 you wanna fite? | 💚 nickleback 💚 | Uh, anyway.
Damien Anderson-Belfort was excited. Cautious, but excited. He hadn't been on a date in... a very long time and while he felt rusty, the former Gryffindor also felt kinda hopeful. It helped that he'd woken up today with a serious craving for some sweets.
It had taken a lot of restraint to keep from pulling on a suit, going instead for a well-tailored Tom Ford dress shirt, Gucci dress pants, a pair of Farragamo shoes and a moncler coat to top it off. Damien looked like money, because he was money.
and this money was... uh, er, late. Damien had lost track of time (clearly) but he was rushing through Diagon now as fast as his long legs could carry him- down the alley and past the peddlers and the closing shops until he could see Sugarplums and it's brightly colored interior. Panting, and grinning, Damien slowed as he approached Darej (he was pretty sure that was Darej).
"S-sorry I'm late, you wouldn't believe the traffic!" he joked, standing up straighter and pulling on his shirt collar. He peered around for a moment, gauging things before focusing on his blind date. "Hi." Damien breathlessly said, his voice colored with amusement.
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