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sweetpinkpixie · 12-16-2020, 04:55 PM

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Originally Posted by NiallNIP

Confetti Popcorn.

Quinn thought that sounded pretty interesting. His aunt had told him of the strange delights of magical foods, but Quinn didn't really know what to expect. He found that to be the case with most of the things in Diagon Alley. No matter what he was told about anything he would find here, he never quite knew what he was getting into until he was into it.

His mother had given him a couple Sickles and Knuts to buy himself a treat while she shopped with his aunt. He roamed the stalls until he found something that caught his eye. It happened to be the fizzy popcorn from Confetti Popcorn. Soda and popcorn were both things that Quinn enjoyed, and he figured that it couldn't hurt to put them together, right?

Quinn got a small bag of the popcorn, just to try it out. He examined one for a moment before popping it in his mouth. He chewed for a second; then his face went funny. The taste of the popcorn itself wasn't bad, but the fizzing sensation was so far removed from the feeling of popcorn he was used to that it undermined his enjoyment. He swallowed, shaking his head and grimacing. He looked at this bag of popcorn he had no intention of eating—would throwing it away be a waste? He didn't like it. But he bought it. So... what should he do?

His robe fitting done and not wanting to wait and watch Aries', Atlas had asked mum if it was okay for him to grab something to snack on from the vendors. He had skirted around breakfast that morning, not feeling like having chocolate chip waffles because they reminded him too much of dad who would sometimes arrange the chocolate chips in a very specific formation to see if himself and his brother would notice. He hadn't had constellation pancakes for a couple of years now...he missed them. Though he tried not to kick up too much of a fuss mum wouldn't stress more. That was Aries' job...being the emotional one. Atlas had to balance it out.

He ... had to.

So he was pushing coins around in the palm of his hand while humming softly to himself without realizing it, pondering what he felt like having today when he spotted someone with a fresh bag of popcorn...but looking as though they had just stepped in a big steaming pile of dragon dung.

".........what are you making that face for?" he questioned, curling his fingers back in to his palm and clutching his own currency in his hand. "What flavor did you get?" Because he would be steering clear of that one. "If it's the pickle one...you should have known better anyway."

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