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Atticus's Attic First & Secondhand Music ShopExplore the music, both magic and mundane, and maybe create some of your own. Who knows what new sounds you might find?
The most important area of the shop is also the largest and usually most jam-packed. Wide metal tables take up the majority of the shop, each one laden with albums both old and new in various forms. There are so many tables that they are very carefully set up to just barely allow enough space for customers to walk past each other in the makeshift aisles. The tables, while regularly fixed to the floor, have the added benefit of being able to be banished to the back room by the shopkeeper to open up the floor space for shows and events. Unfortunately, this means that with each visit, you may find yourself searching for the table you wish to find, as it could turn up in a different area each day.
All types of recording media can be found on these tables - some are full of records, their jackets carefully arranged to be flipped through without damaging the vinyl within. Others are stacked with cassette tapes, the spines of their plastic casings turned upward to display the names of bands and albums. More still bear old compact discs in their jewel cases, in mint condition unless labeled otherwise. While not as plentiful, 8-track tapes and shellac records can also be found as well; the appropriate devices to play all of these things, paired with large over-ear headphones, can also be found at each table.
While a great many of the tables are dedicated to well-known Muggle recording formats, a fair amount of them are also dedicated to "item albums" as well. Small boxes bearing a band and album name litter these tables, stacked together haphazardly; inside are items the size of a knut, varying in colour and shape dependent on the box's label. A single tap with a wand will cause the album to begin to play aloud; should one choose to, the album can also be stuck behind the ear to be played privately, so as to not disturb others.
Feel free to browse and sample music from bands both new & old, Muggle & Wizard. Just remember - you break it, you bought it, and some of the items could turn out to be fairly pricey.
Beth honestly didn’t mind talking to this guy, he seemed nice…and maybe he was her age? That would have been a plus because really she wanted friends that were close to her age and not creepy. Some of the people she had seen in this town were creepy which really, she was going to tell Q everything about this…it was I N T E N S E to say the least.
Beth flipped through more of the albums around her occasionally looking up at the boy she was talking to. When Edmund (as she had just learned was his name) spoke about the music he leaned towards she couldn’t help but grin, softly, but grin none the less. ”I like those too, yeah…there are a lot of obscure wizard bands and all of them have weird names like Acromantula?...who’d name their band after a spider that’s nearly six feet tall when full grown?” she shrugged rolling her eyes for extra effect.
Oh he’d heard the song? ”oh cool – I know…I like old things well some old things I don’t like old people in the like-liking sense…that’s gross and wrong and creepy” oh merlin stop talking ”I also don’t like old gone by food that’s…disgusting” dear merlin please stop my mouth from moving? She took a moment and gave him a cool, calm, and collected smile. ”Kidding obviously except for about the food gone-by-food is disgusting and the scruge of the earth…but old music is great” she smiled softly at him when he asked about Hogwarts.
”yes it is!” she nodded at him and then she leaned closer over the display of albums, ”I seriously wonder why they named it Hogwarts…I mean it is in Hogsmeade but – why name a school after a warty hog? Warts aren’t cool they’re practically parasites” oh…Edmund, that was a cool name.
”oooooh that’s a colorful one!” she smiled at him, ”and I like the name, you’re name it’s cool…not the music, I don’t think I’ve ever heard it…I’ll have to give it a listen” with a pause she asked ”muggle synth pop? Right…were I mean are you from a muggle non-magical family? If so, congrats y’know on being magical” she grinned at him – he seemed nice. Maybe she'd even consider being friends with Synth-pop boy.
Ed found himself smiling, as he talked to Beth. She seemed nice, and it was good to talk about something that was normal. Or at least half way normal, until she started talking about giant spiders. That was both alarming and pretty awesome.“No way, do those things really exist?” This new weird world of magic was apparently a lot more than doing magic tricks. “And you know normal bands have weird names. After animals, there's what, that really old one the Eagles, and one the Beetles, right? And you know, I bet there is even a band named Ham Sandwich., or Mutton Chop.” People just did really weird things with band names.
The poor boy wasn't entirely sure what to say when the girl started babbling on about old things. It was getting a little uncomfortable, but he cracked another smile, and tilted his head towards where the shopkeep was standing. “You mean old people like him?” he said, thinking it'd make for a better joke if he was old old, like his grandpa, not just old. “I don't know, he might tell you about all sorts of old music he likes.”
He nodded along with her. Hogwarts, he really need to remember that. “It is a weird name, but I guess magic people name everything like that.” After all, they had already exhausted all the strange names they named bands. “Parasites? I thought they were just weird skin things people got.” They weren't ticks or anything.
“yeah,” he said looking down at it, studying the cover, taking her talking in. He didn't know what could be considered cool about his name. It was just a normal name after all. “Uh, thanks, I guess, and yeah, its really cool, its like, uhh,” Quick math here and he looked at it again. “Wow, over 70 years old. I can't believe this thing still exists.” He looked back up at her questioningly. “Muggle? Um, whats that? And ahh, yes, non-magical. I mean, no one in my family can do magic, so yeah. What about you?”
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hmm...He'd never heard of Taylor Swift? Must not have spent much time in the muggle world. "I'm not sure you'll like it. I mean, she tends to divide opinions. Why not give it a go? What's the world that could happen?" Smiling now, he was so tempted to call him Swifty again. I mean, you don't get to choose your nickname. In all honesty, Swifty wasn't the worst nickname either. He'd been called worse.
"You can tell me and find out?" Smirking. He looked at the boy now. What was he going to do next...
Now, Brody was familiar with just a few Muggle bands and singers. It wasn't as though Lucas and Tallie had raised him to not be aware of that world. They had encouraged him to take an interest but the truth was, he hadn't been too keen on it. He shrugged and grabbed at random one of the CDs. It happened to be 'Fearless'. "If this is terrible or she sings purely about love, I'm finding you and shoving this in your hands.'' Brody waved the CD at Ewan.
"Anyway. I have to get going. I see my Uncle is done chatting.'' Sure enough, there was Lucas waving to get his nephew's attention. "See you around.'' Without another word, the future Slytherin disappeared to pay for his selection.
Simon had not long since been back in town before he found himself sidling to his favourite spot in the alley. Music was something he wished he had a talent for, but seeing as he did not, he listened to it with great fervor instead. Moving to the rock section of the vinyl gems he began to carefully flip through, looking for nothing in particular really. Just sometimes you had to wait until the music found YOU. Or something like that.
The dark haired man only paused now and then to pick one up and turn it over to read the tracks or some such. Or to occasionally brush a hand over his somewhat unruly hair. It was quite relaxing to be here in this familiar place if only for another half hour or so before he headed back to the office and out into the hustle and bustle of the alley in summer.
He was certain there was nothing much worse than the Alley in summer, either, All those sticky kids running about with no sense of decency or personal space. It was infuriating, really. Couldn't they restrict the hours in which they were ALLOWED to bother the grown ups? Pft. Kids were for the birds, he thought as he picked up one last album and flipped it over to scan the opposite side.
BINGO! He had found one he liked. Today was probably not going to be as bad as he had thought! Or one could hope, anyway!
This was needed – truly, it felt to Logan like she hadn’t had a break in a decade. It hadn’t been a decade, she was far too young for it to have been a decade already but it felt like that. The blonde ran a hand through her hair as she made her way into the store and over to the music tables.
This wasn’t her usual place, the music shop. Well, it wasn’t her place in the summer. The only place she seemed to frequent in the summer was the small coffee shop before her flat or work. Work, it was always work.
Every time she saw the kids though, she’d look up at them and make sure to take in as many details as she could…for work, all because of her boss’ new edicts about the happenings in the city. Kidnappings. Great time to send your kids freely into the city without supervision when people were still getting nabbed…without the kids it would be easy, there wouldn’t be any work even.
Well there still would be but there would be less. Looking up across the table she couldn’t help but smile when she saw the album in his hands. ”is that one good? I’m trying to find one that’s an escape from…well, work?” did she dare say the rest – an escape from diagon alley in the summer? Because that’s what it was.
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This was needed – truly, it felt to Logan like she hadn’t had a break in a decade. It hadn’t been a decade, she was far too young for it to have been a decade already but it felt like that. The blonde ran a hand through her hair as she made her way into the store and over to the music tables.
This wasn’t her usual place, the music shop. Well, it wasn’t her place in the summer. The only place she seemed to frequent in the summer was the small coffee shop before her flat or work. Work, it was always work.
Every time she saw the kids though, she’d look up at them and make sure to take in as many details as she could…for work, all because of her boss’ new edicts about the happenings in the city. Kidnappings. Great time to send your kids freely into the city without supervision when people were still getting nabbed…without the kids it would be easy, there wouldn’t be any work even.
Well there still would be but there would be less. Looking up across the table she couldn’t help but smile when she saw the album in his hands. ”is that one good? I’m trying to find one that’s an escape from…well, work?” did she dare say the rest – an escape from diagon alley in the summer? Because that’s what it was.
He had, of course, been lost in his own thoughts and musings when he heard a voice across the table from him. Looking up from the album in his hand he offered a slight smile and a nod. "Yeh, it really is. Have you ever heard of the Arctic Monkeys? Really old Muggle band from the early 2010s or so. I quite enjoy their music still, though. These new Wrock bands and Muggle bands alike don't know what good music is." Especially some of the horribly entitled rich Wiz Kids that had started bands with their Mummy and Daddy's money and influence to back them. That "music" really just turned his stomach more often than not.
Of course he was too much of a gentleman to delve too much into his opinions on those matters.
Heh.
Giving the woman a quick glance over he couldn't help it really, he smiled more genuinely now. After a moment he offered her the album over the table. "If you want an escape from the here and now I reckon there is nothing better than what has been deemed ancient rock, I reckon." A slight chuckle escaped him, a gravelly sort of nature to it. "What kind of music do you tend toward then?" Might as well make conversation with a pretty lady... twas a right sight better than having to dodge sticky kids with no taste in music, wasn't it?
Ellie decided as long as she was here, that she might as well go into the music shop. It wasn't on her needed supply list, and she still had many important things to buy, but the eleven-year-old wanted a break from all of the excitement that was being thrown at her. Music always helped her re-energize and focus, so it made sense. And besides, this was way more fun than shopping for the actual important supplies she actually needed for actual academics. She could focus on that in a little bit.
She almost wished that her friends were here to help her pick as well, though she kind of liked doing it alone. It was her first real adult experience, her first real adventure. Ellie supposed doing it alone also made it a cooler experience like she was fully embracing the new adventure ahead. Goodbye, tennis camp. Hello, cool new school.
Besides, she needed to stop dwelling on it. They were going to be there later. She could always get the gossip when she went back home. It didn't matter at the moment. Ellie was going to miss them, sure, but she wasn't going to miss the annoying summer reading lists or the literacy tests, or the bad lunches. Tossing her thin brunette hair over her right shoulder, she hunkered down and continued looking, hoping to find something good. This wasn't productive to her main objective, but it was some type of productivity. She was procrastinating so hard at her ACTUAL responsibilities that she was being way more productive at the things she didn't need.
He had a nice smile, that was what she thought the moment she saw it. It was nice, it was real, it honestly seemed like he was a happy person and merlin did Logan like happy people. ”I think my cousin would love you for saying that…and I mean, its true” she paused for a moment her hand teaching out for the offered album. ”…I’ve learned a lot of the WROK bands have knocked off some older music like they don’t think we’d get it that it’s a really old muggle song.” she shrugged and grinned over to him before reaching down and thumbing through the albums until she found one that she knew.
”I’ve listened to this one before – my cousins’ husband introduced me to them.” she explained with a smile she handed it over, ”it’s the remaster from the mid-2010s…my favorite one is Sweet Jane” yeah, there was something about it – the quiet slow tempo of the song that she enjoyed. Still, maybe it was that she enjoyed the old British punk scene a bit – because wasn’t that what The Velvet Underground really was?
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Koen had no idea what he was looking but he would know once he found it. Sometimes it was like that with music. A certain note or a particular beat could dance around in his head for days without him knowing where it came from. All he knew was he wanted something new, fresh, a different sound that he hadn't heard before. Perhaps something he could learn to play on his guitar or maybe even the drums since he was home for the summer.
The almost sixteen year old moved one of the boxes aside to gently pull another forward in order to look through the albums inside. So far he had gone through half the items on the table and nothing. He had found an album his little siblings would like though, kids songs or whatever sung by other kids. Keighley would likely enjoy that the most being the youngest of the three.
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Patrick had wandered down the street and ended up at the music shop. He loved music, he was also trying to branch out and listen to more things wizard since his friends did. Yet he was still a huge fan of the super old rock music of years past. It was hard for him to describe exactly what the early emo/pop/punk music did to his soul and how well it fit his moods often.
He thumbed through some of the music looking at everything around him and taking in the scenery. He was going to enjoy window shopping the music. Even if that did feel a bit unorthodox to do at a music store.
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Patrick had wandered down the street and ended up at the music shop. He loved music, he was also trying to branch out and listen to more things wizard since his friends did. Yet he was still a huge fan of the super old rock music of years past. It was hard for him to describe exactly what the early emo/pop/punk music did to his soul and how well it fit his moods often.
He thumbed through some of the music looking at everything around him and taking in the scenery. He was going to enjoy window shopping the music. Even if that did feel a bit unorthodox to do at a music store.
Maeve hadn't a clue about music, if she was being honest, but as she was fourteen (and a half), she figured she ought to at least make an attempt to get into some of the wrock bands her peers were always talking about. Might help her to keep focused on reading and studying more, given she wasn't a quidditch player.
The blond popped into the shop, wondering if they were samples that she could listen to or maybe a familiar face she could ask for advice. Did one of the Emma Ds listen to music? Anahera probably listened to all the cool artists, but she was pretty much the girl next door to be envious over. Where were her dormmates when she needed them?
Oh there was a vaguely familiar boy who was about her age? Maeve watched him a moment, trying to recall his name .... and house ... Tilting her head casually, studying him.
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Maeve hadn't a clue about music, if she was being honest, but as she was fourteen (and a half), she figured she ought to at least make an attempt to get into some of the wrock bands her peers were always talking about. Might help her to keep focused on reading and studying more, given she wasn't a quidditch player.
The blond popped into the shop, wondering if they were samples that she could listen to or maybe a familiar face she could ask for advice. Did one of the Emma Ds listen to music? Anahera probably listened to all the cool artists, but she was pretty much the girl next door to be envious over. Where were her dormmates when she needed them?
Oh there was a vaguely familiar boy who was about her age? Maeve watched him a moment, trying to recall his name .... and house ... Tilting her head casually, studying him.
Feeling someone looking at him Patrick glanced up. He spotted a girl with blond hair who looked about his age, he felt as if he should be able to pull her name from memory since he knew virtually everyone on the grounds. Yet for some reason he couldn't place her.
He looked away, a tiny bit afraid of being awkward. He had gotten used to his height and being tall for his age. He credited most of his confidence in his height to playing baseball this summer. It was teaching him about how to move and not look like a baby giraffe. With a quick glance to her he tried to place her again. His cheeks reddened with the idea of talking to her. He should just walk up to her and talk this out.
Koen had no idea what he was looking but he would know once he found it. Sometimes it was like that with music. A certain note or a particular beat could dance around in his head for days without him knowing where it came from. All he knew was he wanted something new, fresh, a different sound that he hadn't heard before. Perhaps something he could learn to play on his guitar or maybe even the drums since he was home for the summer.
The almost sixteen year old moved one of the boxes aside to gently pull another forward in order to look through the albums inside. So far he had gone through half the items on the table and nothing. He had found an album his little siblings would like though, kids songs or whatever sung by other kids. Keighley would likely enjoy that the most being the youngest of the three.
HAHA. Of course Matt got her a VOUCHER as a birthday gift. She bet all of that Auror training was kicking his bum and his brain had been all over the place lately. Anna thought that was HILARIOUS and didn't mind much anyway, as something from the Music shop was always a good thing to have.
Old school was her favourite, so the almost fourth year knew where to go as soon as she walked into the shop. She decided to bring her Pygmy Puff with her. He was a YEAR OLD that week - or at least... he had been given to her by Chase a year ago, so she just assumed the creature was around a year old too.
Anyhow, she was already looking through some old discs when she saw a hand pushing and pulling boxes near where she was. Looking up, she smiled when she recognised her ninja friend - heehee. "Hey there! Looking for the perfect soundtrack for our next training session, are you?" She asked, cheeky grin in place.
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Feeling someone looking at him Patrick glanced up. He spotted a girl with blond hair who looked about his age, he felt as if he should be able to pull her name from memory since he knew virtually everyone on the grounds. Yet for some reason he couldn't place her.
He looked away, a tiny bit afraid of being awkward. He had gotten used to his height and being tall for his age. He credited most of his confidence in his height to playing baseball this summer. It was teaching him about how to move and not look like a baby giraffe. With a quick glance to her he tried to place her again. His cheeks reddened with the idea of talking to her. He should just walk up to her and talk this out.
Maeve tilted her head casually around the tables as he took note of her presence. Yes, he recognized her, she was sure of it. She smiled and gave a small wave at him, before approaching.
"You ... play on the Slytherin Quidditch team, right?" She was pretty sure she recognized him from that. Because she wasn't a player herself but she was an avid supporter thanks to two of her dormmates plus Chase playing for Gryffindor.
Also, she totally didn't remember his name. Something with a P, maybe, Peter? Pedro? Eh, he'd tell her, hopefully, unless he ran out of the shop embarrassed?
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With sunglasses still resting on his nose, Chase flipped through a couple records as he pretended to be a very important person. All important people wore sunglasses inside, right? Like the great muggle actor whom had played Iron Man in the 2000s. Yeah he was cool. Ignoring the people who could have been throwing confused looks, he continued pursuing until it became much more difficult to read the songs on the back of the latest TDK album.
Blasted small font, he thought, as he lifted his sunnies and rested them on his hair. He didn’t have this one... Hmmm... to buy or not to buy that WAS the question.
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With sunglasses still resting on his nose, Chase flipped through a couple records as he pretended to be a very important person. All important people wore sunglasses inside, right? Like the great muggle actor whom had played Iron Man in the 2000s. Yeah he was cool. Ignoring the people who could have been throwing confused looks, he continued pursuing until it became much more difficult to read the songs on the back of the latest TDK album.
Blasted small font, he thought, as he lifted his sunnies and rested them on his hair. He didn’t have this one... Hmmm... to buy or not to buy that WAS the question.
Kamryn was looking around the music shop, her fingers delicately moving over the spines of some cds, she had a certain few artists in mind that she was looking for and so far she couldn’t find any of them! She sighed as she ran a hand through her long brown hair and her blue eyes fluttered around the store for a minute before the landed on a boy who, if she had met him earlier this year, would have made her heart flutter wildly.
But, thankfully no one had known of her feelings for him, and now she got to be confused about Frankie. Whom she was pretty sure liked Anahera and not her, such was her luck wasn’t it? It was a good thing she told no one of her feelings and suffered in silence. That was always best yeah?
She looked down for a moment, taking a beat to steady herself and to make sure the aforementioned organ was indeed not pumping wildly.
Thankfully it seemed like she was all right, and so she moved towards Chase with a warm, if not slightly hesitant smile. “Hey Chase. ” She said in a soft voice.
Max Barton Anderson-Belfort hated Diagon with a capital H A T E. There were few places the 10-year-old felt comfortable (his home, the Barton home, Damien's place, the glen near his house, Joshua Tree- basically anywhere where there was more nature than people) thanks to his nervous disposition and lack of social engagement, but Diagon took the metaphorical cake with it's rushing crowds, loud noises, strange artifacts and the promise of an unnerving future.
He had been dragged here by his parents and Damien. Dragged, squirming and whining only to be told time and again that today was special. a rite of passage every witch and wizard had to go through and Max would be sad one day if he missed it.
They didn't take it into account that he might be sad today or his fears. The wand chose the wizard, he knew that very well - Thank you, Ollivander biography - what if no wand chose him? What if they all decided he wasn't magical enough, or clever enough, or brave enough or resourceful enough, or funny enough, or determined enough or cool enough or-
Or anything enough.
He was no Damien.
He was no Barton.
and Max was okay with that (maybe), so why couldn't his family let him live out his life quietly like he wanted? Max wandered aimlessly through the music shop, asking himself this question over and over again with his hand tight around his inhaler and his eyes soaking up every bit of this new environment. the young boy had dashed away from Damien while the young man had gotten caught up with an old friend and this... music shop had been the first place he'd ducked into.
It was, ironically quiet for a music shop and not very busy and that was just how Max Barton Anderson-Belfort liked it. Quiet, mostly devoid of people and full of interesting things.
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Max Barton Anderson-Belfort hated Diagon with a capital H A T E. There were few places the 10-year-old felt comfortable (his home, the Barton home, Damien's place, the glen near his house, Joshua Tree- basically anywhere where there was more nature than people) thanks to his nervous disposition and lack of social engagement, but Diagon took the metaphorical cake with it's rushing crowds, loud noises, strange artifacts and the promise of an unnerving future.
He had been dragged here by his parents and Damien. Dragged, squirming and whining only to be told time and again that today was special. a rite of passage every witch and wizard had to go through and Max would be sad one day if he missed it.
They didn't take it into account that he might be sad today or his fears. The wand chose the wizard, he knew that very well - Thank you, Ollivander biography - what if no wand chose him? What if they all decided he wasn't magical enough, or clever enough, or brave enough or resourceful enough, or funny enough, or determined enough or cool enough or-
Or anything enough.
He was no Damien.
He was no Barton.
and Max was okay with that (maybe), so why couldn't his family let him live out his life quietly like he wanted? Max wandered aimlessly through the music shop, asking himself this question over and over again with his hand tight around his inhaler and his eyes soaking up every bit of this new environment. the young boy had dashed away from Damien while the young man had gotten caught up with an old friend and this... music shop had been the first place he'd ducked into.
It was, ironically quiet for a music shop and not very busy and that was just how Max Barton Anderson-Belfort liked it. Quiet, mostly devoid of people and full of interesting things.
Today's exploration of Diagon Alley saw him in the music shop again, but this time Józef steered VERY clear of the band merchandise tables. As much as he longed for some magazines and a t-shirt (or twelve), he was NOT risking the same thing happening again, knowing he'd probably get caught this time and getting caught was the definition of uncool.
So he'd stolen borrowed some from Flynn and tried to do some research as best he could and now he was HERE in search of the Dead Kneazles, and a bunch of Muggle bands whose names he had scribbled onto his hand.
But Jó was distracted by another kid, who he guessed to be about the same ages as himself, across the other side of the table. A kid who not only looked his age, but also looked - cue stage whisper - kinda like him.
And so staring ensued.
Lots of staring was happening. Staring at kid, oblivious to his discomfort.
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Maeve tilted her head casually around the tables as he took note of her presence. Yes, he recognized her, she was sure of it. She smiled and gave a small wave at him, before approaching.
"You ... play on the Slytherin Quidditch team, right?" She was pretty sure she recognized him from that. Because she wasn't a player herself but she was an avid supporter thanks to two of her dormmates plus Chase playing for Gryffindor.
Also, she totally didn't remember his name. Something with a P, maybe, Peter? Pedro? Eh, he'd tell her, hopefully, unless he ran out of the shop embarrassed?
He continued to watch her when he noticed her waive. What was her name again? He swore it was Margret, Maile, May? He could-- oh she was talking to him. Time to start paying attention.
"I do. You too? I swear I know you from school I swear." His southern accent came through a bit with the nerves as he waited to see what her name was. Or he should just tell her his. "Patrick by the way." He waived his hand at her like he was some kind of child following directions from an ear piece in his ear. Goofy.
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Kamryn was looking around the music shop, her fingers delicately moving over the spines of some cds, she had a certain few artists in mind that she was looking for and so far she couldn’t find any of them! She sighed as she ran a hand through her long brown hair and her blue eyes fluttered around the store for a minute before the landed on a boy who, if she had met him earlier this year, would have made her heart flutter wildly.
But, thankfully no one had known of her feelings for him, and now she got to be confused about Frankie. Whom she was pretty sure liked Anahera and not her, such was her luck wasn’t it? It was a good thing she told no one of her feelings and suffered in silence. That was always best yeah?
She looked down for a moment, taking a beat to steady herself and to make sure the aforementioned organ was indeed not pumping wildly.
Thankfully it seemed like she was all right, and so she moved towards Chase with a warm, if not slightly hesitant smile. “Hey Chase. ” She said in a soft voice.
Kamryn was beautiful. Those were the three words that crossed Chase's mind when he glanced up to see her. He wished he still had his sunglasses on so he wouldn't have to worry about staring admiring her personality and just general loveliness. "Heya Kam!" he grinned and then found himself struggling for words to say next. He had so many questions to ask her- some of the personal nature and others of a friendly nature. She was a mate after all and he wanted to hear how things were. However he had a hunch that she had developed a hunch on Mr. Frankie- Lucas' friend who had kind of become Chase's acquaintance-friend.
"How's it going? What brings you here?" he asked before realizing his second question may have been quite abrasive. Of course she could be here, Chase. Don't be daft. Free country and all. He was about to correct himself but then decided that his inner voice was just over-complicating his words once again.
Where did that cool, cool confidence disappear to, Spenley?
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The playful grin was indeed there on his face when he lifted his gaze away from the current album he was checking out. "I might be but I'm not sure I could handle it if you got anymore pumped up due to the music," Koen teased right back. Anna was definitely an easily excitable girl and her enthusiasm during their training sessions never wavered. It was something he really liked about her.
"So what brings you in here? Looking for something specific or just browsing?" He glanced over at the boxes she was looking through as well. "Find anything good in those?" With as many boxes stacked on this table he hadn't made it over to the ones she was looking through. "How's your summer going? Keeping up with your training or am I going to have you work twice as hard once we're back at Hogwarts?" She was returning to Hogwarts, right?
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Kamryn was beautiful. Those were the three words that crossed Chase's mind when he glanced up to see her. He wished he still had his sunglasses on so he wouldn't have to worry about staring admiring her personality and just general loveliness. "Heya Kam!" he grinned and then found himself struggling for words to say next. He had so many questions to ask her- some of the personal nature and others of a friendly nature. She was a mate after all and he wanted to hear how things were. However he had a hunch that she had developed a hunch on Mr. Frankie- Lucas' friend who had kind of become Chase's acquaintance-friend.
"How's it going? What brings you here?" he asked before realizing his second question may have been quite abrasive. Of course she could be here, Chase. Don't be daft. Free country and all. He was about to correct himself but then decided that his inner voice was just over-complicating his words once again.
Where did that cool, cool confidence disappear to, Spenley?
Kamryn gave Chase a soft smile as he greeted her and she once again had to check herself for heart flutters. She was mostly pleased with the result, only a few. Good. Looks like she was almost fully over him! She knew he liked Maeve, and she was just a friend.
She was just glad no one had ever found out! She really was the suffer in silence type.
She ran a hand through her light brown hair as he spoke and shot him a warm smile. “It’s going all right.”, though if she was truthful things weren’t fully all right. She was nervous about going back to school after the Inferi attack, especially with her brother not being there. It really seemed like she had been the only one of her friends who had been involved with the attack! A few of them hadn’t even known it was happening!
“I’m looking for a few old albums of muggle music that I really like, I’m hoping to find a cd or two.” She said with a nod. “How are you? Anything you are looking for in particular?” She asked softly.
The playful grin was indeed there on his face when he lifted his gaze away from the current album he was checking out. "I might be but I'm not sure I could handle it if you got anymore pumped up due to the music," Koen teased right back. Anna was definitely an easily excitable girl and her enthusiasm during their training sessions never wavered. It was something he really liked about her.
"So what brings you in here? Looking for something specific or just browsing?" He glanced over at the boxes she was looking through as well. "Find anything good in those?" With as many boxes stacked on this table he hadn't made it over to the ones she was looking through. "How's your summer going? Keeping up with your training or am I going to have you work twice as hard once we're back at Hogwarts?" She was returning to Hogwarts, right?
Anna laaaughed out loud at his comment about him not being sure if he could handle her if the music got her too pumped. "Yeah, I'm not sure if you'd win a fight against me if the right soundtrack was playing. Good to know! I'll keep that in mind in case I need to teach you a lesson." She laughed some more.
When he asked her what brought her there, she held up the voucher her brother had given her. "This." She snorted. "Nothing specific, exactly, but I do like old school music, both Muggle and Wizard." The girl nodded, looking back at the content of the boxes in front of her. She pulled up an old vinyl of Celestina Warbeck and looked back at Koen. "How do you like some banshee screeching?" She asked, laughing again. "She's my cousin's favourite." Anna added, still laughing and shaking her head.
The Gryffindor flashed him the brightest of smiles when he asked her about her summer. "I won one of the broom races I did this time!" Proud of herself was an understatement, alright. "And!" Her smile played between amused and sheepish as she got ready to share the newest news. "Let's say I won't have to try out to make the Quidditch team this year." She chuckled. DID HE UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANT? Heeheeheee!
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Koen laughed as well. "Is that a challenge? See who can beat who while your favorite soundtrack is playing?" There was a hint of playfulness in his tone but there was also a touch of seriousness. Perhaps this was something they could test out this term. Add some music to their training sessions just for the fun of it and see what happens.
Ah, the ever famous gift card. He had gotten a few of those through the years. "Gift cards could be the only thing standing between a decent gift and something even your worst nightmares couldn't conjure up," Koen laughed. "Looks like we have about the same tastes in music." He had grown up listening to many different bands both Muggle and Wizard... and Hady's while she was in The Sirens. "Nah... I'm not a fan of anything that can make my ears bleed." He smirked at Anna.
"Did you? That's great, Anna!" He smiled patting her shoulder. She had worked so hard to fly in those races and to hear she won this time was really nice. And? Koen raised an eyebrow curiously. "You won't... how co-" Before he finished that question the answer dawned on him. The only way she wouldn't have to tryout for the team was if she was already on the team and the only way that could happen during the summer was if... "You made Captain?!" That had to be it!
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Koen laughed as well. "Is that a challenge? See who can beat who while your favorite soundtrack is playing?" There was a hint of playfulness in his tone but there was also a touch of seriousness. Perhaps this was something they could test out this term. Add some music to their training sessions just for the fun of it and see what happens.
Ah, the ever famous gift card. He had gotten a few of those through the years. "Gift cards could be the only thing standing between a decent gift and something even your worst nightmares couldn't conjure up," Koen laughed. "Looks like we have about the same tastes in music." He had grown up listening to many different bands both Muggle and Wizard... and Hady's while she was in The Sirens. "Nah... I'm not a fan of anything that can make my ears bleed." He smirked at Anna.
"Did you? That's great, Anna!" He smiled patting her shoulder. She had worked so hard to fly in those races and to hear she won this time was really nice. And? Koen raised an eyebrow curiously. "You won't... how co-" Before he finished that question the answer dawned on him. The only way she wouldn't have to tryout for the team was if she was already on the team and the only way that could happen during the summer was if... "You made Captain?!" That had to be it!
Anna's eyes twinkled with amusement. "I like that! We have to do it!" She said determined and yet with a chuckle. "I'll choose a song and then you choose another. We'll see if our songs help our performance." Her smile was all amusement but now she had decided they really did have to do it, so they HAD TO! Never mind she knew he was still a lot better than her, but STILL. She would kick his BEHIND kind of not really, but oh well, it'd be fun anyway.
The Gryffindor laughed at his comment about gift cards. "That's true. And now that I think about it, it's a good thing Matt gave me this instead of a random gift. The way his brain is at the moment, he'd probably give me a rubber chicken." She shook her head, looking somber all of a sudden... only to crack a smile again after a second or two. "He already given me one of those for my ninth birthday; I can't have that again." She laughed. Anna then raised her eyebrows in surprise when he said they had similar taste. "Really!? That's interesting. I wonder what you'll pick for our training." She gave him an amused yet teasing look. "It needs to be good, 's all I'm going to say." She added, laughing. She laughed even more at his comment about Celestina Warbeck. "I know! How do people even enjoy music with screeching banshees in the background!?" And she wasn't being dramatic. There were literal screeching banshees in the choir. How?? WHY? "I don't get it." She snorted.
"It is!!" The brunette beamed because of her broom race results. She watched him and chuckled as she could see the exact moment the sickle dropped. It was as if the words coming from someone else's mouth meant even more and she jumped up and down, flailing her hands in excitement when he said it. "I did, I did!" She could SCREAM! She HAD done a fair share of screaming already, so she didn't while inside a shop because she didn't feel like being kicked out just yet. "I couldn't belIEVE it! I got worried about Abra but then he told me he was still coming back to school anyway but as a prefect, so it's all good!" She blurted, beamed again as she stopped jumping.
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He continued to watch her when he noticed her waive. What was her name again? He swore it was Margret, Maile, May? He could-- oh she was talking to him. Time to start paying attention.
"I do. You too? I swear I know you from school I swear." His southern accent came through a bit with the nerves as he waited to see what her name was. Or he should just tell her his. "Patrick by the way." He waived his hand at her like he was some kind of child following directions from an ear piece in his ear. Goofy.
Oh so he recognized her too, but wait, did he think she played on the snake quidditch team?? She wasn't a quidditch player. At all. And the only reason she recognized him as a player was from going to the matches to watch Chase and Emma and Anna. Speaking of Chase, there was him over with Kam, whom she turned and gave a small wave to, although they seemed rather involved in conversation, so Maeve wasn't sure how much they would notice her. Or not.
Also, the goofy wave? She was plenty goofy with Chase so it didn't really phase her at all. "Probably classes. I'm a Gryffindor and I don't play quidditch. Just a supporter for my friends. Likeeee him over there? Chaser Chase." She grinned, in her own goofy way, still finding it amusing that he was placed as a Chaser given his name. "Maeve though. Fourth year. I think you are too, maybe?" He was kinda tall, so it was hard to tell. He could have been a fifth or sixth year for all she knew, but she was almost positive she recognized him from her sorting.
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