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Located on the South side of Diagon Alley in London, past a number of other shops you notice a quaint building. It is a café in this fairly busy part of section. What makes this different from the other shops? Their logo for one, resembling a wispy stag that moves every now and then in the window, illuminating from a quite distance in the evenings. One can't help but chance a glance as they pass by.
Approaching the café you get a large sense of security as a warm haze falls over you upon entry. There were tables outside the place, where diners could have their meals and chat among themselves as well as indoors. Heading on the inside you are greeted with the sight of many Patronuses floating throughout the walls behind the other stag logos of the café. The flooring a pleasant velvet red, further emphasizing the pleasant warmth one would experience whether for a quick stop or a romantic scenery.
Floating around you see the wispy forms moving around the walls featuring creatures such as phoenixes, zebras, otters, horses and many other magical creatures. Perhaps your own will join the walls if you stay long enough? The tables are compact and decorated with candles that automatically light up keeping the darkness at bay. Along with additional small booths near the back for more privacy. The Menu illuminates right behind the counter as you approach to order. As soon as you sit, you can't help but feel as if you're right at home.
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Breakium Emendo *items served all day
- Apple & Berry Bircher Muesli - 11 Sickles
- Cheese / Chocolate Twist - 12 Sickles
- Croissant - 13 Sickles
- Fruit Salad - 14 Sickles
- Porridge - 12 Sickles
- Yoghurt - 13 Sickles, 10 Knuts
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"For sure!" Quinn was getting excited. A little reunion! Did Hogwarts already have reunions? Quinn wasn't quite sure, but it would be nice to have one of their own. "You probably know how to contact more people than I do, so I'll let you handle the details. But let me know!"
Quinn smiled. "That's very sweet, I'm really happy for you guys! I'm glad you found your person." Quinn hoped that they would too, soon. Not much chance to have a serious relationship while you're bouncing around all over the place. Hopefully now that they're back in one place, preferably for a while, they'd have the chance to have something serious. "I get what you mean about knowing the area—it's good to be back in England. After being gone so long, I'm really feeling the comforts of home." They knew they wanted to stay around here, too.
"Fantastic!' Lia beamed at Quinn brightly. This was going to be so much fun. Now that, she didn't believe Hogwarts did but it was fine. She had no trouble in contacting as many of their old school friends as she could and organizing something. It may take a little time but when she put her mind to something, it always happened in the end. "You can bet that I'll do my best and as soon as some details are settled I'll for sure let you know." They could even plan it together if Quinn was up for it.
"Thank you. It's crazy how my person was always there since day one." Tad and her had become fast friends waaaaay back in primary. Perhaps Quinn would meet someone new or even rekindle an old friendship and feelings would grow! One could truly never know how things would turn out until it happens. All that really mattered was here and now and their own happiness. Everything else would come along when it was meant to. "This is all I really know. Sure I love to travel and see and experience new things but being home is what I love most." The fact that her friend understood what she meant was good enough for her.
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Gaston sat at a booth in the back of the shop, sipping a cappuccino. His cane rested against the back of his chair, and a panini sat on the plate in front of him. He wasn’t particularly hungry right now, but he knew Desiree would worry about him if he didn’t eat something. He checked his watch. It was past time for Desiree’s shift at Madam Malkin’s to end; she should be along at any moment.
His bright blue eyes darted toward the shop window in search of his fashion-obsessed daughter. Knowing her she probably got caught up helping a last-minute customer or some random passerby on the street. He smiled to himself. Like father, like daughter, he thought.
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Gaston sat at a booth in the back of the shop, sipping a cappuccino. His cane rested against the back of his chair, and a panini sat on the plate in front of him. He wasn’t particularly hungry right now, but he knew Desiree would worry about him if he didn’t eat something. He checked his watch. It was past time for Desiree’s shift at Madam Malkin’s to end; she should be along at any moment.
His bright blue eyes darted toward the shop window in search of his fashion-obsessed daughter. Knowing her she probably got caught up helping a last-minute customer or some random passerby on the street. He smiled to himself. Like father, like daughter, he thought.
Vi had the day off from work. Her husband, Ace, was busy at work which meant that she had their little one, Natalia, with her. After stopping by Madam Malkin's to pick up some necessary items to send to their eldest at Hogwarts (and, of course to check in on a one Desiree Marchand), she decided to head to Espresso Patronum for a quick coffee break. Mama Salander needed a good cappuccino to keep her going-- she was almost forty now (she was thirty eight) but having a seven year old was a lot of work. Natalia was a good child but she had Ace's energy.
After ordering her coffee and a hot chocolate for her little girl, she spotted a familiar face. An old one but one that she adored like a father. Of course, she had stayed in touch with him after graduation and had invited him to her wedding. While her own Father walked her down the aisle and all, she had asked her former Head of House to join Ace and her for several photos. He meant a lot to both of them - especially her when she had first come to Beauxbatons and Hogwarts. How kind had fate been to her when she arrived at Hogwarts to find a dear, familiar, kind face.
Turning to the staff, she told them to bring the drinks over to where the gentleman was seated.
"Bonjour Monsieur Marchand. Is this seat open in the booth? Mind if we join?" she asked with Natalia holding her hand.
Jeremy entered the cafe, he was holding his briefcase. He walked to front counter then looked at the menu. He was looking at the menu. He thought to himself " A Mocha sounds delicious and probably something to eat as well. He ordered and took a seat at table waiting for his drink and food.
Jeremy thought to himself he should have brought a a umbrella since it was pouring rain outside.He opened his briefcase as he gathered his paperwok from it. He was working on research of potions which was he strongest subject at Hogwarts. His ordered came to the table and he blew on the hot coffee then took a sip.
Jeremy entered the cafe, he was holding his briefcase. He walked to front counter then looked at the menu. He was looking at the menu. He thought to himself " A Mocha sounds delicious and probably something to eat as well. He ordered and took a seat at table waiting for his drink and food.
Jeremy thought to himself he should have brought a a umbrella since it was pouring rain outside.He opened his briefcase as he gathered his paperwok from it. He was working on research of potions which was he strongest subject at Hogwarts. His ordered came to the table and he blew on the hot coffee then took a sip.
Vincent had told her about the rain, but Ash clearly hadn't been paying attention. Perhaps she had been busy with art or writing when her boyfriend had mentioned it, or maybe she had misplaced the time he said it would rain, or maybe she hadn't realized that it would rain quite so hard... hmmm. Well, she had made a mistake at some point, and it was quite obvious as she entered the cafe with both her hair and her clothes absolutely and utterly soaking wet.
Ashley seemed unbothered by this development- and, as she wandlessly dried everything, it was evident that rain really wasn't a problem for her. She simply checked to make sure her art notebook and her paints were fine, and... yes. Good. Ash's soul was really in her art, and as long as her art was fine, she considered herself to be fine too. Espresso Patronum seemed like a nice place to wait out the storm, so she ordered herself a yogurt and a hot chocolate and magically floated them over to the only empty table in sight. "Excuse me, sir? Mind if I sit here? There's no other empty chairs." She swore with her whole heart that not one drop of water would get on his paperwork, and it would be like if she wasn't there at all. Just... your typical stranger, dressed head to toe in purple, grey, and blue clothes that were obviously color-coordinated with their tattoos.
Vincent had told her about the rain, but Ash clearly hadn't been paying attention. Perhaps she had been busy with art or writing when her boyfriend had mentioned it, or maybe she had misplaced the time he said it would rain, or maybe she hadn't realized that it would rain quite so hard... hmmm. Well, she had made a mistake at some point, and it was quite obvious as she entered the cafe with both her hair and her clothes absolutely and utterly soaking wet.
Ashley seemed unbothered by this development- and, as she wandlessly dried everything, it was evident that rain really wasn't a problem for her. She simply checked to make sure her art notebook and her paints were fine, and... yes. Good. Ash's soul was really in her art, and as long as her art was fine, she considered herself to be fine too. Espresso Patronum seemed like a nice place to wait out the storm, so she ordered herself a yogurt and a hot chocolate and magically floated them over to the only empty table in sight. "Excuse me, sir? Mind if I sit here? There's no other empty chairs." She swore with her whole heart that not one drop of water would get on his paperwork, and it would be like if she wasn't there at all. Just... your typical stranger, dressed head to toe in purple, grey, and blue clothes that were obviously color-coordinated with their tattoos.
Jeremy looked up for his paperwork sitting on the table. " Uh, absolutely I don't mind." He said lifting the excess paperwork from the other side of the table. " I'm sorry about the mess." He said politely as he moved his briefcase to the floor. After doing so he took the coffee mug and placed it closer to him.
"I'm Jeremy, its nice to meet you" He said in his Irish accent.
Jeremy looked up for his paperwork sitting on the table. " Uh, absolutely I don't mind." He said lifting the excess paperwork from the other side of the table. " I'm sorry about the mess." He said politely as he moved his briefcase to the floor. After doing so he took the coffee mug and placed it closer to him.
"I'm Jeremy, its nice to meet you" He said in his Irish accent.
"Wonderful," Ash replied with her usual bright smile as she set her art supplies down on the table and levitated over her food. As she magically pulled out a chair for herself and sat down, she couldn't help but be curious about the large amount of papers he was looking at. As a very messy person, she didn't fault him for having them all sprawled everywhere like that, but she was naturally curious about what they were. "I'm Ashley. Ashley Fox. It's a pleasure to meet you too." It was a little odd to be giving out her whole name as though they knew each other from somewhere, but then again, Ash was already a well-known author and painter and she was hardly a forgettable face. Besides, she was proud of her name.
"Cool briefcase." Ash's eyes flicked from the bag to the papers with genuine interest. "What are you working on?" She assumed it wasn't a secret if he was working in public, but it was fine if he didn't want to tell her. Obviously, she was going to be painting soon (after she finished her yogurt)- that didn't need to be said, although she would probably tell him about it if he sat there long enough.
"Wonderful," Ash replied with her usual bright smile as she set her art supplies down on the table and levitated over her food. As she magically pulled out a chair for herself and sat down, she couldn't help but be curious about the large amount of papers he was looking at. As a very messy person, she didn't fault him for having them all sprawled everywhere like that, but she was naturally curious about what they were. "I'm Ashley. Ashley Fox. It's a pleasure to meet you too." It was a little odd to be giving out her whole name as though they knew each other from somewhere, but then again, Ash was already a well-known author and painter and she was hardly a forgettable face. Besides, she was proud of her name.
"Cool briefcase." Ash's eyes flicked from the bag to the papers with genuine interest. "What are you working on?" She assumed it wasn't a secret if he was working in public, but it was fine if he didn't want to tell her. Obviously, she was going to be painting soon (after she finished her yogurt)- that didn't need to be said, although she would probably tell him about it if he sat there long enough.
Jeremy smiled, "I am working on new healing potions” he took a sip of coffee after his response. Then He ate his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He chewed softly and swallowed his food. '' It's the ones for uncurable curses, That's basically my research i've been studying this since I was out of school.
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Vi had the day off from work. Her husband, Ace, was busy at work which meant that she had their little one, Natalia, with her. After stopping by Madam Malkin's to pick up some necessary items to send to their eldest at Hogwarts (and, of course to check in on a one Desiree Marchand), she decided to head to Espresso Patronum for a quick coffee break. Mama Salander needed a good cappuccino to keep her going-- she was almost forty now (she was thirty eight) but having a seven year old was a lot of work. Natalia was a good child but she had Ace's energy.
After ordering her coffee and a hot chocolate for her little girl, she spotted a familiar face. An old one but one that she adored like a father. Of course, she had stayed in touch with him after graduation and had invited him to her wedding. While her own Father walked her down the aisle and all, she had asked her former Head of House to join Ace and her for several photos. He meant a lot to both of them - especially her when she had first come to Beauxbatons and Hogwarts. How kind had fate been to her when she arrived at Hogwarts to find a dear, familiar, kind face.
Turning to the staff, she told them to bring the drinks over to where the gentleman was seated.
"Bonjour Monsieur Marchand. Is this seat open in the booth? Mind if we join?" she asked with Natalia holding her hand.
Gaston sat silent, contentedly watching the people pass by on the street. His blue eyes darted toward the door as he heard it open. He smiled, instantly recognizing the familiar face of a former student who he cared for as if she were one of his own children. Granted, he cared for all of his students as if they were his own, but this one was extra special.
His smile brightened as the mother and daughter approached his table. “Mais oui, Madame Salander,” he replied, gesturing toward the seats across from him. To the little girl, he gave a friendly wave. “We should have my daughter joining us soon. She’s already in her third year of university, if you can believe it.”
Merlin, where had the years gone?! It seemed like only yesterday that Vi was in his classes and Desiree was only a baby. The thought was enough to make one sentimental.
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The stag in the window flickered again, a slow and ghostly ripple of antlered grace, but Cox barely spared it a glance.
He was already seated at one of the compact indoor tables toward the rear—halfway between privacy and public consequence—with a cortado cooling beside a mostly untouched Veggie Fidelius Flatbread. The café’s warmth lapped around him, but it couldn't quite reach the sharp press of disappointment in his jaw. Bloody hell, if Master Naser saw him now. The former Ravenclaw could practically hear the echoes of every insult Master Naser once hurled at traditional academia—silver-tongued rebukes about becoming the very sort of twat who made a living regurgitating questions from books the man had always loathed. In fairness though, Cox rarely wore a suit and tie unless the occasion absolutely demanded it. He clung to his flannel shirts and worn-in jeans with the same stubbornness he once reserved for arguing with his old man.
Parchment was spread before him in careful layers—essays and rune charts and diagrams etched with too much enthusiasm and not nearly enough comprehension―had any of them been paying any attention the past couple of weeks? A stack of short-answer evaluations from "Foundational Intersections in Alchemic Script: Rune Theory, Sequence, and Stabilization" sat loosely gathered under his elbow, the margins of nearly every scroll bearing terse looping notes in his neat but unyielding script. 'You cannot substitute Gebo with Raidho simply because they share symmetry.' 'This array would explode. Literally.' 'Please, for the sake of magical structural integrity, read the syllabus.' He sighed, pushing a hand through his hair—messing up an already roguish mop—and flexed the fingers that bore his alchemic tattoos while the runes along his forearm pulsed softly beneath his sleeve. He had the reputation for being strict and with insatiable standards, but he truly hadn’t graded this poorly in years. Perhaps ever. This latest crop of university students were behaving like grindylows in a dry basin.
Still, Espresso Patronum made things tolerable at least. Better than bringing his grading back home where tensions were high and at least more comfortable than in the cold hum of his office. He took a sip of the cortado at last. Bitter. Exactly as expected and not at all disappointing. The same could not be said for the current parchment under his scrutiny, where Kenaz had been placed in reverse—for a bindrune allegedly meant to promote mental clarity and focus. The addition of three or four other runes, clumsily crammed in without reason or balance, only compounded the chaos. The result wasn’t just ineffective; it was a bumfuzzled mess of intentionless magic. Embarrassing, truly.
"Please review the fundamental principle that intention must guide structure—you do not cram every vaguely related rune into one space and hope it cooperates. This is not divinatory soup," he muttered, the scratch of his quill quick and decisive as he scrawled the note across the bottom of the parchment. Once finished, he exhaled through his nose, a sharp puff of quiet disappointment, and set the tragic attempt aside before reaching for the next disaster parchment in the stack and accidentally knocking over his bag nestled by his feet―causing a couple rolled bits of parchment and bag of stones etched with symbols from Medu Netjer to tumble across the floor.
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Opal's heels clicked with an unhurried precision against the floor of Espresso Patronum. London had not changed nearly as much as she had hoped it would, which made her have doubts about expanding her business here. Everything was the same: the narrow streets, the lingering fog in the air, and the familiar ache of a city that had once promised her freedom.
Except here, in this particular café, nostalgia swirled with every breath of roasted beans and the ever-present shimmer of magical wards on the walls. She allowed herself a moment, a heartbeat suspended in time, where she almost tasted the thrill of her Hogwarts and university years. But just as swiftly, she shook it off, tilting her chin a fraction higher.
Soon a tiny cup of dark, steaming bitterness was set before her. She took one sip. Disappointment pooled across her tongue like ink blotted on parchment. The last six years in Paris had spoiled her.
Her gaze drifted across the interior of the café, shifting from one patron to another. It was the man writing away in the back and the scattering of stones, each etched with symbols she would have recognised years ago, that managed to capture her attention. "Careful," she called, stepping forward with the grace. She then reached out, not to gather any of the stones but to pluck one of the parchments with two fingers. "One might think the universe is already conspiring against you."
She held out the parchment long enough to read the title before her gaze returned to him. "Or perhaps it is only giving you a chance to impress a stranger. Tell me—is it more of a tragedy or a comedy you were scribbling away at?"
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Cox didn’t look up right away... rather his hand hovered half an inch above the next parchment as though her voice had disturbed his focus in such a way that it altered the very gravity in the room and he needed a recalibration. Her voice registered before her presence did but more importantly he then he noticed a couple of his stones in a disarray on the ground near his feet, a small traitorous chorus of clinks against the café floor.
He exhaled, slow and sharp, and set his quill down to collect them when her noticed his intruder had plucked one of the parchments, half-marked and name mostly legible, from his table. His brow twitched in a precise fracture of displeasure. "That’s a student’s," he said evenly, reaching to retrieve it from her fingers with the grace of someone who cared not if they caused a papercut. “Not for critique. Or spectacle.”
He stooped, grudgingly and muttering a few choice words to himself, to gather stones near his boots, flicking a speck of dust from one with his thumb before placing it back where it belonged and sat back up. Only then did he look at her properly.
The freckles were the first thing he registered, subtle as pollen on parchment, and then her eyes... like a tincture left in alembic glass too long, azure at the surface, but with mineral depth beneath, as if gold had been melted down and folded into cerulean. He didn’t smile ― those were a true rarity these days ― but something loosened... a half-degree shift in posture and a tilt of the head that suggested interest in spite of himself.
"As for your question," he said, brushing his ink-stained fingertips against the edge of his own cup, "neither comedy nor tragedy, though the latter is closer in tone. It was meant to be a practical assessment. But my patience is wearing thinner than my grading rubric." He paused and regarded her again ― not quite fondly but with undeniable focus (though the mere allusion to the universal law of attraction was enough to make him consider disregarding her entirely).
"If the universe is conspiring," he added, voice low and dry, "I might implore it to start with keeping strangers from pawing through academic submissions."
His gaze lingered a moment too long before he returned to his grading. A page flipped, deliberate. But there was no mistaking the shift—his focus was altered now. A new variable had entered the formula, and for all his logic and arrogance, wasn’t so far gone as to pretend otherwise.
His gaze flicked to her cup with clinical precision. "Paris?" he asked without really asking. "Explains the look of curated disappointment."
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Philomena walked into the coffee shop and approached the counter. She waited as the line slowly moved forward until she was the at the very front. "Good afternoon, could I please get a large Magic Mocha please." she asked the barista at the register.
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Cox didn’t look up right away... rather his hand hovered half an inch above the next parchment as though her voice had disturbed his focus in such a way that it altered the very gravity in the room and he needed a recalibration. Her voice registered before her presence did but more importantly he then he noticed a couple of his stones in a disarray on the ground near his feet, a small traitorous chorus of clinks against the café floor.
He exhaled, slow and sharp, and set his quill down to collect them when her noticed his intruder had plucked one of the parchments, half-marked and name mostly legible, from his table. His brow twitched in a precise fracture of displeasure. "That’s a student’s," he said evenly, reaching to retrieve it from her fingers with the grace of someone who cared not if they caused a papercut. “Not for critique. Or spectacle.”
He stooped, grudgingly and muttering a few choice words to himself, to gather stones near his boots, flicking a speck of dust from one with his thumb before placing it back where it belonged and sat back up. Only then did he look at her properly.
The freckles were the first thing he registered, subtle as pollen on parchment, and then her eyes... like a tincture left in alembic glass too long, azure at the surface, but with mineral depth beneath, as if gold had been melted down and folded into cerulean. He didn’t smile ― those were a true rarity these days ― but something loosened... a half-degree shift in posture and a tilt of the head that suggested interest in spite of himself.
"As for your question," he said, brushing his ink-stained fingertips against the edge of his own cup, "neither comedy nor tragedy, though the latter is closer in tone. It was meant to be a practical assessment. But my patience is wearing thinner than my grading rubric." He paused and regarded her again ― not quite fondly but with undeniable focus (though the mere allusion to the universal law of attraction was enough to make him consider disregarding her entirely).
"If the universe is conspiring," he added, voice low and dry, "I might implore it to start with keeping strangers from pawing through academic submissions."
His gaze lingered a moment too long before he returned to his grading. A page flipped, deliberate. But there was no mistaking the shift—his focus was altered now. A new variable had entered the formula, and for all his logic and arrogance, wasn’t so far gone as to pretend otherwise.
His gaze flicked to her cup with clinical precision. "Paris?" he asked without really asking. "Explains the look of curated disappointment."
She didn't flinch when the parchment was tugged from her hand—if anything, she allowed it, surrendering the scrap with a slight curve to her fingers as though it had never truly belonged to her. Opal simply arched one brow in response to his prickly reprimand, her posture unmoved, spine fluid and tall like the stem of some rare bloom that thrived in colder climates.
"Forgive me," she said, voice lilting and unapologetic, "I'd forgotten that academic scrawlings were as sacred as a Gringotts vault these days. Though I wager your student might benefit from a second opinion... preferably one with taste." Her gaze tracked his movements—not the impatient ones, but the care he took with the stones. That, she noted. The reverence in his thumb, the way his fingers moved over them like an artist dusting off old pigment.
The seat across from him was claimed without invitation, her legs crossing neatly beneath the table, coat folding like an afterthought behind her. Her drink remained untouched. "It was Paris," she confirmed, as though responding to a question he hadn't yet earned the right to ask. "In contrast, London is indulgent with its disappointments. But I suppose there's charm to be found, albeit rarely."
Her chin tilted, appraising him again. "You, however, strike me as someone who still believes disappointment can be wrestled into submission with enough ink. How quaint. And yet..."
Opal's gaze sharpened, playful, but precise. "You keep these close—the stones."
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Summer was going well for Justus..
He was pondering on things, per usual. Something his uncle-dad shared regarding his potential future had him considering things. Well, it was more like a lecture. An understandable one, but right now, he didn't want to think about that, and what better way than to have a nice date with his girlfriend?
"What are you thinking of getting?" He asked her while they waited in line together. He could do with some Torte or anything in the sweet variety, which was plentiful here.
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Summer was going well for Justus..
He was pondering on things, per usual. Something his uncle-dad shared regarding his potential future had him considering things. Well, it was more like a lecture. An understandable one, but right now, he didn't want to think about that, and what better way than to have a nice date with his girlfriend?
"What are you thinking of getting?" He asked her while they waited in line together. He could do with some Torte or anything in the sweet variety, which was plentiful here.
Summer was just flying by. Between quidditch practices and games and then thinking about where she was going to be this time next year (a Hogwarts graduate ), Emma barely felt she had any time to hang out with friends or the boyfriend.
She glanced up at him and chuckled when she saw how long his hair had gotten. "A razor," she teased, but hopefully he knew she was joking. "The Bacon, Brie & Cranberry Panini sounds good. And a white chocolate mocha? What about you?" She figured adding a serious things for what she might get, would indicate the first comment had been humor.
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Summer was in full swing and Ariadne was enjoying the warm temperatures it brought to the UK but not the sweating part. Looking sideways at her brother as they stood in line, waiting for their turn at the counter at the patronum she asked "What are you getting Jojo? I know I at least want something ice cold to drink." She should get a panini too or a sandwich for lunch rather than just going for the very tasty looking fruit salad on the menu. "Have you got any idea why Tiff is being so secretive? Think it has to do with a boy?" Ariadne was curious, very curious why her sis was keeping things from her when they usually told each other everything.
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Standing outside of Espresso Patronum, Tristan rubbed his gloved hands together, more out of a desire to do something with his hands than for warmth. He'd arrived early, as he usually did, to wait for Diamond. This was partly because punctuality was important to him, but it was also simply because he looked forward to spending time with her.
As much as he enjoyed his wandlore studies, he would much rather be here than sitting in the university library writing another essay or studying for an exam.
She wasn't here just yet though, so he passed the time by watching the people walking by and kept an eye out for Diamond as well, hoping he'd spot her any minute.
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Sylvia Draconis was not a fan of other people, as a general rule, but she found herself sitting in a somewhat crowded café. In the middle of the day. It was almost like she was about to [GASP] Socialize. She shuddered as the thought even formed. Gross. Then, as if to drive her thoughts home, she let her face fall into a soft scowl as she let her eyes slide across the table to her right. People. Ugh.
Flitting her eyes back to her table she absently stirred her tea and pouted to herself. She had like... 2 friends... and they both seemed to be too busy to give her any attention lately. So had found herself somewhat [GROSS] lonely. Yet still opposed to other people at the same time.
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Sylvia Draconis was not a fan of other people, as a general rule, but she found herself sitting in a somewhat crowded café. In the middle of the day. It was almost like she was about to [GASP] Socialize. She shuddered as the thought even formed. Gross. Then, as if to drive her thoughts home, she let her face fall into a soft scowl as she let her eyes slide across the table to her right. People. Ugh.
Flitting her eyes back to her table she absently stirred her tea and pouted to herself. She had like... 2 friends... and they both seemed to be too busy to give her any attention lately. So had found herself somewhat [GROSS] lonely. Yet still opposed to other people at the same time.
The life of a practicing forensic psychologist was proving to be just as much of a challenge as Kiara needed. Yet, at the urging of her brother who had started to call her the Ice Queen when they weren’t around their parents or any of the other elder Mordaunts, she had decided it didn’t hurt to allow for a bit of down time as well. Not to mention she was well aware she hadn’t heard from her younger cousin recently, and she wondered how Enzo was doing now that he was out in the world. She secretly missed her chess buddy, if she wanted to be honest.
In any case, on the hunt for said downtime, she had found herself back in her old stomping grounds of Diagon Alley, yet not at her old place of employment. The café was oddly more crowded than she’d expected it to me on a morning during the school year. Balancing her plate of tiramisu on top of her cappuccino, she used her free hand to tuck a wayward curl of platinum blonde hair behind her ear as she looked for any open seat.
Only to find that the only one was at the table of another woman who looked rather like she’d be anywhere but there, so with a momentary deep breath, she headed over. “Mind if I join you?”, she asked, before adding, “It appears the shop is rather busier than usual, doesn’t it?”
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Standing outside of Espresso Patronum, Tristan rubbed his gloved hands together, more out of a desire to do something with his hands than for warmth. He'd arrived early, as he usually did, to wait for Diamond. This was partly because punctuality was important to him, but it was also simply because he looked forward to spending time with her.
As much as he enjoyed his wandlore studies, he would much rather be here than sitting in the university library writing another essay or studying for an exam.
She wasn't here just yet though, so he passed the time by watching the people walking by and kept an eye out for Diamond as well, hoping he'd spot her any minute.
The click of heels came before the sight of her.
Today, she looked every bit the headline she was destined to be: cream trousers paired with a cream wool coat belted at the waist, black leather gloves that gleamed against the light dusting of snow, and oversized sunglasses that she absolutely didn’t need but wore anyway. Her hair fell in sleek waves - a look that had taken hours to perfect and half a bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and Scalp Treatment (what can she say, there was an league party she had to attend to the night before and fire tamers with their rubbish aim had done a number on her hair) catching the faint gold of the winter sun as though the light itself had decided to follow her. Which, duh, it should be.
"Merlin’s breath, tell me you didn’t get here early again," she called as soon as she spotted Tristan and as if he wasn't always the one to arrive first since she had to make an entrance and defined her personality on being fashionably late. "You do realize you’re setting impossible standards for punctuality, yes?" she went on, a teasing smile curving her mouth as she leaned in to give him a playful peck on the cheek. "People will start assuming I’m the late one, and I can’t have that on record. Not even if you do look dashing freezing to death waiting for me."
She did have a legitimate reason for being late this time - and no it was not because of her hair...though that had been the cause on several occasions. If she wasn't meeting her own aesthetics' standards, there was no reason to be seen in public at all. "Anyway, press box ran long. The match went into overtime."
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The click of heels came before the sight of her.
Today, she looked every bit the headline she was destined to be: cream trousers paired with a cream wool coat belted at the waist, black leather gloves that gleamed against the light dusting of snow, and oversized sunglasses that she absolutely didn’t need but wore anyway. Her hair fell in sleek waves - a look that had taken hours to perfect and half a bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and Scalp Treatment (what can she say, there was an league party she had to attend to the night before and fire tamers with their rubbish aim had done a number on her hair) catching the faint gold of the winter sun as though the light itself had decided to follow her. Which, duh, it should be.
"Merlin’s breath, tell me you didn’t get here early again," she called as soon as she spotted Tristan and as if he wasn't always the one to arrive first since she had to make an entrance and defined her personality on being fashionably late. "You do realize you’re setting impossible standards for punctuality, yes?" she went on, a teasing smile curving her mouth as she leaned in to give him a playful peck on the cheek. "People will start assuming I’m the late one, and I can’t have that on record. Not even if you do look dashing freezing to death waiting for me."
She did have a legitimate reason for being late this time - and no it was not because of her hair...though that had been the cause on several occasions. If she wasn't meeting her own aesthetics' standards, there was no reason to be seen in public at all. "Anyway, press box ran long. The match went into overtime."
Ah, there she was!
A smile immediately lit up his face when he spotted her, a chuckle drawn out of him at her comment. "I don't need to tell you what you already know." Tristan was always early - it was how he was raised, and it was unlikely to change at this point. Even the idea of running late to something gave him a spike of anxiety. That thought, and the cold, was totally the reason his cheeks and ears were pink, not because of the peck on the cheek she gave him. Ahem. "I can let them know you're right on time, not late, if it would make you feel better." A light, teasing smile of his own. "Or...perhaps we could schedule a time for me to arrive after you one time?" If he scheduled a time for himself to be late ahead of time, then he wouldn't really be late in his mind, and all would be well? Maybe. Possibly.
He slipped an arm around her, both to be closer to her and to guide her toward the cafe. "Sounds like it was an exciting match. Any particularly stand-out moments?" Even if he wasn't a passionate fan of Quidditch, he did enjoy her commentary on the matches. But then again, he also enjoyed her commentary on anything.
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