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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. Sadly, this lovely old witch passed away during the attack on Diagon Alley but her photograph sits proudly on display on the cart.
Early in the morning, the grandson of the old witch rolls out her cart and remains at the usual spot until the sun goes down. For just a Galleon, you can enjoy an all-you-can-drink mug of the finest Butterbeer in London. During the summer months, one can purchase a frozen Butterbeer; whereas in the frigid winter it can be bought warm. But drinks is not all that there is to offer -- for just a handful of Sickles, some Butterbeer-flavoured fudge, potted cream, or ice cream can be enjoyed.
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Slade had brought his twin sons to the butterbeer cart to begin with, knowing it would make the entire shopping trip a little easier. Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson were freshly-minted 11-year-olds who needed their school supplies, and were overeager about it. The entire family was also newly returned from the Maquis, the little encampment his father had found in his journeys before his working days, and they were just starting to settle in.
"I need two butterbeers!" Armand proclaimed loudly to the cart owner.
"One," Slade said. "You get one." Heaven help him, the boys would be the death of him.
"And I need a butterbeer too!" Damien followed up.
Two identical twin girls stood a little ways away from the butterbeer cart, holding their mother’s hands. The one on the right, Blakeney, looked around, and her eyes lit up as she spied the cart. “Mum, can we get a butterbeer?” she asked, already pulling on her mother’s hand.
As she joined the line, she noticed the two boys and their dad ahead of her. Ooh, were they twins too? “Hello,” she greeted them with a friendly smile. “Great day for a butterbeer, isn’t it?”
The twin on the mother’s left side, Sydney, was much less enthusiastic about butterbeer but followed her mother and sister nonetheless. Truth be told, Sydney would much rather have a book or a magical artifact than a butterbeer. Although she didn’t care about the treat itself, she was mildly interested in the location. She’d read that a butterbeer cart in Diagon Alley was attacked in the Third Wizarding War. Was this the spot where it happened?
Of course Blakeney would try to strike up a conversation with strangers! Sydney simply offered the man and two boys each a polite nod in greeting, preferring to quietly observe for now.
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Two identical twin girls stood a little ways away from the butterbeer cart, holding their mother’s hands. The one on the right, Blakeney, looked around, and her eyes lit up as she spied the cart. “Mum, can we get a butterbeer?” she asked, already pulling on her mother’s hand.
As she joined the line, she noticed the two boys and their dad ahead of her. Ooh, were they twins too? “Hello,” she greeted them with a friendly smile. “Great day for a butterbeer, isn’t it?”
The twin on the mother’s left side, Sydney, was much less enthusiastic about butterbeer but followed her mother and sister nonetheless. Truth be told, Sydney would much rather have a book or a magical artifact than a butterbeer. Although she didn’t care about the treat itself, she was mildly interested in the location. She’d read that a butterbeer cart in Diagon Alley was attacked in the Third Wizarding War. Was this the spot where it happened?
Of course Blakeney would try to strike up a conversation with strangers! Sydney simply offered the man and two boys each a polite nod in greeting, preferring to quietly observe for now.
Slade offered the mother and children a polite smile and paid for his sons' butterbeers. His ice blue eyes met hers, however, and exchanged a sense of knowing. Twins: Always a way to keep them busy.
Armand grinned to the girl who talked to them, holding up his butterbeer. "It's excellent! But dad's only letting me have one. The boy had unusually pale skin, but short black hair and deep navy blue eyes in contrast.
Damien, the boy with ice blue eyes like his father, that actually seemed to glimmer like ice, had slightly darker-toned skin but the same black hair. "Armand will try to sneak in another butterbeer by the end of the day, too." He took a drink of his butterbeer and pointed to the paler boy. "Armand," then pointing to himself, "Damien."
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Theia did have to admit she liked nice clothes just not as much as nice soft cute plushies. Sadly she was not a big fan of thrifting when the other option was buying in nice and new and not used. Like new was important in this case. Now in the case of the braclet it was cute even if the trunks were not on it so win win for her. The only thing that would make it better if she could get some cute animals on it.
Gelato did sound good right about now.
WHEN WILL THE EMBARASSMENT END. Now she was getting scooped up. Did mum want her face to stay permanently end for the rest of this trip. It seemed like it. Now she was getting a lecture over calling people weird. THIS IS TORTURE. If only she was not as dramatic as her father. She understood what her mum was getting at but still like if they smelled it made it a lot harder to be all of those things.
"But like what if they smell bad?"
How can she be kind and compassionate if they smelled bad? Not even magic could fix that completely right????
Additional charms were certainly something that could be added. Would add to the illusion that it was nothing more than just your regular ol' charms bracelet. Just like Gaia had nothing more than your regular average run of the mill key chain with several surf board charms and a couple of other beach essentials - like a bungalow.
And once they finished up here in the Alley they could find that cute little Italian run shop in London...or maybe just grab a portkey and get some along the Tiber and then back home to wash up and bed.
"...I'll add a few things to your trunk...candles and reed diffusers to start...there are a couple of other hacks as well...otherwise it will depend on how direct you want to be with them but there is a bit of a passive approach when you talk about how there is a strange aroma in the dorm and everyone ought to tidy up and wash everything to see if that solves everything...your father will likely suggest you approach the situation with humor," she explained, her features obviously turning all lovey dovey whenever she got to talking about Nigel. No, the embarrassment never ceased but at least, for her daughter's sake, there was no PDA to put up with presently. "Something to the effect that there is a rumor going around someone's kneazle has been dragging rodents into the dorm and hiding them so its starting to smell...ask if they are aware that there are magical rooms called showers just down the hall...I would not recommend that exactly, but sometimes being direct is the best policy, as long as you do so kindly." Mother Gaia paused and suddenly felt a certain heaviness in her chest, a proud heaviness but it was a lot to think about how for the first time since her first born was born that she would be leaving the nest and flying to new heights. A Ravenclaw like her father, perhaps? She hardly understood how the Hogwarts house system worked - all hogwash to her. Caught up in the moment, she wrapped her daughter in another tender hug. "I'll always be just an owl away if you need anything...and I truly mean anything."
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Lio certainly would have disagreed with being thought timid, but he could imagine how someone would view him as reserved. He didn't have a particularly loud personality; he considered himself more of a go-with-the-flow type of person. Take things as they come, and have a little fun along the way. That was his general motto, at least for the most part.
And this whole exchange was definitely fun so far.
"Why not both?" he replied.
He did turn to the cart as well though, and ordered two butterbeers from the man. Lio gave him the appropriate amount of coins, and in short time he received the drinks, one of which he held out for Sadie to take. "Shall we walk around and admire the scenery?" Or they could just grab a nearby bench and sit for awhile. He didn't mind either way.
To be entirely fair, she found a lot of people to be quite timid. It was kind of her default setting on people until they did something drastic to indicate otherwise - and of the sampling she had there was barely even a handful who had accomplished this.
"Multitasking," she mused while accepted the butterbeer and doing him one better by linking her arm around the one he had extended to offer her said butterbeer. Hey there, jogging buddy. "Next thing you'll tell me is that you can walk and chew gum at the same time.[/b]" Her giddy impressed tone was laced thickly with sarcasm, for the record. But before her feet otherwise moved in any which direction, she lifted her chilled butterbeer towards him for a toast. "To jogging buddies and nice views?"
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Slade offered the mother and children a polite smile and paid for his sons' butterbeers. His ice blue eyes met hers, however, and exchanged a sense of knowing. Twins: Always a way to keep them busy.
Armand grinned to the girl who talked to them, holding up his butterbeer. "It's excellent! But dad's only letting me have one. The boy had unusually pale skin, but short black hair and deep navy blue eyes in contrast.
Damien, the boy with ice blue eyes like his father, that actually seemed to glimmer like ice, had slightly darker-toned skin but the same black hair. "Armand will try to sneak in another butterbeer by the end of the day, too." He took a drink of his butterbeer and pointed to the paler boy. "Armand," then pointing to himself, "Damien."
Blakeney bounced up and down as she waited for her butterbeer. After what seemed like forever, her mum handed her a brimming cup of the golden beverage. Mmm, so good! She took a swig, wiping away the foam mustache it gave her on the sleeve of her jean jacket. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her mum exchanging a look with the boys’ dad. What was that about? Grown-ups were weird sometimes! Speaking of which...
“That sounds like our mum!” she replied to the paler boy (Armand). “She says too many butterbeers will spoil our dinner, but I don’t think that’s true. Do you?”
She giggled when the other boy (Damien) chimed in. “I don’t blame you! I’d sneak one too if I could.” But she’d need her sister’s help for that, the sister who was so different in personality but looked almost exactly like her. Both had blue eyes and blonde hair, but the styles were different. Blakeney’s hair was shorter and loose, while Sydney’s was longer and pulled back into a neat ponytail.
Armand and Damien. Blakeney committed the names to memory. “Nice to meet you. I’m Blakeney, and this is -” She started to introduce her sister, but Sydney spoke up first. Okay, that worked too!
While Blakeney was all smiles and giggles, Sydney’s expression remained perpetually stoic as she observed the interaction. Her attention never strayed, not even as she accepted the butterbeer her mother gave her. Peering over the rim as she sipped, she contemplated Blakeney’s words. She could probably succeed at sneaking a butterbeer if she cared to, but she didn’t. There were more interesting things in life!
A faint hint of a smile spread across her face as she heard the boys’ names. Armand… the name of a vampire in a book she’d read. Damien… the name of a character in a muggle horror movie. She wondered if the boys’ parents were horror fans like her. Mildly intrigued, she spoke up. “I’m Sydney. You have interesting names. Is there a special meaning behind them?” The question wasn’t directed at anyone in particular, whoever cared to answer it.
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Kai Reed may only be eight years old but he did know he loved butterbeer with all his little heart. “Butterbeer?” he asked quietly, first tugging on his mother’s elbow then his father’s. It was the perfect day for an ice cold mug of the treat. Besides, Kai wanted a rest from all the walking he and his parents had been doing so far. He gave both adults his most winning and charming smile so that they’d say ‘yes’ to his request in a heartbeat.
Oh, the blond wasn’t being manipulative.
He just really wanted butterbeer. In any case, momma and daddy spoiled him everyday. Especially momma. And Kai loved them both for it. More than that? He loved them more than he loved butterbeer, even if for some strange reason he resembled neither.
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Kai Reed may only be eight years old but he did know he loved butterbeer with all his little heart. “Butterbeer?” he asked quietly, first tugging on his mother’s elbow then his father’s. It was the perfect day for an ice cold mug of the treat. Besides, Kai wanted a rest from all the walking he and his parents had been doing so far. He gave both adults his most winning and charming smile so that they’d say ‘yes’ to his request in a heartbeat.
Oh, the blond wasn’t being manipulative.
He just really wanted butterbeer. In any case, momma and daddy spoiled him everyday. Especially momma. And Kai loved them both for it. More than that? He loved them more than he loved butterbeer, even if for some strange reason he resembled neither.
Walking behind his wife and son by just a step, River could already tell that their not-so-little one was getting tired. His little legs could only go so far, and maybe there was simply so much to do in Diagon Alley that Kai's energy was running just a tad low at this point. But no matter, River was ready to carry him if needed. The usual daddy duties he's been doing for Kai since he came into their lives. Sniff.
While his arms and back were ready to be engaged for a lift and a piggyback ride, River actually did not expect the stop at the Butterbeer cart. It momentarily slipped his mind that kids liked all things sugary and notoriously sweet. As a healer, he obviously made sure Kai (and Cami) ate healthy food on a daily. But maaaybe just for today, he would allow Kai a mug. He will have to pass though. Well, okay, maybe bug and share with the wife until she tells him to buy his own share.
"Hmm," River hummed low, trying his best to resist those eyes. He knew what this child was doing. He is guilty of spoiling this boy. "I believe you forgot the magic word. It starts with a 'P'?" he asked as he fixed Kai's golden hair with his massive hand.
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A day spent in Diagon Alley usually meant Kai getting tired at some point. This was a normal occurrence and Cami didn't mind it one bit. There was going to come a day when their little one wasn't going to need these breaks anymore, when he was going to be coming to DA all on his own. Those were times she wasn't going to be thinking about though, he was only but a little boy right now.
A small tug at her elbow and the gentle voice of her little boy had her smiling down at him instantly. Right away she was ready to say 'yes'. What harm could one mug of butterbeer do? Kai was a sweet boy and there was nothing at all wrong with spoiling him from time to time. Okay, maybe she spoiled him quite a bit but he was her baby.
"Uh-oh, I do think papa is right. How ever are we going to fix this, Kai?" Cami winked at Kai and gave him a playful little nudge.
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Walking behind his wife and son by just a step, River could already tell that their not-so-little one was getting tired. His little legs could only go so far, and maybe there was simply so much to do in Diagon Alley that Kai's energy was running just a tad low at this point. But no matter, River was ready to carry him if needed. The usual daddy duties he's been doing for Kai since he came into their lives. Sniff.
While his arms and back were ready to be engaged for a lift and a piggyback ride, River actually did not expect the stop at the Butterbeer cart. It momentarily slipped his mind that kids liked all things sugary and notoriously sweet. As a healer, he obviously made sure Kai (and Cami) ate healthy food on a daily. But maaaybe just for today, he would allow Kai a mug. He will have to pass though. Well, okay, maybe bug and share with the wife until she tells him to buy his own share.
"Hmm," River hummed low, trying his best to resist those eyes. He knew what this child was doing. He is guilty of spoiling this boy. "I believe you forgot the magic word. It starts with a 'P'?" he asked as he fixed Kai's golden hair with his massive hand.
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A day spent in Diagon Alley usually meant Kai getting tired at some point. This was a normal occurrence and Cami didn't mind it one bit. There was going to come a day when their little one wasn't going to need these breaks anymore, when he was going to be coming to DA all on his own. Those were times she wasn't going to be thinking about though, he was only but a little boy right now.
A small tug at her elbow and the gentle voice of her little boy had her smiling down at him instantly. Right away she was ready to say 'yes'. What harm could one mug of butterbeer do? Kai was a sweet boy and there was nothing at all wrong with spoiling him from time to time. Okay, maybe she spoiled him quite a bit but he was her baby.
"Uh-oh, I do think papa is right. How ever are we going to fix this, Kai?" Cami winked at Kai and gave him a playful little nudge.
Should Kai little legs decide to give out for the rest of the day, then River would no doubt be lifting him and carrying him around just like when Kai was a baby. Being lifted was yet another moment he loved having with his father. But what was that? A sniff? Kai zoned in solely on River. Was the adult okay? Hazel eyes studied River’s kindly face. Hmmm.
Kai suddenly giggled as River’s hand seemingly consumed his entire head. Honestly! His father was so silly! Couldn’t he see how messed up his blond locks were now? Though Kai certainly made no effort to remedy this. “What word could that be?” was the cheeky question. A cheeky grin accompanied the words.
“Um… would making cute faces help, momma?” The little boy gave his parents the most adorable Puss-In-Boots face that he could possibly muster. “Can we get butterbeer? Please?”
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
To be entirely fair, she found a lot of people to be quite timid. It was kind of her default setting on people until they did something drastic to indicate otherwise - and of the sampling she had there was barely even a handful who had accomplished this.
"Multitasking," she mused while accepted the butterbeer and doing him one better by linking her arm around the one he had extended to offer her said butterbeer. Hey there, jogging buddy. "Next thing you'll tell me is that you can walk and chew gum at the same time.[/b]" Her giddy impressed tone was laced thickly with sarcasm, for the record. But before her feet otherwise moved in any which direction, she lifted her chilled butterbeer towards him for a toast. "To jogging buddies and nice views?"
If he knew all this, he would be curious to know what sort of behavior she considered drastic. It immediately brought to mind the conduct of a stereotypical Gryffindor, for example, but surely it wouldn't be limited to that. Curious indeed.
Now with their arms linked, Lio chuckled. "Actually, now that you mention it, I have been practicing." He was both a professional Quidditch player and a pro at walking while chewing gum now. A very talented person he was, surely she knew.
"To jogging buddies and nice views." He lightly clinked his butterbeer with hers and took a quick drink, and then he led them down the street in the direction of Janus Galloglass.
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Long gone were the days when Theodore would come bustling down Diagon Alley, stocking up on chocolate frogs, stink bombs, etc… Today, he was browsing the butterbeer cart, a beverage he didn’t even like much, but he much would rather a drink to go today over sitting in the Leaky Cauldron or a cafe all by himself. Some would suggest trying to meet new people in an environment like that, but Theodore was not into that.
He was suddenly most inspired by the Butterbeer flavoured fudge that he spotted, and decided to completely forget about the drink to go and purchase some of that. After handing over his sickles, Theodore smiled finally as he felt his mood brightened.
Maybe no one would notice if he dropped into Zonkos after this. He had nothing better to do this afternoon, and he quite liked the idea of giving them some business during the school period.
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Long gone were the days when Theodore would come bustling down Diagon Alley, stocking up on chocolate frogs, stink bombs, etc… Today, he was browsing the butterbeer cart, a beverage he didn’t even like much, but he much would rather a drink to go today over sitting in the Leaky Cauldron or a cafe all by himself. Some would suggest trying to meet new people in an environment like that, but Theodore was not into that.
He was suddenly most inspired by the Butterbeer flavoured fudge that he spotted, and decided to completely forget about the drink to go and purchase some of that. After handing over his sickles, Theodore smiled finally as he felt his mood brightened.
Maybe no one would notice if he dropped into Zonkos after this. He had nothing better to do this afternoon, and he quite liked the idea of giving them some business during the school period.
It had been a very long time since a much older Terry Radley had stepped foot into Diagon Alley. In fact it had been so long that he couldn’t actually recall the date but it was probably somewhere in the last decade. The latest place the forty -five year old had been was on a Magical Beasts reserve in the plains of West Africa and yet the blonde man was still as pale as ever. Other than a few grey hairs sprinkled here and there in his beard and the slight evidence of crows feet gracing the outer corner of his eyes from years of hard work, his appearance was much unchanged from his graduation.
The man had returned back to the UK to visit his sister and nephew but was only planning on staying a couple of weeks max before travelling overseas to the next reserve. He’d made a mental note to swing by Diagon Alley at some point purely for nostalgias sake. It would also make sense for him to pick up supplies and experience a truly British Butterbeer once again. Instead of queuing up at the Leaky Cauldron, it was much easier to wait at the cart in the middle of the cobbled street.
There, waiting to purchase something of his own, was a familiar albeit older face. Now Terry didn’t have the best of memories but it was hard to miss a face that he had shared a dorm with for pretty much the entirety of his teenage years. “Theo!” the man called out with a huge grin on his face. It didn’t matter how old he got, Terry would still be that big smiling doofus.
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It had been a very long time since a much older Terry Radley had stepped foot into Diagon Alley. In fact it had been so long that he couldn’t actually recall the date but it was probably somewhere in the last decade. The latest place the forty -five year old had been was on a Magical Beasts reserve in the plains of West Africa and yet the blonde man was still as pale as ever. Other than a few grey hairs sprinkled here and there in his beard and the slight evidence of crows feet gracing the outer corner of his eyes from years of hard work, his appearance was much unchanged from his graduation.
The man had returned back to the UK to visit his sister and nephew but was only planning on staying a couple of weeks max before travelling overseas to the next reserve. He’d made a mental note to swing by Diagon Alley at some point purely for nostalgias sake. It would also make sense for him to pick up supplies and experience a truly British Butterbeer once again. Instead of queuing up at the Leaky Cauldron, it was much easier to wait at the cart in the middle of the cobbled street.
There, waiting to purchase something of his own, was a familiar albeit older face. Now Terry didn’t have the best of memories but it was hard to miss a face that he had shared a dorm with for pretty much the entirety of his teenage years. “Theo!” the man called out with a huge grin on his face. It didn’t matter how old he got, Terry would still be that big smiling doofus.
Theo wasted no time at all when it came to unpacking the fudges and popping one into his mouth. The texture - perfection, the right amount of fudgeness… but then the butterbeer taste was coming through strong, and he suddenly felt very displeased with his purchase. He closed the little box and chucked it lazily into his rucksack, unaware that he had tipped the box upside down. That would be a really annoying realisation later. If only he had the confidence to throw them in the rubbish bin that was in his plain sight.
Hearing his name being called was a surprise, immediately he had a brain moment where he went over his schedule and figured out whether he was unknowingly skipping work or not and this was a colleague catching him out. Nope, today was Tuesday and he was a free man. So who could it be? Theodore didn’t have any friends.
He squinted at the man who looked similar to his own age… actually likely much older as he got a better look… but he seemed to have no recollection of who it was. “Eerrrrr… hey there.” Forgive Theo, he was going senile in his old age. #dramatic
Theodore smiled politely, but his face still read nothing but discomfort.
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If Theo didn’t want that fudge Terry was more than happy to take it off his hands. A sweet tooth he did have and a craving for anything sugary. It was a wonder that he had managed to stay somewhat trim but it was probably more down to the work and effort he put in rather than a healthy diet.
Terry might’ve BEEN older but that didn’t mean he LOOKED older. It was a good job that he wasn’t a legilimens or he might’ve been offended at Theo’s assumption. Even more offended than he was over the fact that Theo clearly had no idea who he was.
The former Slytherin screwed up his nose a bit before interjecting with his name. “Terry. Terry Radley.” Y’know, the guy you spent several years sleeping in the same dorm as? Yes he wasn’t loud and popular and a member of a famous band like some of them were but was he reeeeally that forgettable? “We were dormmates at Hogwarts” he blinked figuring that just an explanation of his name wouldn’t be enough to stir up his clearly awful memory. He could’ve also added that he was the messy one who left his socks around the room or that he had the bed to the left of Jozsua or that he was the guy that would usually be found out with the magical creatures but he assumed that would be unnecessary information regardless.
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If Theo didn’t want that fudge Terry was more than happy to take it off his hands. A sweet tooth he did have and a craving for anything sugary. It was a wonder that he had managed to stay somewhat trim but it was probably more down to the work and effort he put in rather than a healthy diet.
Terry might’ve BEEN older but that didn’t mean he LOOKED older. It was a good job that he wasn’t a legilimens or he might’ve been offended at Theo’s assumption. Even more offended than he was over the fact that Theo clearly had no idea who he was.
The former Slytherin screwed up his nose a bit before interjecting with his name. “Terry. Terry Radley.” Y’know, the guy you spent several years sleeping in the same dorm as? Yes he wasn’t loud and popular and a member of a famous band like some of them were but was he reeeeally that forgettable? “We were dormmates at Hogwarts” he blinked figuring that just an explanation of his name wouldn’t be enough to stir up his clearly awful memory. He could’ve also added that he was the messy one who left his socks around the room or that he had the bed to the left of Jozsua or that he was the guy that would usually be found out with the magical creatures but he assumed that would be unnecessary information regardless.
If Terry decided to ever hint at taking Theodore’s fudge, he would be extremely disappointed. He had spent his hard earned sickles on those, despite their flaws, and he wasn’t one for sharing. He’d probably give them to his sister as butterbeer flavour might not be the best choice for his young nieces to share.
Of course Terry wasn’t that forgettable, but in all fairness it had been almost 30 years since he had seen him. That thought was enough to make anyone shudder. Theodore hadn’t noticed his ex dormmates clear frustration at not being remembered, but he would be pleased to know that a simple memory jog of his name brought it all back. His eyes widened and he smiled a little. “Ah! Terry Radley, of course… you look different, mate, but also the same.” Did that make sense? He meant that as a compliment, of course. Theo stuck out his hand to offer a shake. It was to be a bro!shake rather than a formal one.
“Sorry for not realising it was you.” Really, he was. “My vision isn’t what it was.” It was better to blame his vision over his memory, in his opinion.
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Terry wasn’t sure he really did look that different other than a considerable amount more of facial hair (which had THRILLED him considering his poor attempts in his teenage years) and slightly deeper lines from the hard work he had endured. Theo might have been pleased to know that Terry was also no where near as messy as he used to be except for the occasional sock in the wrong location. “Well we are at least twenty years older than before, mate. As much as I’d love to still look eighteen I haven’t located the fountain of eternal youth on my travels yet.” He chuckled extending his hand out for that handshake but instead pulling him in for a quick ‘bro’ hug with a firm pat on the back.
It wasn’t just his eyesight that wasn’t what it used to be, it was clearly his memory too. They were only forty-five, not eighty although sometimes his bones did creak a little when he bent down just to remind him that he wasn’t that spritely youth anymore.
Not that he ever was really.
Terry wasn’t a Quidditch player like some of the others and his idea of exercise was walking to and from lessons rather than partaking in any sport. That wasn’t to say he was unfit, in fact the years of working abroad had been oddly kind to his figure. “That’s alright, we can’t all have perfect vision” he smirked a little.
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Terry wasn’t sure he really did look that different other than a considerable amount more of facial hair (which had THRILLED him considering his poor attempts in his teenage years) and slightly deeper lines from the hard work he had endured. Theo might have been pleased to know that Terry was also no where near as messy as he used to be except for the occasional sock in the wrong location. “Well we are at least twenty years older than before, mate. As much as I’d love to still look eighteen I haven’t located the fountain of eternal youth on my travels yet.” He chuckled extending his hand out for that handshake but instead pulling him in for a quick ‘bro’ hug with a firm pat on the back.
It wasn’t just his eyesight that wasn’t what it used to be, it was clearly his memory too. They were only forty-five, not eighty although sometimes his bones did creak a little when he bent down just to remind him that he wasn’t that spritely youth anymore.
Not that he ever was really.
Terry wasn’t a Quidditch player like some of the others and his idea of exercise was walking to and from lessons rather than partaking in any sport. That wasn’t to say he was unfit, in fact the years of working abroad had been oddly kind to his figure. “That’s alright, we can’t all have perfect vision” he smirked a little.
Theodore accepted the bro!hug…truly…he didn’t mind it today as he was feeling quite chipper, and he matched the back thump because that was manly. He snorted at Terry discussing their old age, “Speak for yourself, pal. I don’t think I look a day older than 27.” Although he was a little rugged lately…as in, a messy beard and longer hair than usual. He saw it as a vibe, personally, but it seemed to do him no favours with the ladies as he had been single for a WHILE.
If he knew that Terry had compared his memory and sight to an eighty year old, Theodore would have been furious. Truthfully he was just very unobservant.
“Whatever, man.” He chuckled, then gestures to the butterbeer cart. “Want one? On me? We can catch up, if you want.” He guessed he would partake in butterbeer drinking peer pressure since he didn’t often bump into such blasts from the past.
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Terry had never been one to shy away from physical affection so the fact that Theo gladly accepted the contact was met with a big grin on his face.
Theo’s comment about not looking older than twenty-seven was met with a slight quirk of the eyebrow. “There’s nothing wrong with growing old gracefully” he smirked. Even if they didn’t mentally feel their age it was evident that their bodies probably did. Or at least Terry’s did when he found himself juggling a long trek up a volcano to study a fire-salamander whilst his bones creaked with every step.
Terry wasn’t going to say no to a free Butterbeer. To be honest Terry wouldn’t say no to anything if it was free. “Yeah I’d love one, cheers!” After so many years abroad he had almost forgotten what it was like to socialise with humans rather than a Demiguise or an Erumpent or whatever magical creature it was he was working with at the time who would stare at him in a confused sort of manner whenever he tried to strike up a conversation. Sadly Terry, despite wishing he was a magical Dr Doolittle, couldn’t actually talk to animals. “I’d love to catch up, you have no idea how much I’ve missed being around friends” he chuckled.
“So what is it that you’re up to these days? I’m guessing Quidditch is long behind you?” The former Slytherin had never been interested in sports and therefore couldn’t actually name a single current player let alone recall whether his old pals had subsequently retired from their teams.
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Theodore was technically just joking about not looking a day over 27, but he was low-key offended by Terry mentioning growing old gracefully. Let’s just not talk about being old, maybe? While his memory had faltered a little, physically he still felt pretty great. Despite his ventures in rock bottom during his adult years, he often didn’t let his strength and fitness take a back seat. “It’s only been…” quick math, “… 30 years since we graduated.” Give or take a few years. Maths wasn’t his strong point. He sighed heavily, “Jeez, it really has been that long, hasn’t it?” Sad.
He was pleased that his offer of a butterbeer catch up was accepted. Sometimes he got social stuff like that all wrong, for example, not offering guests to his house a drink when they visited. “Awesome.” Theodore handed one over after paying for two. “You see much of everyone from school?” He was genuinely curious about this one.
“Quidditch is long behind me.” He half heartedly smiled, thinking quickly back on those good times. Retiring at such an early age was common in such sports. “Well- not entirely… I work at the ministry now.” Snore, boring. “Pitch administration.” Nothing much to tell there, “how about you?”
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Who said that Terry was talking about Theo when he said about growing old gracefully. Not that he thought he looked particularly old himself. “Twenty-Seven years but yeah, a really long time. Feels like just yesterday..” That was sarcasm, it had been a loooooong couple of decades. The offer of the Butterbeer was accepted with a grateful nod and a ‘thanks’.
To start with Terry had made the effort to keep up with his peers, especially those in the limelight and therefore the ability to maintain some knowledge on their lives was a lot easier. As he moved abroad he found himself unable to maintain those friendships and the truth be told he hadn’t actually communicated with any of them in years. “Sadly not. I caught up with our dormmate Jozsua in Hungary when I was working over there and we traveled for a few months together spontaneously but other than that I haven’t seen anyone else in years.” He did feel a little guilty about it but then no one else had made the effort with him so he didn’t feel too bad about it.
He figured that the retirement age for Quidditch would be a lot younger than in general. “Still trying to stay relevant in the Quidditch world?” he teased. He couldn’t blame him though. “I work for a conservation society, we travel around the world creating reserves and protecting magical beasts.” It was a little more complicated than that but he thought he’d spare Theo the unnecessary details.
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Nobody said he was talking about Theo, but in Theo world, everything was about Theo. Although not quite as much as it was when he was young, of course, he had grown up a little. He nodded as Terry corrected the length of years that had passed. “Good old times, huh?” He offered a clink of the butterbeers before taking a sip, making a face as he did so. Funny taste, butterbeer.
‘Sadly’ wasn’t a word he’d use for everyone he hadn’t seen from their past. In fact, some he hadn’t even seen at all since graduating and those certainly weren’t friends to be kept. He remembered Jozsua but never had much to do with him during school anyway. “Sounds fun. I haven’t seen many people from the past in the last few years.” Theodore shrugged. He moved on to the thought of his lack of travel. “I need to get out around the world a bit, I think.” There wasn’t much for him around here, apart from his nieces.
Heh… low-key rude, but Theodore didn’t read too much into it. “Ha… yeah, I guess so.” He paused, “in all honesty, I’m rethinking my career at the ministry.” For the exact reason that he felt it was time to kiss Quidditch goodbye. Theo’s eyes widened as Terry explained what he did, “Oh, wow… that sounds pretty awesome, mate, do you enjoy it?” He took another swig of the butterbeer, making the same sour face as before.
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Ezra had been given some freedom and time to himself. His mother had brought him to Diagon Alley today and allowed him one hour to do as he wished, before he was to meet her back at the fountain.
The sun was beating down on the cramped streets of Diagon Alley. You'd be surprised how hot a Summers day in London could get – and today was uncomfortable. He could never understand how the muggle population coped with travelling on those ugly, dirty, jam-packed trains deep underground in this sort of weather. He had read about such things in one of his Uncle Nathan's collection of novelty books. The muggle world was strange and alien to Ezra, but fascinating nonetheless.
The twelve year old's attention was drawn to the bright red cart and it's sign stating bottomless butterbeer. FROZEN butterbeer too. Just what the little lad needed on a hot day like this. He ordered himself a drink, handing over a galleon with a big smile and a polite 'thank you', and looked around for somewhere to sit with his cold and refreshing drink.
As much as she truly loved being at home on the reserve, it was hard for Alouette to have not felt so utterly bored there without the companionship of other students her age. Don't get her wrong, the company of her siblings was invaluable to the eldest Wild child, but it had been so nice to get to know others and start forming friendships and flirtationships that an entire summer without any of that as well had sounded torturous.
Which was why she was taking full advantage of that recently acquired apparation license in order to do so. Most days were spent in the Alley, with either leisure shopping, school shopping or just... existing.
Today was an existing day. Knowing she didn't have any firm plans, she'd donned a sky blue dress with bright yellow sunflowers patterned all over and threw a thin white cardigan over that. Not because the day was chilly, as it was the middle of summer, but rather just to protect her skin from any of the suns rays through overcast clouds. It had taken her a moment to figure out what she actually wanted to do with her time, but eventually she settled on a cold butterbeer to take somewhere to people watch and sip. With any luck, she'd spot a semi familiar face or make a new acquaintance.
Or she'd just get to witness some drama, which would be an acceptable past time as well.
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Maria was here alone for two hours. She had gotten away from her dad's and little brother to have some time for herself before meeting up with them again at F&B. They had to buy her NEWT year supplies.
The sun was really blazing today, and Maria was feeling uncomfortable in the heat. She needed something cold, and to get out of the busy Diagon Alley street. It felt like every witch, and wizard in Hogwarts age was here on the same day as her since it was so crowded with people. When Maria had been shoved in the side by a an old lady with a birds hat she made her way over to the shiny red cart that promised frozen butterbeers..
Stopping to await her turn the 17 year old and dark haired badgerette considered her options..Should she get some ice cream or fudge too?
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Exposure. That was the name of the game this summer and weaseling her way into sitting in on one of mum's WWN broadcast meetings had given her infallible insight to the industry. Her quidditch announcing game was STRONG this summer too with her managing to book herself for a majority of the U-17 matches (as a co-host along with some other professional or another BUT it was very important that they have younger perspective so things did not get too dusty) and she had even been given the opportunity to plug her podcast during the last match THANKS to her co-host actually taking the note to ask some personal questions about herself.
Also an OBVIOUS shoutout to podcast regular and bestie, Amatheia because DUH.
Yes, Diamond was ranked...well...numbers didn't REALLY matter in the tween market anyway...and on her way UP.
Which was why she was hitting the streets of Diagon Alley today to slap a few more of her trademark stickers around, DUH! And everyone was always keen for a cold glass of butterbeer come summertime sooooooooo the back and side of the butterbeer cart were bedazzled. Swinging around the front of the cart, the Gryffindor eyed the framed photo of some old witch and decided that back when she was not all old and wrinkly the woman would have obviously been a listener and subscriber TOO so Diamond slapped a sticker over her hideous knitted sweater. A vast improvement to her look, seriously.
And while she was here...maybe she would get herself a butterbeer too...surely SOMEONE had dropped some coins around here to she could make up the difference with what little allowance she had left after hitting up Madam Primpernelle's earlier.
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Maria was here alone for two hours. She had gotten away from her dad's and little brother to have some time for herself before meeting up with them again at F&B. They had to buy her NEWT year supplies.
The sun was really blazing today, and Maria was feeling uncomfortable in the heat. She needed something cold, and to get out of the busy Diagon Alley street. It felt like every witch, and wizard in Hogwarts age was here on the same day as her since it was so crowded with people. When Maria had been shoved in the side by a an old lady with a birds hat she made her way over to the shiny red cart that promised frozen butterbeers..
Stopping to await her turn the 17 year old and dark haired badgerette considered her options..Should she get some ice cream or fudge too?
It sure was a hot summer, Kion could do with a cool drink or treat or maybe both. His parents were off shopping on their own while he walked around, eventually spotting the cart with a serious queue. Suddenly a cold butterbeer
could wait... or maybe not.
Kion walked over to his recognisable girlfriend, "Hey Maria," He smiled at her before planting a quick kiss on her cheek. "It sure is hot, isn't it?" Adding a light convo before asking, "How are you?" He could do with a nice cool drink.
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