She was SOOOO busy making sure that rude woman and her son kept stepping that Emm didn't realize Fifi was there until she'd taken the seat across from her. The look of defiance that had set in shifted quickly to delight at the sight of her friend then abject horror, all the in the space of a few seconds.

Cue the dramatics.

"Oh, Fifi!!" Emmerson threw her hands atop the table, forlorn and in obvious distress. "The shopping was fun at the start but now I get the feeling Mummy really will send me off come September!" It was the greatest travesty yet.

"We've gotten almost everything on the list now and Grandpa says he doesn't think she's joking. I don't know how much more tears I have left in me." But it was beginning to feel like a fool's errand. Tears, while effective on others, seldom worked on her mother, frustratingly enough. "What do I do?"

"Oh, Emm," Phoebe mimicked Emmerson's posture, although she was smiling at the dramatics. That sort of drama was good for Kizzy - kept things exciting - but Phoebe was her own drama. She didn't need more of it. "I think going to Hogwarts will be good for you. It might even be fun. What's the worst that can happen?"

And if Emm didn't go, then Kiz would be miserable. And if Kiz was miserable, then Teddy would be miserable. And if they were both miserable... that might ruin Phoebe's year. So Emm not coming to Hogwarts would directly impact Phoebe's inability to have a good year. No dice. Emm was going, no matter what. "I might come and pack you in my trunk."

"I'm glad you asked." Emmerson straightened, as if she hadn't been about to break into wild sobs and uncontrollable waterworks. A listening ear always had the magical way of bringing her back to proper composure. Emm clasped her hands before her on the table, prepared to explain in detail why this was a bad idea.

"I could go off, then when I'm gone, those people might come and take my mama again. What would I do then?? They won't owl me, you know. They'll let me stay at school thinking everything is fine for as long as they can." So, she obviously couldn't go to Hogwarts. She needed to stay home and protect her mother and be there with everyone else in case the absolute worse happened.

Emm pulled a face at her older friend. "I can't fit in your trunk. If you've got all this stuff I've got for school, I don't reckon you'll even have space for an extra chocolate frog."

But Emmerson had a better idea.

"Saaaayyyy, you're good at magic, aren't you?"

She was mistaken? Really? Reaaaaalllllly? Somehow, she had just simply imagined her older brother eating ice cream earlier? Shaking her head ever so slightly, the youngest twin rolled her eyes before answering “It must have been some other big-headed kid with long hair called Adam then” . Still, she was glad that he had at least tried to comfort her and not actually wind her up more like he usually did. “I…I guess you’re right. I mean, I just hope we can get the stains out” because she really did like this t-shirt and the pretty flowers on it.

Eying her brother for a moment, a small smile appeared across her face as an idea popped into her mind. “So…you know how you have enough money for an ice cream and have clearly NOT had ice cream already today” , the smile on her face spreading a little more now. “Could you buy your amazing, ice cream stained little sister another ice cream?” , her eyelashes flickering almost jokingly now for a moment until she burst out laughing. Turning back to Lukas, she simply nodded and wiped an invisible tear of laughter from her face before sitting down. “Thanks Lukas”. She knew tripping wasn’t her fault. If anything, it was his because he’d moved the chair out to sit on it but she didn’t mind.

“It’s okay. Dad knows I always end up messy covered in something or another” , smiling a little as she remembered the last time she’d got covered in mud washing one of the larger magical creatures back home. Briefly, her eyes flickered to his weird looking ice cream and then to Adam again. Did he not see she wanted an ice cream?

She wasn't sure if she should have bothered him at first. Perhaps he would have preferred the solitude. Perhaps he was mad at her for some reason. And yet when he said he wasn't waiting for a soul, she gave a small smile and nod when he asked for her to join her.

"Thank you," she slid into the seat opposite him. "You having a good summer so far? Can you believe we're going to be seventh years!" Really quite incredulous. It felt like just yesterday that she was sitting on the stool, with the hat debating on sorting her between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor and yet now....

A more solid version of a soda float. At the mention of bringing the rest of the siblings into this ice cream affair, Maya beamed. "We could have a birthday party here!" Maya exclaimed. If the weather was nice, they'd be able to get a table outside and have all sorts of balloons. Hopefully that would be allowed. "I bet Lisa would love it here." She could already see her sister running around playing make believe in a princess dress.

Did she feel slightly guilty at laughing at her brother when she saw his frown? Maybe just a little. Though she knew it was a fake, she also knew it wasn't fun to laugh at someone else's expense... especially if they were in pain. "Oh! I saw a chocolate frog flavor that looked like a good choice for next time," Maya offered. "But hopefully it doesn't have real frogs..." That would be a weird ice cream flavor... chocolate and frogs.

"Did it taste like a Red Hot?" Maya asked. She looked at the bowl yet again. It had been moved closer. How spicy could it be? "Yeah, Bertie Bott's mystery flavor ice cream cake in a magic ice cream parlor sounds like the best birthday ever!" Or maybe in a library? But she'd hate to damage any of the books if anyone was particularly messy... "I'm going to try it."

Determined, Maya wiped her spoon with a napkin once more and reached towards the supposed cinnamon flavored ice cream. Getting just a smaaaaaalllll little bite of it, she let the ice cream melt on her tongue before her eyes shot wide. "SPICY! SPICY!!!!!" Maya exclaimed loudly while laughing. She could feel tears coming to her eyes as her throat lit on fire. She opened her mouth and fanned it, knowing it wouldn't help but hoping anyways. Then like her brother, she took a huge spoonful of ice cream - not Bertie Bott's - and calmed down, allowing the burning to turn into a nice tingle of pumpkin.

"I would make room for you, kiddo," Phoebe was completely earnest. She would leave her clothes behind to get mailed later if she needed room in her trunk, and it was honestly surprising that Emm doubted Phoebe could get it done. Phoebe could get anything done, if she wanted it enough.

"I'm actually bad at magic, so thanks for bringing that up," she tucked her hair behind her ear before doubling down on her ice cream. Embarrassing. That's what it was to be barely competent at second year spells, miss an entire year due to memory loss, and be expected to perform at fourth year level. Awful. "But I think you could get your dad to do an Unbreakable Vow with you, right? Where he promises that he'll tell you if anything happens to your mum FIRST THING. Would that work?"

Emm went back to slumping against the table. Her mama would never let Fifi stuff her into a trunk, but at the same time...her mama wasn't looking to let her stay home regardless. Either way, she wouldn't win. "Daddy doesn't need to do a non-breakable spell. He thinks it's okay if I stay home and Yoyo might stay home, too, so we could have classes together like we used to." She missed her sister and her tears had been effective against her father.

Again, it was one Alexa Cambridge that stood in the way.

"And anyway I bet you're only saying you're bad at magic." No way Auntie Vivi would let her be bad at it for real. She was an Auror and knew a ton of spells and protected people. Fifi was full of hot air.

"I only wanted you to make an extra me, like a copy. Then you could walk with the copy onto the train and I could hide somewhere until the train leaves and my mummy would never have to know until it's too late. I wouldn't tell her you helped and if you're so bad at magic, maybe she wouldn't believe me even if I did snitch. You've got nothing to lose."

And Emmerson had much to gain.

"Yoyo CAN'T STAY HOME." Phoebe was DONE with the dramatics. Well, no, she was done with the tiny one being dramatic and now it was her turn. She slammed her hands on the table and considered just flipping the entire thing over in a rage. RAGE. "I need her at Hogwarts. I'm going to... where is she? Right now? Where is she right now? NOW?"

Okay, do not flip the table. Do not rage through the ice cream shop. She did toss her cup on the ground, though, but thankfully, it was already empty. "I am bad at magic, honestly, and while this plan is genius, I can't help you with it. And I won't, because I want you both at school with me. I insist on it. Period."

The little girl's eyes widened to the size of saucers and she startled and the sudden slamming of Fifi's hands against the table. Hadn't been expecting that. Hadn't expected the sudden explosion of feelings and demands. "I...I don't know.....at her mum's maybe. We won't see each other until the end of the week when we go to Daddy's." Emmerson took in her friend, her own dramatics dying down in the wake of this...this...well she didn't know what this was anymore.

"You'll have a harder time convincing her. Her mummy isn't trying to force her to go after Daddy said we don't have to." Emmerson was the one without any real choice despite her loud protests.

Emm watched the cup get flung to the ground, not remembering a time Phoebe had ever gotten cross with her. "Will you hate me if I stay home? And never ever EVER talk to me again?" Would the rest of her friends? She hadn't thought that far ahead. Never thought others would be angry.

Oooohhh, a birthday party was a good idea! "Hey!! Why don't we ask Mom and Dad about coming here for Noah's before he and I leave for school!? We could even surprise him and invite some of his friends!" If he could figure out who his friends were before end of summer and his brother's birthday, that was. So far he only knew Noah had a girlfriend but he couldn't even remember her NAME. So... that would be a dead end. "Lisa would definitely love it. She might try to talk us all into buying her ALL the flavors." And she might actually succeed with Noah.

He wasn't at all actually offended by her. He might have laughed too if the situations were reversed, because he assumed his face really DID look kind of funny. Chocolate frog was apparently supposed to be good! "I might try it next time!" He grinned at her, before chuckling at her next statement. "That was my first reaction too! I have a friend who told me though Chocolate frogs are really JUST chocolate but like... they have a charm on them so that they can try to jump away. It's not a real frog." He'd been very, very concerned at first just exactly what kind of snacks magical people ate.

"Kind of. But like, if you ate a whole giant handful of them all at one time." He'd done that before. It had not been pleasant. "...Tell me now that that is NOT what we should do for Noah's birthday cake if we throw him a party." Because while he was not much of a practical joker, that idea sounded too good to really ignore.

His smile that was previously on his face faltered a little when she went for the ice cream, and his eyes widened at her reaction. Yes, she was LAUGHING, but she was also CRYING and he felt guilty for encouraging her to try it! She did look a little funny sitting there fanning at her mouth, but STILL brother guilt. He was about to tell her to go for a different flavor when she shoveled some pumpkin in her mouth and he gave a small sigh of relief. "Soooo... definitely skip the Bertie Bott's next time?"

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Manners were not something Kinsay was concerned about at the current moment. In fact, manners were not something she frequently thought about at all. The only times she called them to mind were when daddy would remind her, but even then she did not usually climb onto tables whilst wearing shoes. She likely wouldn't make a habit of this either, but she was a little girl hyper-focused on a task. In other words, until she could find a way to open the umbrella, Kinsay James could not be stopped.

The eleven year old frowned as she lifted the corner of the umbrella even higher and stuck her head under. Hm. This would be harder than she thought. There was only one feasible option here and it was to TUG. Giving the umbrella a pointed look, she grabbed a fistful of the fabric and began tugging with all of her might. Biting on her tongue and leaning back to add more--CLICK! There was a click! She HEARD it!

Only the delight that had registered on her features did not last any longer than two seconds because that's all it took for her to realize that the click had not come from the umbrella afterall, but was instead the sound of an old-school camera. One that was being operated by none other than cousin "COOPER!!"

Yup. She was squealing.

In any other circumstance she would have run to throw her arms around him in a kizzy-cuddle, but as it was she was still stood on the table. The tiny blonde did throw her hands into the air though, as a consolation. Maybe he knew how to fix this umbrella. He could fix old cameras into new, so obviously he had experience with making complicated things work like they were supposed to.

"That's my name so don't wear it out," he grinned with cheeky sort of wink reserved for the likes of herself and maybe a small handful of others. His attention migrated from his cousin to the camera and eventually the little polaroid that ejected itself with another pleasant click. Carefully removing it, Cooped held it in his palm while slipping in to one of the unoccupied seat at the table she was standing on. "You'll need to sign this one too. And write a message on it or add some doodles on the white bits." Another for his collection dedicated to the year 2102. He was really going to have to ask dad to get him more film so he could continue to take pictures at Hogwarts and feed his shoe box.

The picture developing fairly quickly under the rays of the sun, the 13-year-old glanced back at Kizzy with an arched brow and duck lipped expression. "What are you doing on that table anyway? You know I'm a better dance partner so you should have just asked me." He only had two left feet every ten steps or so, otherwise he did a decent enough job. Looking down again at the photo he had taken, and looking quite pleased with himself for the composition and adorable look of concentration he had captured, he then pulled from his pocket a couple of muggle Sharpies in various colors and set them on the table beside the picture for her to use...while also adding his own caption: Kizzy trying to dance with a table umbrella.

Maya nodded her head quickly in response to Evan's suggestion for it to be for Noah's upcoming birthday. Then tilted her head slightly in thought. "Have you met ant of Noah's friends?" Since Evan was going to the same school, she thought it would be nice if Noah introduced him to some people. That way Evan would go in with people looking after him. Maya didn't know too much about Hogwarts but she knew it was big. There was no way just Noah would be able to keep an eye on Evan in a school so large. And what if they weren't in the same house things? Maya suddenly felt a bit nervous about Evan going off to the magic school without her. She pushed the thoughts to the side and put a smile back on her face at the mention of Lisa trying to get all the flavors. "She can't have too much ice cream! If she does, we won't say we got it for her," Maya giggled.

She was relieved to hear that chocolate frog ice cream didn't actually contain an actual frog. But chocolate that would jump away? "That sounds like a very inconvenient sweet." No, Maya liked it when her chocolate didn't jump away from her. Not that she had chocolate often. "Do they have other sweets like that?" Did people with magic like chasing after their hard earned candy? Maya had many questions and hoped her brother had all the answers.

"I'm not going to say no," Maya said, a little glint in her eye when her brother questioned the birthday cake for Noah. "Should we tell him about the party or should it be a surprise?" She wondered if her parents knew what Bertie Bott's were. If not, then her plan would work swimmingly. That would be a prank cake of course, a small one just for everyone to laugh. They could have a real cake on standby in case the flavor was something like cinnamon again.

Maya kept eating her pumpkin fizz ice cream, getting rid of the cinnamon taste in her mouth. "No more Bertie Bott's for us. We'll have to try everything else though." But not all at once.

Weeeeeell, that was definitely when where they hit a snag. "Ummm. He tried to mirror his girlfriend to show me how magical mirrors work," and he may or may not have insinuated the girlfriend was made up. "But.. I was so focused on the magic of it I couldn't pick her out of a line up. Or give you her name." So essentially, he had nothing. "Has he mentioned anyone to you or have you met anyone?" They had to be able to find SOMEONE. Noah was probably fairly popular. Maybe if they just stood in the street and shouted his name someone would claim to know him? But... he didn't really like to draw that much attention to himself. He would probably do it for his brother, though. "You know all of us are pretty much powerless to that face." Why was the littlest so cute!?

It really did didn't it? Why would someone always want to chase their snack? Was it an odd working off the calories before you ate them type of technique? "It's... interesting. I feel like magical folk secretly just like chocolate but felt like it had to do something else instead of being... just chocolate." Were there others like that? Evan could only shrug his shoulders. "I'm not sure yet. I was planning on trying to add some magic candy to my stash. I'll let you try it once I have!" They could figure out what odd treats there were together.

He'd have to add Fizzing Whizzbee as one of his first buys since now he was curious how it compared to the ice cream.

"But you're the responsible one!" One of them, anyways. Although, Maya had much more of a practical joke streak than Evan did. Usually he deferred to her on these types of matters. Hmm, surprise or not? "Well, a surprise would be fun... but it might be kind of hard for us to find his friends by ourselves." Since they didn't even know one yet. "I guess it depends on if he brings anyone by the house? Because if he does maybe we can get their help!" And then they COULD keep it a surprise. "Bertie Bott's is also supposed to be a different flavor every time..." Maybe he'd brave it again once they had tried EVERYTHING else.

And now Phoebe had gone and terrorized Emmerson. Not being a very good role model... not that it was something she worried about very often. The whole 'being a role model' thing wasn't in her wheel house. She stopped slamming the table and put her hand on Emm's, pulling her in a little across the table. "I will be so so so so mad at you, but I will never stop speaking to you. I worried about my mom when people were going missing, and I knew that nothing bad was likely to happen to her. I can't imagine how you feel."

But moving on to Yoyo... "I'm going to owl Yoyo, though. I won't even be mad at her. If she doesn't come back, my heart is broken." Literally. Falling out of her body broken.

Kizzy found this to be a very funny thing to say. A name couldn't wear out, not like clothes could. Words were fair game and names were basically words because they were made from letters. She gave him a mighty laugh to show just how funny she found it all to be, but just as his attention moved to his camera, Kizzy's did too. She wanted to see it, but she also knew that sometimes the pictures had to process. Super smart. "Okay," she liked the idea of signing the photo. It would be kind of like an autograph. "Can you make a copy for me later? With magic?" She knew he couldn't now because he wasn't of age. It was a silly rule if you asked Kizzy.

Speaking of silly. Suddenly she realized how silly she looked standing on the table, towering over Cooper (who had since taken a seat). So Kizzy sat too. Only she sat on the table because she still had some unfinished business to attend to. Speaking of which, "I wasn't dancing, Cooper!" She laughed, trying to roll her eyes (but ending up just looking at the sky for an extended period of time insead). She was about to explain further, but she paused to watch him write. Again with the dancing!! Kiz deadpanned in a display of drama! But then eagerly made a grab for a few of the sharpies. Moving to rest her elbows on the table, folding her legs underneath her body, and sending her bum into the air, she began decorating the white frame with little ice cream cones and colorful sprinkles.

"I was so not dancing. I was trying to open the umbrella." She was a much better dancer than that. Hopefully Cooper knew. "But it's stuck." She popped her head up to look at him. That was his cue to open it, please?

It wasn’t the mechanism on the umbrella that was causing it to stick shut. It was, as the cousins (Kizzy and Cooper) would find out (should they ever get it opened), paint that stuck the fabric together. Because sprayed on the fabric was an odd symbol:


Was the symbol on any of the other umbrellas? Perhaps. There was only one way to find out.

Emmerson allowed herself to be pulled across the table, not in the mood to have Fifi get louder or angry and physical or any of that. She just wanted to enjoy some ice cream then go home and forget about school shopping. All this reverse dramatics...it wasn't what she signed up for--but she was relieved to know she wouldn't be cut off for staying home.

"What if we all stayed home?" Emm tried. It seemed the most reasonable option. "I don't wanna go and you'll be heartbroken if Yoyo doesn't go and Kizzy isn't really happy about it either."

And just like that, an idea struck. Emmerson bounced in her seat, pleased with herself for thinking it. "Let's all go back to Stark School! We had fun then and we were all together. No one has to go back to Hogwarts and Hassan can teach us more boxing and...and...it'll just be SO MUCH BETTER." Sometimes she amazed even herself with her brilliant ideas.

"Mum said there were dementors one year. We're probably safer here in London."

Phoebe wasn't going to be placated, and she wasn't going to let this dementor talk distract her. Nope. "Everyone has dementors. London has dementors. Hogwarts. Azkaban... everywhere else. Tons of dementors." She waved her hand, dismissing the concern. Who cared about soul sucking ghost demons?

It wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed Stark School back in the day, but they had moved on from that. They'd learned everything, right? All that Stark had to offer. "It won't be better. I love you, Emm, and I loved going to school together there, but I want to go to Hogwarts. My parents went there. My grandparents taught there. My gran was Headmistress. It's like... my HERITAGE. And your heritage. You'll love it there."

Lukas tried to pay their bickering no mind. It wasn't his place to get in the middle of things. Siblings always had their own ways of working things out... or at least they did in his family. As for her stained shirt, well if her dad was magical and any good at all with magic that stain wouldn't stand a chance. He had returned home many times with worse stains on his clothing and his parents had always fixed it up like it was brand new.

All the talk about ice cream reminded him of his own that was still sitting on the table. His ice cream which was quickly melting. Letting out a breath he picked up the spoon that he had set into the bowl and ate a spoonful. Melted ice cream wasn't a bad thing and he wasn't about to let it go to waste.

"You can have some of mine... if you want? It's a bit melty but still good." Not to mention the fact that he did get a lot of it. "All you need is another spoon." Which she could get from inside the shop. It was up to her but the option was there. It was the least he could since she HAD tripped over the leg of his chair.

SPOILER!!: Kizzy and ruh oh

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Kizzy found this to be a very funny thing to say. A name couldn't wear out, not like clothes could. Words were fair game and names were basically words because they were made from letters. She gave him a mighty laugh to show just how funny she found it all to be, but just as his attention moved to his camera, Kizzy's did too. She wanted to see it, but she also knew that sometimes the pictures had to process. Super smart. "Okay," she liked the idea of signing the photo. It would be kind of like an autograph. "Can you make a copy for me later? With magic?" She knew he couldn't now because he wasn't of age. It was a silly rule if you asked Kizzy.

Speaking of silly. Suddenly she realized how silly she looked standing on the table, towering over Cooper (who had since taken a seat). So Kizzy sat too. Only she sat on the table because she still had some unfinished business to attend to. Speaking of which, "I wasn't dancing, Cooper!" She laughed, trying to roll her eyes (but ending up just looking at the sky for an extended period of time insead). She was about to explain further, but she paused to watch him write. Again with the dancing!! Kiz deadpanned in a display of drama! But then eagerly made a grab for a few of the sharpies. Moving to rest her elbows on the table, folding her legs underneath her body, and sending her bum into the air, she began decorating the white frame with little ice cream cones and colorful sprinkles.

"I was so not dancing. I was trying to open the umbrella." She was a much better dancer than that. Hopefully Cooper knew. "But it's stuck." She popped her head up to look at him. That was his cue to open it, please?

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It wasn’t the mechanism on the umbrella that was causing it to stick shut. It was, as the cousins (Kizzy and Cooper) would find out (should they ever get it opened), paint that stuck the fabric together. Because sprayed on the fabric was an odd symbol:


Was the symbol on any of the other umbrellas? Perhaps. There was only one way to find out.

Yes. Thank you. He too found himself to be rather humorous but no one laughed at his jokes quite like Kizzy did - it was part of what made her his favorite but SHHHH no one tell the others. "Yeah, sure. Of course. I can get dad to do it later and even bring it to you when we all get to King's Cross." Which was coming up and, in case the change in tone wasn't obvious enough in its tonal shift, he was VERY excited about FINALLY getting to go to Hogwarts.

"If you say so," he teased as he finished HIS label of the photo and than capped the sharpie, allowing his cousin to take over for the rest of the decorations. "It makes for a more interesting caption this way though." He probably should discourage her from laying across the table like that, considering how improper it all was, but she had him easily distracted with her between the lines request to open the table's umbrella. "You don't think someone stuck it with a Sticking Charm, do you?" he asked as he pushed his chair back out again so he could stand. He wasn't willing to admit that that would make for a clever prank...but it would make for a clever prank.

Tilting his head a bit to the side, Cooper gave one of the poky ends a tug and found that it moved easily enough and even had a bit of a crunch to it. That didn't sound very ... sanitary. He gave another section a tug and found that it too moved, so maybe he could actually get it open. "You gotta scooch over a bit, Kiz," he informed her as he leaned over the table a bit and shook the stand a bit before his thumb grazed over the switch and pushed it in while yanking up the pole with his other hand. The crunching noise was there again, almost like he might rip the fabric of the umbrella, but with some more jostling and grunting on his end the umbrella sprung open.

"Tad ----- ah?"

What was THAT doing there?

Oooopppssss.

The moment Carsyn started talking about seventh year, Orion almost wanted to slap himself in the forehead.

Not many people knew he wasn’t coming back to school. He’d kept his distance from people his last few months at Hogwarts, for many reasons. But mainly he was nursing yet another broken heart. Telling people he wasn’t coming back, wasn’t exactly at the forefront of his mind.

“Ahhhh.. ” He tugged at his sleeves and curled his fingers into the black material. “Summer is going fine.. ” He’d taken his Newts, worked at his coffee shop and applied for Uni.. “I’m not going back this year Carsyn.. ” He said softly.. his eyes on his ice cream.

Ugh... this was one thing that Caitlyn hated about shopping in Diagon Alley was the heat, she didn't like being all hot and sweaty her clothes sticking to her yuck! Although she didn't mind seeing her friends and being able to walk around freely without any worries of disappearing or anything, sometimes she all thinks this is a dream and she'll wake up back at Hogwarts. Although this summer has been amazing, she loved being back home once again, she missed it terribly after not seeing it for awhile, never know what you miss until you don't think you'll see it again. She just hoped that this term won't be like last term, she knew alot of people were transferring cause of if.

Humming to herself she came upon Florean Fortescue's ice cream shop biting her lip she decided why the heck not, she hot and sweating. Ordering herself a hot fudge sundae, she looked around for some spot in the shop but sighed to herself, there was never any spots in here. Sighing to herself she found a spot underneath the shade before she flopped down in a seat. Brushing some hair out of her eyes she took her spoon digging into the sweet savory goodness. "Mmmm..." She was now in chocolate heaven.

As long as Kiz continued to be favorite, she would continue to laugh at all Cooper's jokes. (Though she would likely laugh even if this weren't to be the case because she found him to be very funny and Kiz was never too far from an explosion of giggles anyway.) "I'll hang it up in my dorm!" You know who else was excited about FINALLY getting to go to Hogwarts? THIS kid.

And. She DID say so! Kinsay attempted to frown at cousin Cooper, though in truth, frowning was even more difficult an endeavor than eye rolling. But in her defense! Cooper was the one that made it difficult to frown, so that was his fault! She made sure to channel all this energy into making the photo frame look nice though, sticking her tongue out in concentration and adding her signature underneath his label. It was a little messy, but she thought that maybe that added to its charm. She looked up again from her doodling, to tilt her head in confusion. "That would be so rude!" Besides, why would anyone want to stick an umbrella!? It made no sense. Clearly Kizzy's brain was not wired for pranking just yet.

She finished up her work, capping the Sharpie, just as Cooper moved to tend to the umbrella. It was good he could pick up on her unspoken request. Kinsay made lots of those. Besides, if anyone were to get it open, she was sure Cooper could. Giving him a sheepish look, she scooted back so that she was sat out of the way and on the edge of the table now, her feet dangling off of it. She liked sitting up here. What she didn't like, however, was all the crunching the umbrella was doing. Maybe it was old? Or maybe someone had spilled their ice cream all over the inside? OR maybe something died in it?!

Either way, Kinsay was prepared for a RANGE of explanations.

G A S P !

Except this one.

Her eyes grew twice their usual size as she looked from the painted fabric to her cousin. "COOPER! Do you know that's the sign of the deathly hallows? AND that I saw one in Ollivanders when I went with mummy? AND the man who wasn't Mr. Ollivander said there was one on the fountain too? AND ........... " She paused, thoughtfully (and to catch her breath). "What does it mean, the greater good?" And. Breathe. She wasn't used to saying so much in one go.

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Ugh... this was one thing that Caitlyn hated about shopping in Diagon Alley was the heat, she didn't like being all hot and sweaty her clothes sticking to her yuck! Although she didn't mind seeing her friends and being able to walk around freely without any worries of disappearing or anything, sometimes she all thinks this is a dream and she'll wake up back at Hogwarts. Although this summer has been amazing, she loved being back home once again, she missed it terribly after not seeing it for awhile, never know what you miss until you don't think you'll see it again. She just hoped that this term won't be like last term, she knew alot of people were transferring cause of if.

Humming to herself she came upon Florean Fortescue's ice cream shop biting her lip she decided why the heck not, she hot and sweating. Ordering herself a hot fudge sundae, she looked around for some spot in the shop but sighed to herself, there was never any spots in here. Sighing to herself she found a spot underneath the shade before she flopped down in a seat. Brushing some hair out of her eyes she took her spoon digging into the sweet savory goodness. "Mmmm..." She was now in chocolate heaven.

Another day, another stroll down the lovely streets of the ever!dreary London. In Diagon, to be exact, and Auggie found he very much missed Italy. The sunshine, the beaches of his manor in Puglia, and the blueness of everything was something he could clearly see in pictures of home, but were nowhere in sight in London. His new home in England wasn't much different, either. The weather was just as gloomy. He found that it WAS affecting a little, but he wouldn't let his family in on that secret. For all they knew, he was happy as a clam on the sea floor!

HE wasn't sweating much, but then again he was used to a warmer climate. His dad's new job was keeping him busier, and Auggie had lots of free time during the day to do whatever he wanted. He'd been off with Rosemary a few times, since she, too, had moved to England.

The blonde had been on his way to get an ice cream anyway when he spotted Caitlyn outside Florean's. He was familiar with the ice cream shop by now, and soon he was sure they'd know his order. "Caitlyn! Fancy seeing you here!" he grinned eagerly at her as he went in for a TIGHT hug. "Enjoying the ice cream? Bet it's nice."