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sweetpinkpixie · 10-05-2022, 12:47 AM

The south end of the street begins at the playground and stretches on to reveal Gringotts Wizarding Bank and a variety of shops and businesses that will suit the needs of just about any witch or wizard. A mixture of smells, from the coffee at Espresso Patronum to the potions at Madam Primpernelle's, fill the air. Both the young and the young at heart can stock up on items ranging from a new wand to an assortment of magical items that have seen better days. There's even a joke shop for those of you out for a good laugh. I'd think wisely about my choices or words and actions, though! Its cobblestones may be chipped or dusty from excessive wear over the years of being trampled on by many thousands of feet. Large glass windows grab your attention with various signs and merchandise, in attempts to lure you into those shops and spend more money you may or may not have.

Outside several shops are park benches, perfect for a quick chat or rest of your feet. But don't sit too long - these spots are high in demand and you may run the risk of being sat on or someone tripping over your feet. Not to mention that the rubbish bin next to the bench near Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes wreaks of various stenches of items that have been tossed away. Shame because if they hadn't absorbed the smells, one man's junk might become another man's treasure.

VRSCIKA · 09-02-2023, 02:12 AM

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Her teeny tiny sister was adorable she was. Amabelle couldn't help but smile as she spoke. "I bet you tell Baxter he's your favorite when he's around..." Hmph. But they all knew she was really everyone's fave. It was no secret.

Her smile only grew as she took the bag from Trin and stuck her nose off in it. Inhaling deeply her eyes slipped closed in sheer ecstasy. " You're aces, Trin. I've got a jam packed day. I just had to slip out and stretch my legs a bit." Owning multiple businesses tended to be a bit wearing. "I just finished a ribcage tattoo that took 3 hours sitting." It had been fun times, but it tended to cause her some aches and pains. "If you're not busy you should come for the Haute Noir photoshoot in a bit. It's going to be rad." Their uber talented brother was, of course, shooting the session.

"Hey you, I said one of my favorites. And of course I also tell Baxter that." They both were one of her favorites after all. Trinity adored her siblings so much and they really helped her prepare for her own children.

"I know that you're a busy lady, so I figured having lunch delivered might be helpful. I have a little free time." She beamed with delight as Ama indulged in the smell. "That sounds like a good time." She agreed enthusiastically.

A passerby gave them the oddest of looks and Trinity couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.

*Lottiepot* · 01-01-2024, 01:56 PM

What Bowie lacked in organisation, he made up for in enthusiasm. That explained the arms full of recording equipment he was lugging around Diagon Alley on his way to a young up-and-coming musician he was attempting to mentor. You see despite the incredible voice and multitalented instrumental ability, Bowie didn’t feel he had the charisma or showmanship to be a successful musician himself. He did however feel he had the skills to help produce another generation of musicians. After several years of floating around between jobs, providing backing vocals and instrumentals, working in recording studios and currently working as a recording technician at a music record label, Bowie had got to the point he was considering just working for himself.

If only he had the confidence to jump into the deep end.

Sauntering down the south side of the street, his attention was distracted somewhat by the display in the front of Atticus’ to the point that he accidentally bumped into the wall and dropped the box of supplies he was carrying. “Oh Merlin’s left sock” he muttered, shaking his head but also laughing at himself for his clumsiness.

Charely Potter · 01-02-2024, 12:31 AM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

What Bowie lacked in organisation, he made up for in enthusiasm. That explained the arms full of recording equipment he was lugging around Diagon Alley on his way to a young up-and-coming musician he was attempting to mentor. You see despite the incredible voice and multitalented instrumental ability, Bowie didn’t feel he had the charisma or showmanship to be a successful musician himself. He did however feel he had the skills to help produce another generation of musicians. After several years of floating around between jobs, providing backing vocals and instrumentals, working in recording studios and currently working as a recording technician at a music record label, Bowie had got to the point he was considering just working for himself.

If only he had the confidence to jump into the deep end.

Sauntering down the south side of the street, his attention was distracted somewhat by the display in the front of Atticus’ to the point that he accidentally bumped into the wall and dropped the box of supplies he was carrying. “Oh Merlin’s left sock” he muttered, shaking his head but also laughing at himself for his clumsiness.

Denzel was on a break from his shift. Typically, he spent it for relaxing reasons, other times he had time to check in on his boys in the school. But today, he was looking forward to the downtime. Nice and quiet...

CLATTER

Or in theory, it would've been. His blue-green eyes followed the clatter of multiple objects from a box that belonged to a blonde gentle-wizard, "..Nice," Denzel commented dryly. Whether it was the sound or the action of how they managed to drop everything was up to them. "You need some help or is this a common thing?" The least he could do was ask before action.

*Lottiepot* · 01-02-2024, 11:54 PM

If anyone were to see the calamity that was Bowie, he wouldn’t blame them if they laughed at his predicament too. In fact he was usually the first person to laugh whenever his day didn’t quite go the way that he had hoped, it was far better than feeling sorry for yourself. He was half way through bending down and attempting to pick up the equipment when a voice came out from the blue.

The thirty year old squinted through the long blonde hair that had fallen in front of his face and obscured his eyes from the source of the voice, an amused smile plastered on his mouth as he mused over what the stranger had said. “I mean it’s not not a common occurrence” he chuckled scooping up the slightly shattered equipment into the box making a mental note to fix it with magic later. “Got temporarily distracted” he offered up the excuse as if it would somehow make the situation seem normal.

Standing up straight, he tied his hair up into a messy bun and took a better look at the stranger, a sense of familiarity washing over him. “Dreamer?” His tone raised at the end in question, unsure of whether his recognition was correct. The elder of the two, right?

Charely Potter · 01-06-2024, 02:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

If anyone were to see the calamity that was Bowie, he wouldn’t blame them if they laughed at his predicament too. In fact he was usually the first person to laugh whenever his day didn’t quite go the way that he had hoped, it was far better than feeling sorry for yourself. He was half way through bending down and attempting to pick up the equipment when a voice came out from the blue.

The thirty year old squinted through the long blonde hair that had fallen in front of his face and obscured his eyes from the source of the voice, an amused smile plastered on his mouth as he mused over what the stranger had said. “I mean it’s not not a common occurrence” he chuckled scooping up the slightly shattered equipment into the box making a mental note to fix it with magic later. “Got temporarily distracted” he offered up the excuse as if it would somehow make the situation seem normal.

Standing up straight, he tied his hair up into a messy bun and took a better look at the stranger, a sense of familiarity washing over him. “Dreamer?” His tone raised at the end in question, unsure of whether his recognition was correct. The elder of the two, right?

Denzel didn't get involved with accidents often, especially when they were done on their own. But he was here, fairly bored, so he went on over to help get their supplies in the box, "Oh, you're a musician as well," He noticed the recording equipment which unfortunately didn't survive the crash. "You have a specific genre as your specialty?" Now he was interested in what the pretty wizard-man had.

Dreamer. While his last name certainly had the luxury of being used as an insult on occasion. That wasn't the case given the look he was getting. "..that's my surname, how did you guess?" How did this blonde wizard know his last name? He didn't look like a young fan or... "Oh wait... you must know my brother, Dash. One of his friends, right?" His dorky brother did have a knack for attracting the friendly types. "I'm Denzel, his older brother. You went to Hogwarts, didn't you?" That was a lot of questions from Denz here for now. He had more but could wait until at least one of them was answered.

*Lottiepot* · 01-06-2024, 03:59 PM

Had Bowie known he was being described as ‘pretty’ he might’ve shown his awkwardness by flushing a fetching shade of pink across his cheeks. Thankfully that information was kept under wraps and Bowie didn’t have to portray his inability to take compliments. If it was a compliment, for all he knew being called pretty could be derogatory.

“Thank you” the bearded man smiled as he accepted the help. “Kind of? Well I am, I play piano and guitar and I can sing but I’m not really a professional musician per se. I do backing instrumentals and vocals and what not.” Bowie was also one of those people who the minute he opened his mouth was unable to shut up. Over sharing was definitely one of his personality traits. “I work in music production mostly for a small record label. A mishmash of all genres.” It was supposed to be a foot in the door type thing but he had found himself relatively secure and didn’t quite have the confidence to push himself further.

Guessing had nothing to do with it but the familiarity in his features to his younger brother was the biggest clue. “Yes I was in his year at Hogwarts. Great bloke!” he reminisced. “I’d seen you around..” Did that sound stalkerish? He didn’t mean it like that, just that he was good with faces and a bit of a floater when it came to his social circles. “I’m Bowie Fisher. I was in Hufflepuff.” A fact that was likely glaringly obvious.

Charely Potter · 01-10-2024, 10:55 PM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Had Bowie known he was being described as ‘pretty’ he might’ve shown his awkwardness by flushing a fetching shade of pink across his cheeks. Thankfully that information was kept under wraps and Bowie didn’t have to portray his inability to take compliments. If it was a compliment, for all he knew being called pretty could be derogatory.

“Thank you” the bearded man smiled as he accepted the help. “Kind of? Well I am, I play piano and guitar and I can sing but I’m not really a professional musician per se. I do backing instrumentals and vocals and what not.” Bowie was also one of those people who the minute he opened his mouth was unable to shut up. Over sharing was definitely one of his personality traits. “I work in music production mostly for a small record label. A mishmash of all genres.” It was supposed to be a foot in the door type thing but he had found himself relatively secure and didn’t quite have the confidence to push himself further.

Guessing had nothing to do with it but the familiarity in his features to his younger brother was the biggest clue. “Yes I was in his year at Hogwarts. Great bloke!” he reminisced. “I’d seen you around..” Did that sound stalkerish? He didn’t mean it like that, just that he was good with faces and a bit of a floater when it came to his social circles. “I’m Bowie Fisher. I was in Hufflepuff.” A fact that was likely glaringly obvious.

"Really?" Might have to forgive Denzel, perhaps its a part of his former Slytherin trait on judging by first impression. Though he didn't look unskilled, just the display of an accident took away the thought on their talents, so to speak. "Do you also do any song-writing? And which genres are your favorite?" Why he asked, "I'm a disc-jockey myself for a radio show when I'm not being a recording engineer. I mainly help create background beats and tuning voices.. and recommend talents on-air occasionally," Just something throw since the opportunity presented itself.

His younger brother certainly was a socialite. It seemed to be at every corner, Denzel came across someone who knew Dash. Denzel smirked at the thought of him being seen. If he thought hard enough he might be able to recall a Goldilocks resemblance among his younger brother's group. "Well, it's nice to meet you Bowie officially," As for his former house, "I was in Slytherin, one of the good ones, I guess," That was what he heard others say about him. "I graduated a couple years ahead of you, heard you got to spend your final year at Beauxbatons," Which he had been envious of at the time.

*Lottiepot* · 01-12-2024, 12:29 PM

The ‘really’ took Bowie aback for a second although he tried his best to disguise any surprise that might have touched his expression. Was there a particular type of look that screamed musician? Bowie’s long hair and beard often meant others assumed he was into rock but his fashion choices, bright and bold and not always in the best condition probably gave the hippy impression. “I like a bit of everything, whatever blends well with my voice and skills.” Like everything else in life, the thirty-year-old didn’t squeeze himself into a singular box. “I don’t think I have the showmanship to be a frontman, hence why I prefer to do the behind the scenes stuff.” Being on a radio show, talking highly about himself, it was just not his style. “I envy anyone who has the confidence to do so though, I think I’d get all tongue tied.”

Bowie had never bought into the whole stereotyping of the different houses. He’d been one of those teens who didn’t assign himself to a particular group of friends, a floater, a ‘true’ Hufflepuff he supposed. “I’ve never met a bad Slytherin” he chuckled. Perhaps it was just because he saw the best in everyone that he didn’t subscribe to someone being truly ‘bad’ without reason.

There was a brief flicker of confusion across Bowie’s face as Denzel commented about Beauxbatons. It might’ve only been a decade or so ago but it felt like a lifetime across his twenties. “Oh the mist! Yes it was.. interesting.” Strangely he had both the looks and the whimsy to fit into the students at Beauxbatons but his heart firmly remained at Hogwarts.

Charely Potter · 02-04-2024, 09:46 PM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

The ‘really’ took Bowie aback for a second although he tried his best to disguise any surprise that might have touched his expression. Was there a particular type of look that screamed musician? Bowie’s long hair and beard often meant others assumed he was into rock but his fashion choices, bright and bold and not always in the best condition probably gave the hippy impression. “I like a bit of everything, whatever blends well with my voice and skills.” Like everything else in life, the thirty-year-old didn’t squeeze himself into a singular box. “I don’t think I have the showmanship to be a frontman, hence why I prefer to do the behind the scenes stuff.” Being on a radio show, talking highly about himself, it was just not his style. “I envy anyone who has the confidence to do so though, I think I’d get all tongue tied.”

Bowie had never bought into the whole stereotyping of the different houses. He’d been one of those teens who didn’t assign himself to a particular group of friends, a floater, a ‘true’ Hufflepuff he supposed. “I’ve never met a bad Slytherin” he chuckled. Perhaps it was just because he saw the best in everyone that he didn’t subscribe to someone being truly ‘bad’ without reason.

There was a brief flicker of confusion across Bowie’s face as Denzel commented about Beauxbatons. It might’ve only been a decade or so ago but it felt like a lifetime across his twenties. “Oh the mist! Yes it was.. interesting.” Strangely he had both the looks and the whimsy to fit into the students at Beauxbatons but his heart firmly remained at Hogwarts.

If anything, Denzel likely imagined them to be the play-it-safe type. Or in this case, play-by-ear, as he heard Bowie talk about his specialty. And preference out of the limelight, "I get that, it's always a bundle of nerves before I go live each time," Denz could see why he was in Hufflepuff, with that level of humbleness "It helps having someone there to make it easy and light. I guarantee your tongue won't get tied after enough time with me," Adding a soft wink to Sir Goldilocks. He had that effect to make his friends feel comfortable. But were they friends now?

Given how that year turned out, it probably was an awkward thing for him to bring up. So Denzel cleared his throat nonchalantly, "So, how about that Quidditch game?" Or maybe he wasn't into sports, "What else has your interest?"

*Lottiepot* · 02-05-2024, 01:12 AM

Bowie was one of those people who took conversation to automatically assume that the other was friendly and engaging enough to want to continue the conversation. He was awkward in that sweet and strangely naive way, the sort that others could walk all over if they wanted to because he was so trusting and didn’t view any negative intentions. He was also the type who blushed lightly when a compliment, or in this case a wink, was sent in his direction. Denzel seemed to be achieving the opposite in that he was currently making the thirty-year-old mildly frazzled.

“I’m sure you can find far more interesting people to talk to than I..” He replied humbly, although he wouldn’t agree that humbleness was necessarily exclusive to Hufflepuffs. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing behind the scenes at the radio station, if that was something you were offering?” He’d understand if the answer was a no, he was just a stranger he’d met on the street after all. A very friendly stranger with a keen interest in the exact subject that Denzel happened to be employed in too.

The swift change in subject to a matter in which he knew far less about was unexpected. He blinked, expression a little like he’d been hit with Petrificus Totalus, whilst he mustered up all the Quidditch knowledge he had stored somewhere deep, deep in his noggin’. “I’m sorry but I know absolutely nothing about Quidditch” he admitted a little sheepishly. “I think they’re incredible sportsmen and women but you wouldn’t catch me up there.”

Charely Potter · 02-09-2024, 01:36 AM

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Bowie was one of those people who took conversation to automatically assume that the other was friendly and engaging enough to want to continue the conversation. He was awkward in that sweet and strangely naive way, the sort that others could walk all over if they wanted to because he was so trusting and didn’t view any negative intentions. He was also the type who blushed lightly when a compliment, or in this case a wink, was sent in his direction. Denzel seemed to be achieving the opposite in that he was currently making the thirty-year-old mildly frazzled.

“I’m sure you can find far more interesting people to talk to than I..” He replied humbly, although he wouldn’t agree that humbleness was necessarily exclusive to Hufflepuffs. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing behind the scenes at the radio station, if that was something you were offering?” He’d understand if the answer was a no, he was just a stranger he’d met on the street after all. A very friendly stranger with a keen interest in the exact subject that Denzel happened to be employed in too.

The swift change in subject to a matter in which he knew far less about was unexpected. He blinked, expression a little like he’d been hit with Petrificus Totalus, whilst he mustered up all the Quidditch knowledge he had stored somewhere deep, deep in his noggin’. “I’m sorry but I know absolutely nothing about Quidditch” he admitted a little sheepishly. “I think they’re incredible sportsmen and women but you wouldn’t catch me up there.”

Perhaps, he was overstepping a boundary. Denzel looked over his face, which seemed to tint on the red spectrum. Maybe he sunburns easily or perhaps.. nah, probably got on the shy side. Especially when the scale of humbleness seemed to tip in the direction of extreme, "Heey, don't sell yourself short there. You're plenty interesting enough to be on any show, not just mine," Denzel added. Blinking at the mention of behind-the-scenes, which flashed a different set of thought in mind, "Well, that can be arranged, if you don't have anything else important going on." It was a wonder he was being so generous of a Snake.

Merlin, Denzel sure was scoring on the overwhelming scale, wasn't he? As he lightly scratched the back of his own hair, "To be honest, I'm not up-to-date on the popular players these days. I mainly attend the games to entertain my own kids. They're still young, but love the excitement all the say." He could go on about his kids, but unless Goldilocks had some of his own or worked with them, he wouldn't dwell on another potential subject they didn't have much experience with. "So what else tickles your fancy?" If it was purely musical, that was fine with him.

*Lottiepot* · 02-19-2024, 12:03 AM

It wasn’t necessarily shyness or timidity that had caused his face to give away exactly how he was feeling but rather an internal acknowledgement of his lack of ability of forming a conversation without making himself out to appear a fool. An admission of his own awkwardness you could say without entirely meaning to do so. He liked to think he was good at conversation and he was in the sense that he could talk and talk about seemingly nonsense for hours and yet when a compliment was afforded towards him his brain neglected to communicate in the normal way and he flushed instead.

He was right in the sense that Bowie was entirely too humble for his own good. “I don’t believe that’s true. I mean I’ve not accomplished half of what others have done. I attended WADA and I just got stuck in this sort of loop without necessarily going anywhere.” He wasn’t sure where it was that he wanted to go yet either. The question of a behind the scenes tour was surprisingly easy to achieve. “Right now?” he questioned. “Or did you have a date in mind?” Either option the answer was likely to be yes.

He wasn’t sure why but Denzel’s admission that he had kids was slightly surprising. There was no reason that a guy in his thirties wouldn’t have offspring but perhaps it was the cool and carefree attitude that the other man was emitting that made him question otherwise. “You have children?” he smiled slightly. Bowie had nothing against children, in fact he acted a little like an over-excited child himself on occasion but they had not yet crossed his mind. Not that he had a partner to have children with yet, he was unintentionally working on that one. “I’ve always wanted to go to one of those big matches, like a World Cup type of experience just for the atmosphere of it all y’know?” Not necessarily for the game itself but to be amongst the buzz of the hyped up supporters.

Charely Potter · 02-22-2024, 12:57 AM

Oor perhaps he was mistaken all along. Denzel was stunned, to say the least. Not so much Bowie's downplaying their status but also their train of thought. Oh yeah, and that question. "A date.. is this your humble way of having me ask you out, Sir Goldilocks?" He couldn't help but smirk at the thought. He preferred to be direct, and if not. Well, he had a smooth way to change the subject, so he thought.

His kids, "I have two boys, 6 and 4 years old," Adding, "Been caring for them since my divorce few years ago," Though he had help, occasionally. It was his main priority overall, without regrets. "I take it you don't have any?" The imagine of miniature golden manes running around was challenging his usual poker face. "Well... maybe that can be arranged." Depending on his earlier response. "But getting a drink or bite to eat would sound better first, right?"

*Lottiepot* · 02-22-2024, 06:49 PM

As if Bowie wasn’t already socially inept enough, the minute those words came flowing out of Denzel’s mouth did his level on the awkward scale shoot sky high. The former Hufflepuff was notoriously bad at detecting shameless flirtation, he was the type who mistook it for friendliness and was completely naive even when it whacked him straight in the face. It made him incredibly easy to walk all over, should he meet the wrong person he could completely be taken advantage of.

Then came the nickname, one that he hadn’t heard before but he supposed there was some truth behind. If he wasn’t already all flustered, he certainly was now. “No I.. I mean I didn’t mean..” he spluttered, scratching at the back of his neck like a confused puppy and his cheeks flushing a fetching shade of cerise. Truthfully he had meant date as in a specific time and day and not in its other meaning. “I’d never intentionally force someone to ask me on a date.” Perhaps his humility held him back too much but he could never assume that someone found him interesting enough to do such a thing, let alone a relative stranger he had just met on the street.

A very handsome stranger admittedly and someone who could be just his type but there were far too many assumptions there to even think of that right now. For example, he said that he had children and well.. it took two to tango and for all he knew Denzel was already in a committed relationship. Except his next words stated otherwise and he couldn’t help a slightly relieved smile from gracing his lips. “Not any that I know of.” He softly chuckled quickly realising how bad that sounded. It had meant as a joke, something to lighten the current situation that had developed between them but he could see how it could be misconstrued. “I suppose I haven’t found the person yet” he confessed. Ordinarily others would probably question why Bowie found it easy to open up to others so quickly but he had always been that way. He was also that person who verbalised their inner thoughts to anyone willing to listen, hence the spiel over wanting to watch a World Cup match which suddenly turned into an offer of something that sounded very much like a date.

And as if on queue, his face turned that shade of pink and he wished that he had his hair fully down so he could hide behind his locks. “Are you now asking me on a date?” Denzel would HAVE to be straightforward with Bowie.

Charely Potter · 02-23-2024, 01:30 AM

Denzel may not typically be described as socially inept, though he did have a reputation of causing.. situations. As he wondered if the area raised up a couple degrees. Maybe he shouldn't be smirking at Bowie appearing to struggle with words.. but he didn't feel like not smirking. It was nice to see, in an amusing way and not an advantage-taking way. "Right... well. You don't have to do much to convince me on that, " As he admitted, he found his presence refreshing to say the least.

Not any that I know of, "Hah," Denzel chuckled. So he was humble but not down for the count, he liked that. Though he couldn't also say he hadn't found the person. His relationships usually were fine on parchment, but there was something else missing in general. That he wasn't in the mood to think too deeply over right here and then. "..I think this is where I'm supposed to tell you how you'll find the right person. But that'd be a cliche, wouldn't it?" If that his way to lighten the mood.

Denzel blinked. Oh yeah, he technically did that, didn't he? "Sounds like I did, didn't I?" Well, would he be turned down? Well, maybe he shouldn't think about that. "Would you like that? I wouldn't force you to accept." It would be a tad disappointing though if he said no.

*Lottiepot* · 02-26-2024, 09:14 PM

It wasn’t necessarily just Denzel that could leave Bowie tongue-tied but the way that he was smirking at him struggling with his words was certainly not helping with the situation. The former Hufflepuff also struggled with playful teasing and sarcasm, he was always concerned that he HAD caused offence or difficulties and the stuttering was his way of reassuring the other that no harm was meant. Not that Denzel seemed like the type to be easily offended, quite the opposite really. He looked like he was enjoying himself. “Oh! Well.. I..” He had nothing to say really other than to smile at him shyly.

Truthfully it wasn’t meant to be that kind of a joke but it had worked well in the situation anyway that he left it. He wasn’t anti-children anyway, he just hadn’t had the opportunity to have them yet which was quite fine with by him. “No no no, that wasn’t meant for you to feel sorry for me, I haven’t really been actively looking,” he chuckled. “I was concentrating on sorting my own life out before bringing someone else into the mess.” Arguably he still hadn’t completely sorted out his life but he was on the way to it. He also didn’t think he was a catch so wouldn’t blame anyone for not being interested.

Except Denzel clearly was and was wafting it directly into his face. His openness was appreciated but it did nothing to quell the flush that still hadn’t left his cheeks. He was kind of staring wordlessly for a minute whilst he thought his response over. “Yes. I mean sure.. if you were sure? I mean you don’t have to feel obliged to if you didn’t want to.”

Good one Bowie, so smooth.

Charely Potter · 02-27-2024, 12:57 AM

Though Denzel could easily stop smirking now. He wasn't going to stop. He had no reason to hide his true feelings. Well, there was one reason, but it wasn't on his mind at the moment. As his head then tilted in anticipation on Goldilock's reaction. It was cute, seeing someone look so taken aback by everything.

"That's refreshing to hear. Pitying isn't really my style," He admitted. There were special cases of course. And he didn't exactly say he wasn't worth the care, ahem. Yes. That was all he needed to hear to fully grin, "Well, yes... I would like to." Ordinarily, Denzel would've walked away with this amount of back and forth. But there was something different. Maybe it was true that sparks happen when you don't even try to find it.... but that was too sappy for him to think about right in this moment.

"You have any preference for food? I learned through one of my boys on how to accommodate for even the pickiest of eaters." Surprise venues worked better after knowing more about each other to keep the good vibes. Then he remembered just how humble Bowie presented himself, which got him still smiling, "Guess another way I could ask you. I'm not picky, so whatever you like eating, I'm down for without issue Sir Goldilocks." Being kind felt kind of nice here.

*Lottiepot* · 02-28-2024, 11:05 PM

If the smirking wasn’t going to stop then neither was Bowie tripping over his own words. It wasn’t even like he was usually this shy, he just never thought of himself as an object of admiration like that and the idea that someone was looking completely caught him off guard. That the other was so open and direct over it too was.. well it was something. Still it was a good thing considering Bowie often mistook flirting for other things and could get himself into all sorts of sticky situations.

Bowie didn’t pity others either but he was an extreme empath. “I’d never want others to pity me. I’m happy, I’m always happy. I’ve been pretty content where I am.” That wasn’t to say he wasn’t interested in the prospect, just that it wasn’t a matter of life and death for him.. yet. “I’d like that” the man smiled genuinely, the beam touching his eyes. It was seemingly out of the blue but he’d be a fool to say no.

“No I’m pretty easy when it comes to feeding” he chuckled. He liked any and all food just as long as it wasn’t totally bland. There had been a time before he found employment that he’d been living in a house share and relying on beans on toast for all his meals. If he was feeling particularly flush with the cash he’d even add on some grated cheese to the mix.

He turned over his shoulder to look at what restaurant or cafe looked the emptiest when the nickname came out and he almost choked on his own tongue. “Goldilocks?” That was a new one.

Charely Potter · 03-01-2024, 02:19 AM

Maybe it was a Slytherin trait to be so amused by the display of awkwardness. Maybe it wasn't. Well, it probably was since he had his own reason for enjoying it. But the idea of taking advantage wasn't on Denzel's mind at all if one were able to look into it. If anything, such thought was both familiar and a little on the overwhelming side.

"Well, that sounds good. You don't seem to be the type to fake it.. but if for some reason you don't feel happy anymore, I wouldn't be bothered seeing you in a different mood," Wasn't it a worry for the happy types to people please? He didn't care for people-pleasers ordinarily. They usually wanted something out of others in the end. But Denzel wasn't getting that type of bad vibe with him. It was almost.. pure. Enough time with others helped with developing a sense on the kind of vibes other gives him. And these were good vibes.

"You know, you make this kind of easy to do, asking out," Denzel said. "Not that I'm complaining, it's just... refreshing," And he wasn't putting it lightly. Until he paused realizing the nickname he blurted out. "Ah... it's not a bad thing. Just looking at your golden mane of hair," Suddenly it was his turn to feel a bit warm in the face. Usually, he owned up to nicknames no problem. Maybe he was worried about offending the bloke or maybe it was the weather. One could make an easy guess here.

*Lottiepot* · 03-03-2024, 10:24 PM

That was a surprisingly sweet thing to hear from the former Slytherin who seemed to enjoy making the former Hufflepuff blush. “You don’t have to worry about that, it’s extremely difficult to put me in a bad mood.” He couldn’t recall the last time he frowned. Having a tear in the eye was a different matter, the man was in touch with his emotions especially when it came to music from the heart. “But thank you, I appreciate that.” The corners of his mouth quirked up into a genuine smile.

Bowie was certainly easily influenced, that was for sure. He was also so laid back that he was almost horizontal, or perhaps it was more that he was such a people pleaser that he was happy seeing other people being happy and therefore would prioritise others interests and opinions over his own. “I’m a cheap date” he chuckled, maintaining that he had at least some shred of self awareness and wasn’t always a perplexed puppy. “I just like everything. I haven’t found a cuisine I don’t like and even if there was, I’m sure I’d be able to find something on the menu.” He was also the type to sit in silence and pretend he was enjoying his food rather than ever complain to the waiter.

The nickname wasn’t unpleasant, it was just surprising. “That’s a new one. Definitely an original” he chuckled.

HaRoHeGiNeLu · Yesterday, 05:12 PM

A nervous girl stepped out of Ollivander’s after purchasing a magic wand. A magic wand! The wand chose her! It was like something out of a storybook! Valerie would have thought for sure that having a wand in her hand would help this trip feel real, like it wasn’t just a dream, but it had the opposite effect. She just couldn’t believe the magic of it all! Surely this was a dream she didn’t want to wake from.

Flush-faced, she looked up at her mother who wore the same expression of awe. ”Right then,” Ms. Warren began, consulting the parchment of supplies in her hand, ”I suppose we should go get your….robes….”

Magic robes! Val and her mother looked in opposite directions up and down the street, wondering where on earth they’d find magic robes.

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