Rubbish Bin https://i.postimg.cc/pryrqfqh/rubbish-bin-banner.jpg The rubbish bin has surprisingly been here before some of these shops were here - namely Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes - which was able to obtain such a cheap rent by its creators Fred and George Weasley, by accepting a store location next to the rubbish bin. The rubbish bin contains various wrappers and broken magical instruments, as well as the occasional half eaten ice cream cone or other sweet, or even a decomposing dead animal. |
Ali ~ Manon was done buying some of the paraphernalias she would need for her third year at Hogwarts...or at least a second-hand version of them. The sisters at the orphanage gave her some galleons for her trip to Diagon Alley early that summer. Fortunately, she hasn't come across any familiar face from the school yet. Good thing I always buy my things earlier than everyone else. It was no news that she was an orphan that leaped between the Stemp House and St. Benedict's Home for Children, but she still didn't want anyone from the school to catch her in the act of purchasing hand-me-downs. It had to be mortifying. And if luck was truly with her that day, she might as well check the rubbish bin. It was basically a treasure chest, if you ignore the smell. Last summer she plucked out a voodoo doll Who knew what she would be able to find today? Setting her things carefully on the bench next to her, the she-snake tried not to make a face as she neared the rubbish bin but ended up scrunching her nose. Well, the smell was much better than last summer's. Cautiously, she began to rummage through its contents. |
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SUMMER! GLORIOUS SUMMER!! Chloe was so happy that is was summer and she was even more happy that her mother had to come to London and she got to tag along. Honesty she wasn't even sure why her parents had to stay in Germany, why couldn't they just move to London so she could be closer to all her friends? Though if she left Germany she'd be further from her grandparents and she did like being there too. Once in the Alley she looked around and said goodbye to her mother. She couldn't believe she was letting her go free this year. As she walked around looking for some friends or something to do she couldn't help but notice someone in the bin. Stopping dead in her tracks she scrunched her nose, why was she in the trash? "E.. Excuse me? Did you loose something?" It just had to be the reason she was in there. |
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It was then that a voice came up from behind her, making her green irises grow bigger. Merlin's smelly socks! It took a bit of internal debate if she was going to stay in that position or straighten up to face her treasure-hunting intruder and in end, she chose the former if only because the smell was now hitting her senses at full blast. "I, er..."she started, righting herself...only to be faced with someone who looked familiar, someone from Hogwarts no doubt. And she caught her in the trash quite literally. How embarrassing. The very thing she was avoiding was happening and Manon, even though she often did not talk, said the only thing she felt appropriate at the moment. "It's none of your business." |
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No, it wasn't any of her business, but she didn't quite like being told that, "It is my business if you don't want your picture on the front page of the prophet as the rubbish bin snoop." Crossing her arms she tried to be as serious as possible. She could try to get Uncle Jorge to put in in the paper, though she figured it wouldn't be front page news. Glancing at the rubbish bin again she walked closer, "Do you have a pirate map or something?" |
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Manon made a face. That title was utterly humiliating and dear Grindelwald, no, she didn't want to picture out herself branded as that in front of the Daily Prophet. FINE. This girl - wait, did she somehow, by the stroke of pure luck, not recognize her? Were they even possibly on the same year? Well, she tried really hard not to exist at the school, or anywhere else for that matter, so this was good. Her shabby clothes probably made her look like a beggar too. Good, good. She could just pretend that she was a beggar and then hightail out of there as quickly as she can. Alas, the girl (Chloe, yes, she remembered the other girl's name now), instead of keeping away, moved closer to her. The she-snake moved sideways, hiding her face from the curtain of her dark hair. "Pirate map? Why would I have a pirate map? |
As Mary walked down the street, she noticed an interesting scene going on near the trash can. At a distance, she observed. It appeared the girl digging in the trash was a beggar and the one bullying her was probably thought so as well, but she knew better. Based on the items beside her, this was a hogwarts student. She kinda felt bad, to be honest. She had heard her siblings telling her about 2nd and even 3rd hand items when they were hogwarts students. She would be doing the same if it wasn't for her sisters recent Quidditch successes. |
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She was rambling now, but the excitement of the thoughts, not really the actual dig because she knew there really wasn't one, but the thought of if there were and the thought of how it would have come to be there in Diagon Alley made her excited. "So what are you really doing in there?" She really didn't care if she was just looking, but Chloe now was to invested in finding out to just walk away. Noticing movement she turned and saw another girl standing watching them. "Are you coming to find hidden things too?" It was becoming a rubbish party now wasn't it? |
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She also didn't think Chloe would push more questions but here she was making another face at So what are you really doing in there? Manon thought what her choices could be; she could keep on pretending that she was a beggar and just tell her that she was just looking for something to eat for lunch, or introduce herself as a classmate and say she dropped something on the bin? The latter could work. And Manon was just about to have that scenario play out when the blonde started calling out to yet another girl. DEAR GRINDELWALD. She didn't need any more witnesses! "Chloe, I don't think she--" O___o Oh no. She didn't call her by her name, did she? Clamping her mouth shut, Manon just hoped the other girl didn't notice. |
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That was until she was watching the younger girl and the first girl called her by name, "I thought you were from Hogwarts!" She had no clue what her name was though, but she thought she had seen her. "So what are you looking for, there are three of us now, we could help you and it could go faster for you. Then maybe we could all go get ice cream. My mom gave me some money." Looking at the younger girl she waited to see if you would speak, but when she didn't Chloe just smiled, "What is your name? Mine is Chloe and this is...." What was her name? |
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Then with sudden courage, she said, "You're obviously making her uncomfortable. If you haven't noticed she is embarrassed!" It was unlike her, but she figured that if she was going to be ok at Hogwarts she was going to have to get used to being social. |
SPOILER!!: Mary + Chloe And yes, yes. She was from Hogwarts. They were classmates and it served her a sense of satisfaction that Chloe couldn't recall her name, just the way she wanted it, but it was fleeting because now Chloe was suggesting that she and the other girl (Mary, was it?) she had dragged into this was going to help Manon find whatever it was she had to find in the rubbish bin. Um. "It's okay, I can—" The incoming third year Slytherin was just about to tell the both of them that she didn't need any help when Mary...said that. Not even letting her finish her sentence, not even letting her say her name. Oh. Wow. Did she look THAT pathetic? Manon, in the moment, could only blink. |
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"Sorry,"she stammered. "I'm too awkward, I'll just go." She started to walk away. |
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"Well Mary, I'm glad you came over, it is good to meet new people." She smiled brightly at the younger girl and then turned to... to... "OH YES I REMEMBER! You are Manon! This is Manon, she is at Hogwarts with me, though she is in my brother's house." Gunnar would have known her name so much easier. "I don't think she is embarrassed, she is just looking for something and I want to help. Two heads are better than one and it looked like an adventure that could be fun! I just got finished reading a book about pirates and was talking to her about it." It was a great book, maybe they could borrow it sometime. |
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At that moment, she knew nothing better than to run. She bolted down the street at top speed, hardened by years of Muggle soccer. |
Ju/Catherine! Igor was just making his way out of the Wizards Wheezes overwhelmed with ideas and such. Not that he bought anything. The now fourth stopped by the rubbish bin and was just fascinated by all the junk people throw out. Some of the items looked like they still worked properly. Guess they didnt want them or Mama bought the wrong thing. Its possible...tho he needed to decided where he was going to next before heading back to his family. |
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Her thoughts were that if she was going to a boarding school and would be away from her family - minus her twin brother, but what could she do It was awful. She was having a bit of trouble focusing on what she was reading because all she could think about was how she actually wanted to be with her parents and, admittedly, her siblings. Catherine was still trying, though, one should give her that. Her face now so close to the list as if she needed glasses, she momentarily couldn't see where she was going and bumped into somebody. She felt her face turn red as she debated whether to lower the list and see who it was. The likelihood of her knowing the person was very slim, so she did consider walking off, but that would be rude, she knew it. |
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One Igor Vitamin was zoning out thinking he saw Spencer harassing some girl up ahead and was ready to dissolve the situation. But maybe he had some good luck and Igor had no idea who the dude was which was a relief. Or maybe he had some bad luck because someone just bumped into him. Thank Merlin, she was shorter than him. "Oh sorry, i should have moved.....Catherine???" Had to be polite. It had been ages since Igor had even thought of her or seen her. What was she doing here or wait was she of age now to go to school Weird |
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If this guy knew her name, it meant she knew him too. So at least she wouldn't be talking to a stranger... Ugh, the thought alone sent shivers down her spine. Finally lowering the list from in front of her face, she looked up and saw the Vitamin... boy who was now not a young boy anymore, but a... guy. His facial features were still the same, pretty much Yuck. Vitamin guy was apologising although it had been her who had bumped into him. Catherine blinked and thought she was the one who should apologise, but nothing came out of her mouth. Especially because she had now realised he had called her by her name and all she could remember was that he was the 'Vitamin boy now guy'. What in the world was his first name again?? She couldn't, for the life of her, remember. She tried not to show it in her expression, but it probably translated as a blank, relatively serious stare. She couldn't help but feel even more awkward now, but she hadn't been raised to simply walk away from a conversation Maybe he should have moved. If he had, they wouldn't be in this situation, for Merlin's sake. "I'm... sorry." Catherine finally replied, drifting her gaze away from him - because awkward - and towards the... ew, was that a bin? She sent him a very judgemental, grossed out look for standing there on his own next to a bin. She side-eyed the bin again before looking back at him. Maybe he had thrown something in there... but then why would he still be there? What a gross place to b- Igor!!! That was this guy's name. She knew it, phew. Relief suddenly washed her face, lasting only a fraction of second, however, as she pulled a disgusted face again. "This smells." She added, stepping away from the bin and sending him yet another judgemental look as if asking why the heck he was just standing there. Boys were so weird. |
SPOILER!!: Catherine Was she ok, Igor was giving her a visibly confused face as she just stood there blinking like she was a crashed computer from 2020. He only asked a simple question and he knew she could talk. This was getting more awkward by the second. Not like it was his fault he wasn't even in the middle of the street. He was by this rubbish bin for merlin sake. Ah there she spoke and ok now it was very very much less awkward well until you could see the looks she was giving. Was she Captain Obvious or something??? Yeah he was just going to ignore that. Like he was about to walk away before she bumped into him. "How are you?" |
for Pixie :3 Munching his way through his sandwich, which he held in one hand, and counting his spare change with the other, David passed by a rubbish bin which had a nearly pristine copy of the Daily Prophet just resting on its rim. Hmm. He shoved the coins into his pocket and took a step back toward the bin, pausing to read the headlines while he finished his sandwich. Couldn't he just... take this? To read? Why not, when he was killing time as it was. |
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Fired from yet another waitress job for her lack of etiquette (it was hardly her fault that the patron in question had ordered a cheeseburger with no cheese, which was irritating enough, and then found his ice team poured on his head when he suggested she stick her finger in it to turn it into a sweet tea), Valerie was hardly counting her blessings as she stormed her way over towards the trash can and tore off the apron to the the diner. With a growl that would make even rabid dogs cower, she threw the worthless fabric in and hardly paid its current occupant any mind. |
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Well. There went his reading. Turning instead to the source of the thrown-away fabric (and possibly the source of the growling), David was startled, blinking suddenly and leaving his mouth open slightly where he had been about to take another bite of sandwich. What a strange creature. So pale. So... angery looking. Why were its eyes red? Had David closed his mouth and swallowed the lump of air in his throat, his sandwich momentarily forgotten. "Alright there?" he inquired politely, wondering what in the world was going on, and how this...this...woman had made such an animalistic sound. He was impressed by it, admittedly. |
Would it be too much were she to set the contents of the trash can ablaze? What about if she Bombarda'd it into oblivion? She could think of a handful of people who would insist that she was, which only fueled her resentment further. Cool grey eyes hyper focused on the apron that was now stained with remnants of some sauce from a half eaten corn dog and the melted remains of some green colored ice cream cone from Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour, her fingers did twitch towards her holder for the unyielding cherry wood when a presence interrupted her thoughts. No, not his voice. His eyes...and she lacked the patience to entertain such blatant staring. Not that she typical bore the patience for it to begin with, but today Valerie was likely to transfigure any unfiltered gazes into dung beetles. Her eyes narrowed and her thoughts were almost begging him to slip up so she could snap. As if she was a Veela. Go ahead, try her. "...do I give off the appearance of being alright?" she sneered rhetorically. What an obviously stupid inquiry. "It would do your eyes good if you blinked." |
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