Butterbeer Cart https://i.postimg.cc/7Zh90d3w/butter...art-banner.jpg Has all of your shopping worn you out and left you in need of some hydration? From the south side of Diagon Alley, the Leaky Cauldron is quite a trek, especially when the cobbled street has exploded with witches, wizards, and children alike. Do not fret, however. A crimson red cart, stationed between Janus Galloglass and Noltie's Botanical Novelties, with golden lettering spelling out 'BUTTERBEER' is here to save the day! For many years, an old witch has been taking advantage of this spot and has provided many with a refreshing sugary butterscotch concoction and even a tasty snack. |
Open post~ One of the best parts in Diagon Alley was the butterbeer cart in Dorian's opinion. He did not really like butterbeer though he did occasionally drink it, but the old witch's cart was something irreplaceable. Diagon Alley would not be the same if the cart dissapeared. Holding his shopping bags in one hand, the Ravenclaw checked his pockets and pulled out a couple of sickles and two knuts. Not enough to make a Galleon to buy a refreshing butterbeer... He hated being poor. What was the point of being rich in other ways like his father repeatedly said when he couldn't even buy a butterbeer?! |
Declan! It was July. Why was she shopping in... July? Rylee being Rylee wanted to get her school supplies purchased and completely out of the way nice and early. That way any other coins she earned from her babysitting or doing chores could be added straight into her 'Don't Touch This' fund. She was saving up for something special and wanted to be able to buy it all on her own. Not every coin she earned was being saved though... some was being used for fun. Like on candy, nail polish, hanging around with her friends, books and funding her plant work. So with her charmed to be weightless bag slung over her shoulder, the fourteen year old headed for the Butterbeer cart. She was in need of a small break and could really go for some ice cream. Or maybe some fudge. It was always tough trying to decide what to get. Unless one of the choices was sugar quills. Than there was no other option. As she got closer and moved to join the very short line, which honestly surprised her, she took note of who was standing right in front of her. "Declan! Hi!" Rylee giggled knowing he would know who was talking to him right away without even having to look at her. |
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Taking a step closer to the cart, Dorian held his money in his hand when he heard a voice directly behind him. Declan. Should he turn around? He knew that it was Rylee. Only she called him that as part of an inner joke they had between them. "Hi Rosie" he greeted back though he had not turned around yet because it was his turn to pay. He told the old witch that he wanted some butterbeer flavoured fudge and handed her the money. Only when he got what he came for, or rather the second option, he popped a fudge in his mouth and grinned at Rylee. "What are you getting?" |
Dorian! With every step taken, the cart was drawing nearer and nearer. Yet she still had no idea which treat she was going to go with today. Why was it always so hard to choose. Rylee smiled brightly when Dorian went along with their inside joke and greeted her as Rosie. It was funny how something so simple stuck with them even after several terms and no one really knew about it but them. And a very special house elf back at Hogwarts. "I have n-" the teen began to reply only now it was her turn and she needed to decide fast. "I would like some butterbeer fudge please." Laughing softly at her own last second decision she handed over the coins to the old witch taking her fudge in return. Stepping out of the way of the cart she grinned at Dorian. "I guess I got some fudge. I always have trouble choosing just one sweet." As everyone likely knew she had a sweet tooth. Plus by getting the fudge she could bring some home for Reese and Saros. "How's break treating you?" Got to be better than their previous term at school, hm? |
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"Oh its fine" he anwered with a shrug of his shoulders. "I didn't go out much this summer though, i prefered to stay inside the House. My dad did not like that though, he kept trying to push me outside" he shook his head. "Sometimes literally trying to push me out of the front door" "Are you a having a good summer vacation?" |
Dorian! Indeed she was smiling. She was almost always smiling. Especially now that it was summer break and she was away from all things Hogwarts related. It sure was nice being able to relax without someone always watching over your shoulder or wondering what insane rule she might be breaking at the moment. With the small box of fudge in her hands, Rylee broke off a little piece nibbling at it. "Mm, that's one of the worst things to tell me... cause I would totally do that," she laughed softly. In fact she had done that. Many times. Lately though she had become much more cautious about spending her own coins. More and more of her coins was put away for something she was still saving up for. "Well I can't say I blame him really... sure staying inside and relaxing with a good book or playing some videos is great.." Two things she herself did during the break. "But so is getting outside and enjoying the fresh air. Not to mention you still need to come visit me!" Now that that was on the forefront of her mind she would have to set up a visit really soon. Rylee took another small bite of her butterbeer fudge, which was seriously amazing by the way. "Mhmm, I'm mostly keeping busy with my normal activities but finding time for family and friends as well. Went to Norway for a few days with Reese to meet a friend he went to school with for a bit." Which she had to admit had been one of the best times she had ever had, minus her brother having an allergic reaction to one of the creatures they met but no one wanted to talk about that. |
hi this is open Galilea stopped at this cart every day to get herself a butterbeer, and once a week she picked up some fudge too. If she had her son with her, then he got his own but today.. she was alone. But she had a butterbeer and had a successful business meeting under her belt for today. Things were rolling, the ball was rolling in the plans she'd had for years and she was excited for the future. Fitz would be proud of his Mum, at least. |
Pete may have been faithfully training for quidditch, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a treat every now and then. One butterbeer definitely couldn't hurt, which was why he'd made his way to the butterbeer cart on the south end of Diagon Alley. He'd briefly considered the butterbeer ice cream, but settled in just a butterbeer in the end. It was a nice day; not too cold but not too hot either. Not bad weather to wait in line to order his butterbeer. Or to linger around the cart to sip it slowly, enjoying the atmosphere of the alley. He definitely wouldn't mind a chat either, if someone happened by for their own treat. |
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"Careful, Snow," she said coyly, both her eyes and tone clearly teasing. She respected him as a fellow quidditch player, but that did not mean she was above a bit of banter with the opposition. "Wouldn't want to knock you off your form." She was very familiar with his skills as a keeper and he had been insufferably on point during the match against her team in which the Tornadoes squeaked by with a victory over her team by a measly ten points. She would still blame Jahan for missing that last shot in that match. It was easy to push blame on the rookie. "Though, seeing as England completely annihilated China that first match...suppose you think you have a bit of room to let loose." |
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"Call this a celebration, then." He said it with a grin, memories of that game now flashing through his mind. England had performed really well, if he did say so himself. He didn't want to get overconfident, but he was feeling really good about their chances in this Cup. "Care to join me?" |
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She had other plans for celebrating making it through the Round of 16, and no one truly celebrated quite like Bulgaria...except maybe the Irish...so she was quite satisfied on that front. "Are you paying?" asks, suggests rather, coyly. |
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"So why not now, then?" He asked with a smile. He flipped a galleon in the air at the mention of paying. "Of course. What kind of a man would I be if I invited you to have a butterbeer with me without treating you to it?" |
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Or not. It was spare him the embarrassment of a public tongue lashing. Zinnia could not help but roll her eyes at the galleon display. Especially with it attached to that particular line. "The sort that knows I am perfectly capable of paying for my own butterbeer," points out with a smirk, reaching out to snatch that galleon from the air before it could land back in his palm. Not exactly keeper speed reflexes, but still impressive. "I have not indulged in a cheat this week, so I suppose I could indulge you." Holds that galleon back up to him between her index and middle finger. "Better make it worth my time, Snow." |
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"I never claimed you weren't." He said it with an easy smile and a sip of his own butterbeer. "Just pointing out that it would only be proper of me to pay since I invited you to join me." And he was pleased that she seemed to be taking him up on his offer. Though he still wasn't quite sure on where they had landed in regard to whether or not he was paying. "That's a lot of pressure to live up to your standards." Was he doubting himself? No, not really. Mostly just making a joke. |
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The World Cup was doing amazing things to her spirit. So easy to get lost in the hype and the energy. So easy to forget just about everything else. In fact, to match his own little attempt at humor, she peeked under the table at his shoes which were - naturally - planted flat to the ground. "Hmmm..." she mused while lifting her chocolate gaze back towards him. "Interesting." |
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Why was she looking at his feet? Oh, right, keeping people on their toes. Well yes, his were firmly planted. And he was currently eager to discuss quidditch with someone who loved it as much as he did. "Who do you think is going to be in the finals?" |
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She caught the boyish look down at his feet, a confused sort of gesture that reminded her very much of the way Cassius behaved when it took him far too long to catch on to her logical teasing. "I suppose if it cannot be Bulgaria for the Cup...I would prefer it be England over India." Only because she was still bitter in their loss to the team. India was...good though. There was no denying that. "You'll have to be on your best form against them. Better than that first match against them in the group stage." England's only loss in the whole tournament thus far. "Learn to anticipate the backspin shots better." That was more than a suggestion. |
Open There was no grander drink in world than butterbeer in Aoife's adolescent mind. She didn't need to try all the drinks that exist to know this, it was quare self-evident. And that's why, this summer, like all the previous summers since Liam got his letter and opened the world of magic to them, the Butterbeer cart was her first stop. Even with the excitement and anticipation of getting her very own wand, or rather, because of it, Aoife stopped here first. She needed a moment, at least, to compose herself and get control of her excitement. It probably wasn't a grand idea to annoy the wandmaker; you'd be likely to end up with a poor excuse of a wand. Aoife passed coins to the old witch as the old witch passed her a mug, and found a quiet place to sit, tucked under a bit of shade. The taste of Butterbeer was even better than she remembered. It always was. It was the only thing Aoife knew that always surpassed her memory of it, as she was prone to build things up grander than they were in her memory. When she was done with her first sip, the mug half empty now, and an impressive foam mustache secretly decorating her upper lip, Aoife set the mug down next to her and pulled out her sketch book and flipped it open to a new page. People watching was fine and all, but trying to capture the chaos of Diagon Alley was a goal of hers three years running now. |
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Wandering over to the girl, Ellie questioned as she stopped a feet from the table with a small smile "Hi! Is the butter tasting so good that you wanted to save some for later?" Gesturing to the sketchbook more than the table she added on ”Can i join you? I don’t want to be stuck sitting with some elder women who are gossiping about their neighbors or staring at me funnily." |
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Blushing slightly, Aoife reached for a napkin, then paused, thought better of it, and quickly hid her mouth behind a hand so the girl wouldn't actually see her lick her upper lip clean. Because, yes, like the girl said, it was that good tasting. Only then did Aoife use a napkin to dry her lip. She eyed the girl suspiciously. "Well, now, how do y'know I won' be gossipin' about my own neighbors?" Aoife dropped the charade and broke into a friendly smile, scooting over slightly as an inviting gesture. It's wasn't necessarily as there had been plenty of space. "I'm Aoife --if you were curious." |
patrick dooooooleeeeeeeyyyyy It was not unusual to see Evan Eastwood in Diagon Alley lately, despite the fact she lived in a whole other country, she'd found herself coming here more than twice a week since summer started. Yeah, they had places like this back home... but it wasn't the same. Diagon was far and above anything and everything they had back in the states. Not that the Ravenclaw was about to start shouting that out for anyone to hear. She had to keep the american dream alive. the long-limbed teen had popped over today to a) get away from her mom and her girlfriend, and b) to grab some butterbeer and people watch (maybe she should have invited Nova along.... ). Evan tapped her foot as she waited in line, her cut-off jeans and agromantula cropped shirt were too hot for an English summer, but she didn't really mind (her goose-pimpled skin begged to differ), it was worth it for the comfort the loose clothes supplied. Anyway, anyway. Patiently impatient, Evan waited for her turn. |
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He laughed a bit noticing that she was absolutely 100% not dressed for these English summer days. He had left the shorts and T-shirts with his grandparents in their sweltering heat of Kentucky. Here he had on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt knowing full and well he may need a sweatshirt at some point. Summer... ha. Deciding he’d see what she was up to he stood behind her. He didn’t say anything at first. Thinking he would be that odd friend who never said anything until you noticed them. But to his dismay, unless she turned all the way around she would never spot him. Guess now was as good as time as any to speak up, “I thought you’d be back in the states for the summer. But it’s good to see you.” he shoved his hands in his jean pockets a bit nervous since he hadn’t talked to her in forever. A small smile shining on his face. |
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he was glad to see her. Yeah, well. Who wouldn't be glad to see him? "Good to see you too." Evan breathed out, turning her back to the butterbeer cart and facing the broad-shouldered Kentuckian. "What're you up to?" No one (aside from her, apparently) came to Diagon without reason. |
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Anyway smiling friendily she said "Maybe you could gossip about your neighbours, but i doubt it will be to those old lady’s degree. The can get very um shall we say upset about small things." Accepting the invitation to sit down Ellie beamed as she took as seat next to the other girl. "It’s nice to meet you Aoife! Is Aiofe an irish name? I’m Eleanor, but i prefer to be called Ellie. Are you here to buy Hogwarts supplies too?" |
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