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Ameh · 05-23-2016, 11:08 PM

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Originally Posted by Callie

If Jonas Loftbottom was being completely honest, he was just as excited to be here as the small, dark haired five year old attached to his hand was. Although, his excitement was a mixture of A) seeing the new place and all the changes that had been made, and B) ICE CREAM! He paused, taking in the new look and layout of the place.

The young girl was futilely trying to drag her father to the ice cream bar, and was seemingly being ignored for her efforts. Only the slight smirk upon Jonas' face betrayed him. "Daddy!"

"Alright, alright." He let himself be dragged over to the bar. The little girl hugged her stuffed Hippogriff to her chest, suddenly feeling a bit shy as they approached. Jonas rang the bell for service.

The problem with being the owner and... well, really the only employee of the store, at least currently, was that Zeph had to do everything himself. Normally that wasn't too huge an issue - spells kept the place tidy, cleaned up any spills, and helped to restock the tables and the ice cream bar. The issue arose, however, when it came to making the baked goods that were displayed in the case next to the ice cream.

He didn't trust spells to put those together, and so the bell on the counter and on the door was a necessary evil. If the first didn't catch his attention... well, the second was enchanted to fill the kitchen with its sound, so he would know there was a customer waiting. The only unfortunate thing was how often he was covered in flour or had chocolate powder or coconut cream smeared on his arms or face. Today there was a light dusting of cocoa on one of his cheeks, the byproduct of his being in the process of making some nice, warm, delicious brownies the moment the bell had gone off.

He emerged from the kitchen with a towel in his hands, wiping them hastily and brushing a bit of flour off his front as he stepped up to the ice cream case. The little one caught his attention immediately, and he tossed her a grin before looking at the man. Father? Most likely, right?

"Welcome to Florean Fortescues. What can I get for you today?"

05-23-2016, 11:08 PM	#3 (permalink)
Ameh DIMC Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ Quote: Originally Posted by Callie If Jonas Loftbottom was being completely honest, he was just as excited to be here as the small, dark haired five year old attached to his hand was. Although, his excitement was a mixture of A) seeing the new place and all the changes that had been made, and B) ICE CREAM! He paused, taking in the new look and layout of the place. The young girl was futilely trying to drag her father to the ice cream bar, and was seemingly being ignored for her efforts. Only the slight smirk upon Jonas' face betrayed him. "Daddy!" "Alright, alright." He let himself be dragged over to the bar. The little girl hugged her stuffed Hippogriff to her chest, suddenly feeling a bit shy as they approached. Jonas rang the bell for service. The problem with being the owner and... well, really the only employee of the store, at least currently, was that Zeph had to do everything himself. Normally that wasn't too huge an issue - spells kept the place tidy, cleaned up any spills, and helped to restock the tables and the ice cream bar. The issue arose, however, when it came to making the baked goods that were displayed in the case next to the ice cream. He didn't trust spells to put those together, and so the bell on the counter and on the door was a necessary evil. If the first didn't catch his attention... well, the second was enchanted to fill the kitchen with its sound, so he would know there was a customer waiting. The only unfortunate thing was how often he was covered in flour or had chocolate powder or coconut cream smeared on his arms or face. Today there was a light dusting of cocoa on one of his cheeks, the byproduct of his being in the process of making some nice, warm, delicious brownies the moment the bell had gone off. He emerged from the kitchen with a towel in his hands, wiping them hastily and brushing a bit of flour off his front as he stepped up to the ice cream case. The little one caught his attention immediately, and he tossed her a grin before looking at the man. Father? Most likely, right? "Welcome to Florean Fortescues. What can I get for you today?"