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Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop https://s26.postimg.org/eyk6v0bdl/ma...op-banner3.jpg Madame Puddifoot's is laid out in a typical English tea room fashion. Lace doilies cover each table on top of the flower patterned table cloths. In the middle of each is a contained candle, ready to be lit for those on a romantic retreat. The windows are half covered by fancy net curtains, leaving just enough room at the top to see over and down Hogsmeade's High Street. Little flower and heart covered cushions are on each seat awaiting your arrival. |
Tori <3 "They call this a tea shop?!" Disgruntled and disgusted was the general expression Ciaira had about everything related to this wretched school and it was the same for the village. With the way half of the people in the school went on about Hogsmeade, she half expected to enter a village that would impress even her high standards. Why else would she put so much effort into looking like she'd walked out of a Desireé Pascal shoot? But this didn't look like a place that had even heard of the wonderful Desireé Pascal. How was she meant to keep up with the latest fashion trends if the shops near the joke of a school didn't even supply her needs?! How could she top the other elite Irish ladies at the upcoming royal ball if the shops decided to stock up on cheap dresses and - retch - blood quills?! The Hufflepuff let out a tch-ing sound and turned to her twin, the one person in the place who would understand her needs. "This place doesn't look like the type to do tea from the likes of Harrods," she said in a thick Irish accent, "Do you want to stay here?" The doilies were cute and much more fitting to their tastes than anything else they had walked past. |
Incendio date! Scarlett was soooo nervous. She hadn't dated anyone since Jimmy, and she had had no interest in dating after that. But when this new dating app thing came out she had thought...why not? She never thought she would actually get a MATCH though o____O She didn't really know who this guy was, but she knew his name. It was Matt...she liked that name. His pictures were cute. She remembered him from class a bit, but didn't really ever TALK to him as far as she could remember. SOOO, time to start now? Was this the start of a relationship? Time to find out! |
Sure, the store was a little 'too girly' for most people, but for Austin the little shop in hogsmeade was perfect. It reminded him of his mother, who loved tea almost as much as she loved him. He sat down on one of the heart shaped stools at an empty table and pulled out a book from his bag. Looking around he only saw two others sitting on the other side of the café. They didn't seem loud, which was good, just so long as they kept the volume to a minimum. Generally Austin came to this shop to finish homework mainly because the library had become boring the past couple years. There were only so many places to read a book before it becomes uncomfortable. Anyways, today he was just happy to have a nice place to read his book. |
Ciaira and Kita <3 xx SPOILER!!: Ciaira Love <3 Eyeing the heart shaped cushions on the chairs and the flower patterns on the table cloths, the Irish brunette rolled her eyes. ”They can’t.” Kaylah stated simply, looking at her twin sister. ”It has no class.” Class, came in terms of Harrods or the Savoy. This. She looked left. She looked right. Then she shook her head slightly. Madame Puddifoot’s didn’t have it. Sorting her O-Star Winter coat and straightening out her lapels, she turned to look at Ciaira again. She pulled in a deep breath, and let it out as if she was trying to calm her nerves. Just like Mother had taught them, never cause a scene in public. That wasn’t lady-like. And they were proper ladies. ”We didn’t pass any where else that even remotely resembled a parlour for tea.” Sighing as quietly as she could, she tried not to move around on the balls of her feet; her Pascal boots were far too cute to fidget in. ”Though, we really need to tell Father to organise a trip to London on our next free weekend. There are no designers here. How are we meant to find the perfect gowns for the Christmas Ball?” The fifth year looks horrified. What were they meant to do for new clothes? |
For Astreaaa and Kate! It had been decided that they were in need of a best friend date and Junia set everything into motion. She'd left a note for Ast with a location and time, had gotten there early and snagged them some sweets to take back to the castle, and even managed to grab a table before the couples of Hogwarts swarmed the place. As far as friending went, she felt she was doing a pretty amazing job of it at the moment. Now to wait for the Gryffindor so they could catch up on all things NOT related to studying. She couldn't wait. |
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It was a Junia and Astrea day <3 She smiled as she peeked inside the tea shop and spotted Junia. "I've never been in here before," she whispered, since the atmosphere was...quiet and romantic. "Why are you taking me on a date, Junia?" she teased as she glanced around. |
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Glancing at the menu, the fifth year heard her stomach give a soft grumble and she blushed slightly. "On second thought, we should order a few snacks to share, too. See anything that looks any good, A?" Everything looked good to her right now, but that was because she'd forgotten to have breakfast. |
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Tea, though. Astrea did like tea. She wasn't obsessed with it like most other British people, and she supposed it had to do with her very American roots. But still, she DID love it. "Normally I'd pick butterbeer, but tea will be fine. I just don't know where to start. I don't normally pick fancy tea to drink..I'm not fancy like you," she said with a giggle. "OF COURSE WE NEED SNACKS!" she called out, much to her dismay a second later BECAUSE the place was so quiet. Umm. Her cheeks turned red, but she GIGGGGLED. |
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She was fancy, wasn't she? Junia PREENED and then burst into laughter at her friend's outburst. Gryffindor much, Astrea? The fifteen year old was amused, more so at the blushing currently happening. "You look like a tomato, A. Oh, tomatoes. That makes me even more hungry than I was before..." Food. They needed food. Now the whole place knew, too. Thanks Astrea. "How about carrot cake?" |
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If only that were the case. "Do they maybe have tomato soup?" She was pressing her hands flat against her cheeks, feeling how red they burned, wishing they would go back to normal because she didn't want to look like a stupid tomato. "Tomato soup might be good for how damn cold it is today." She said, a LOT MORE SOFTLY than before. |
Ally Laurel dressed accordingly to the April weather in a dark green coat, high boots and mittens for her hands as she headed down to Madam Puddifoots. She had a girl's day with Camilla planned and if it so happened that Rose and Kay joined them too then she wouldn't complain. She had left a note for Cami on a her breakfast plate in the Great Hall about when and where to meet. Arriving early Laurel headed over to claim one of the tables near the windows. They had always been her favourite since her school days and they gave her a good view of all the other tables that soon would be filled with chattering students. Sitting down Laurel started to peruse the menu as she waited for Cami to arrive. |
Open RP. Up for Grabs Another Day Another Sit in at Puddifoot's. It was the most calming location Simon could find in Hogsmeade. Unlike Dervish and Bange's where he would mostly likely die from it's terribly smell and the mildewish air. He starred down into his Peppermint Tea and took in a nice big wiff of it's Pepperment scent. This was good. This smell made him Happy and calm and nothing could possibly ruin this tea for him. |
She was seeeeeeeeeriously hoping Torrance didn't somehow get himself lost while on his way to meet her here. She did often wonder if that Gryffindor knew how to find his way out of a wet paper bag, but she still somehow found herself enjoying his company and thus had agreed to inform him that he would be taking her out on a date. Mmhmm. She could be generous when she wanted to. But like...she didn't want him hanging off of her or anything because she wasn't taken by him or anything. Hence the meeting him here rather than walking arm in arm with him down the street. Throwing her dyed blonde hair over her shoulder, Sachiko lingered in the doorway to reapply some of her cherry lipgloss (with extra shimmer) and checked her reflection in her compact before giving the little tea shop a proper look over for THE best seats in terms of lighting that would accent her features. Quote:
"Move," she sneered, kicking one of the legs of the seat he was in. And she HOPED that it spooked him enough to spill some of that hot tea on his hand. Served him right for sitting in her perfect lighting. |
Simon wondered. Maybe he could request to have some of their finest pasties. He had the money to do so, and rarely did he ever treat himself more than he tried to treat others well. What was just a little splurging for himself? Surely no one was around to see him spending his coin so selfishly. These thoughts he was having. So calming and a good stress reliever for him. His New Turquoise colored inhaler just dangled from his chest wholly unused all day. He took another whiff of his Peppermint Tea.... Quote:
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And his question only agitated her because it did not matter WHY. The Empress was making her demands and they needed to be met by little peasants like this nerd. First years, honestly. "Because I said so, Specasaurus," she retorted, swaying her hips a bit and resting her hands on her waist, her heeled foot still pressed to the leg of his chair ready to give it a firm SHOVE if the kid continued to be stuuuuuuuuuuupid. "So do it now or your hand won't be the only thing burning." Being of age had its perks and her fingers were always trigger happy when it came to nonverbal curses and jinxes. |
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What should Simon do? He laid out the options in his head. Zoryn would probably say something snappy back at her? Should he try that. Make comment about how her Hair doesn't fit her appearance. It didn't, at least in his eyes and maybe if he were Zoryn he would note that aloud for her to hear. If Derfael and Abey were here they'd protect him. They were always super protective of each other. They would jump to his defense too wouldn't they? What about Ed Blaze? He'd get violent. Make threats back at her...No. Simon wouldn't do what Ed does. "It's The Rock." What? What WHAT!? WHAT!? "No one calls me Specasaurus." Although to give her credit. That wasn't a Bad Nickname per say. She did take one of his defining features and combine with with a Dinosaur. Dinosaurs were Tough and Big and sometimes scary. |
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Just minutes before she was supposed to be there, Cami entered the shop. There wasn't very many people inside just yet making it easy to spot Laurel sitting alone at one of the tables closest to the windows. Opening the buttons on her coat and removing her hat from her head, the brunette women made her way over towards her friends. "It's not to cold of a day today," she said by way of greeting as she slid herself onto the seat across from the other women. "There hasn't been any issues with the students so far, has there?" There hadn't been any problems when she was walking around but one could never be to sure anymore when it came to teenagers. |
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Was this kid deaf, blind, AND mute now? Because...he was being really stupid. Beyond basic banshee level annoying and she was about to give his chair another firm kick - or maybe conveniently MISS and kick his leg instead. JUST saying. But then Specky McBother was talking...and saying his name was The Rock? That was the dumbest thing she had heard all day and her nose wrinkled in disgust as though she were looking down at a pile of dragon dung. "Rocks sink," she stated boldly with a flip of the hair while taking note that there were two professors nearby but...eh. Not worth her time either. "I just did. So you're wrong." Duh. "Now move. Go sit in the back where all the other unfortunate looking customers should be." |
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"They're also immovable" Huh...did he mumble that too loudly? still holding his hand that burned a little he looked up at her. "You have to ask politely." Why anyone thought they could be rude to get what they want baffled him. All he wanted was to enjoy his Peppermint Tea. |
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It was all she could do as well. Simply mouth the word because this kid was as dumb as they came. Clearly a Hufflepuff. They were the dumb house of leftovers. They were the Brussels sprouts of food, and she was about to demonstrate this by chewing up and spitting out this peasant. "Oh PLEASE!" Rolling her eyes, Sachiko flourished her yew wand from her pocket and sent a nonverbal Levitation Charm upon his seat and not-so-gently guided it up into the air with the 'immovable Rock' still sitting on it. Sir Specs-A-Lot and his tainted seat could go sit out in the cold. She would just grab a chair from another table. Flopping her bag on said table (CLAIMING THIS SPOT), the sixth year began strutting towards the door with her floating companion heeling like an obedient dog. |
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"Put Me down, Put me Down, Put me Down" He began repeating over and over. eyes shut tight. All he wanted was his Tea. He clenched his wand from his robes and with just that intent in mind mixed with the powerful fear coursing through him. The Hot Peppermint Tea flung itself from the Table and right at the face of the the Mean Slytherin Girl! |
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"KYAAAAAAAAAA," she SCREECHED, high pitched and LOUD enough that she could have cracked or shattered a window honestly, as the hot liquid not only lowkey scalded her face...IT RUINED HER MAKE UP! Temporarily blinded and throwing a proper hissy fit with some more screeching about her mascara and false lashes, her concentraion on the levitation chair was lost and...well...Goggletron 3000 had wanted to be put down. Carefully what you wished for, Puffer. |
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Merlin! Merlin! He reached for his Inhaler around his neck and took in a quick breath. Sitting up then scrambling away from her on all fours, in case whatever was making her scream might get him too. No Way..no way was he gonna be taken. Not again. Simon found refuge as he ducked under another Table in the Tea Shop and used some legs...He thinks these are Legs as some extra Hiding space until the danger had passed. He then shut his eyes once more and began to mutter to himself. "It's not real, it's not here, it's not real, it's not here, it's not real, it's not here." |
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UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH. Index fingers under her eyes, the Slytherin batted her lashes against them in ATTEMPT to keep SOME of the black from coming off under her eyes and making her look like she had HIDEOUS bags under them. Which really only infuriated her MORE because then she could SEE some of her false lashes coming off on her skin. UGH. She should have just gone the magical enhancement way instead of experimenting with these muggle objects. Stopping her foot (feet really...and it was more like an agitated dance than a single stomp), Sachiko spun around looking for the stupid troll who had done this to her. Only she couldn't SEE him so maybe he wasn't as DUMB as she thought and had gotten a clue and LEFT. Kicking some of the remains of the chair out of the way - because whatever - she stormed her way back to the table she had wanted and pulled a chair from another over to sit in. UGH. Now she needed to try and fix this MESS before her date showed up. |
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