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Originally Posted by Samia  Eros wasn't a fussy guy. He was chill, ~game with anything~ --- but somehow when it came to his writing, he was a tad bit superstitious, because he simply had to have his special quill if he wanted to produce a good piece. So, when this evening the horror of not having ink for his special quill happened, he had dropped everything --- quite literally ---- and made his way to the Scribbulus shop.
And as usual, ink wasn't the only thing he was interested in as he browsed through the store, instead he filled up his basket with unnecessary parchment, which smelled nice, and new quills that would probably be kept inside a drawer never to be seen again.
Oh, and ink - lots and lots of ink.
Eyes falling on a pot of wax, the twenty four year old wondered if he should finally get it - maybe seal a few letters and surprise a few friends, he was so utterly lost in his train of thought that he obviously missed the thunderstorm brewing outside. It was a weird feeling. Being done with schooling forever. Yet despite it, the twenty-two year old entered the writing supply store perhaps of mere habit that day. Maybe she'd buy some quality pens now that she was working - send a few letters to some of former dormmates and check in on them.
She was going to make it quick though because she had been aware of the storm brewing outside, opting to wear some cute rainboots and impervius'ed her outfit. No umbrella because if it was lightning she didn't want to get struck.
Moira's eyes glanced from the pots of wax to the wizard before her. "It's going to storm." She said aloud, unsure if he was even paying attention.
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