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Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head:
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Bernie had no business actually buying a beautifying potion, because 1) what did one do with such a thing? and 2) she was already beautiful enough, thank you very much. However, she was INTERESTED in what these things could do, and why (or if????) the older girls wore them???? And how they worked???? And so she had to check them out????? So Bernie put on her sparkliest earrings (they were new, thanks for noticing), her glitter-coated high tops, and her favorite sunnies, and flounced into the potions shop, trailing a bit of glitter on the ground as she walked.
She popped up beside a familiar face already in the shop and held back a loud SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! as she peeked at her through the other side of the shelf. Bernie didn't want to cause a scene, but she did let out a smaller, higher-pitched, "BECKYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!" EHEHEEHEHE look who was HERE! OMG!!!! Overwhelmed and feeling her head spin a bit, the fourth year found herself wishing she had come here with her mum. Mum was always so good and making her feel calm and comfortable. She also felt too shy to talk to mum about this sort of thing...mum was an effortless beauty. Daddy was always saying so. Maybe mum wouldn't understand after all... beautifying potions were, after all, effort and mum didn't need that.
Sighing a little in defeat, the Hufflepuff was returning the bottle to the shelf when she heard a tone that was almost an exclusive to her family's shiba inu in pitch. "Bernie? Berine!" she squeaked in delight as she spun on spot, her floral skirt twirling with her as she closed the little distance between them to give the younger girl a hug. "Ooooh...if I would have known I'd run into you today I would have brought your omiyage with me!" Quote:
Originally Posted by Mell So far Diagon Alley had not impressed Drew one little bit. It was cluttered and not entirely clean and there were a lot of unruly looking people around. France was a much nicer place. He missed living there, but his mother had married...again and they had to move...again. Of course he was old enough to live on his own but if he wanted to keep rolling in the galleons then he had to go where mummy went. For now anyway.
He placed his hand into his pocket and was immediately comforted by the sound of the galleons jiggling around. Ahhh it was such a wonderful sound. Drew ducked into one of the shops along the alley and wrinkled his nose at the sights and smells that assaulted his senses.
Moving further into the store, Drew bypassed the two young girls that were there and headed for the men's section. He picked up a box and read the label before letting out a snort of laughter. "Who in their right mind would want to grow a moustache?" It would be like having a hairy flobberworm sitting on top of your lip. She had just release the younger Gryffindor from her affectionate grip when an older boy walked by the pair of them...and her blush was instantaneous.
Oh.
Becky had never been particularly subtle, it was the Gryffindor blood running through her veins, and she leaaaaaaaan over to try and follow him with her eyes as he moved down the aisles and turned around the corner towards another section of the shop. Her gave a confused fluttered inside her chest and her large almond eyed blinked several times in rapid succession.
".....pretty."
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