rooftops but he didn’t exactly care who knew either.
“It’s my charisma, you’re drawn to me like a moth to a flame.” Not that the Slytherin minded having her company. It wasn’t like he was exactly busy right now anyway. “Or a limpet attached to a rock.” He stood up and headed over to a pile of records in the corner and flicked through to select one to be play aloud before heading back to where Violeta stood and ruffling her hair affectionately.
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