She rolled her eyes. "Are you a dinosaur now?" she said in a babyish voice and giggled.
"Yess, I will. Because I love you that much." she said while poking one of the little spikes in his hair.

looking in one of the mirrors "Hey i only found out bougt magic a few weeks ago and only seen it a cpl of days ago"

She rolled her eyes. "Soon, you're gonna look in mirrors more then I do!" she said with a giggle. She went off and found Michael some hair gel.
"Here ya go! I'll pay." she said sweetly.

"only for the gel" taking every thing else off of her "told you my treat"

"Awhh, thanks!" she said, giving him a careful hug.

"Hi Saphie!" she said waving. " So are we gonna get some stuff?" she said smiling widely. " Hi, I'm Adeline" she said to a boy she was standing with.

James frowned. Was she trying to be prophetic now? "Come on Lyric, no woman can resist this... Or.." He added with a snicker, " - are you tryng to tell me something?" He was mean to her. He was. Horrid lad he was.
But her comment cut him dry - he knew what she was insinuating - and he pouted. Like a child. "Biology 101, Lyric," He replied, trying to be smart. "Talking doesn't make babies." And so what, he was wounded. But he liked flirting. "It didn't result in children with the OTHER women." Maybe Cora was an exception. Man. She'd said that she LOVED him. He'd been petrified. Utterly and totally petrified by the word. That wasn't 'iloveyoubecauseyoursohotandmakemeswoon' that was I am in love with you. The terrifying, monogamous, marital kind that left men like James Parker in tears.

But she wasn't making sense and it was JAMES' mission in life to correct people. He was smarter. He felt a mental Duhhhhhhhh was necessary here. "Lyric, if I'm so unimportant in your life, why are you here?" And it was an honest question. There was no smirk. No laugh. No cheeky glint. This was James Parker. Or.. the James Parker that wasn't such a hideous jerk to her.

Fine. So she wasn't a huggy person. The honesty vanished and was replied by a ruthless, devilish smirk. "One.. more.. what?" It was mean.. but it was so much fun to bait her. She was electrically charged to anything he said. Much, much fun.

Oh.. here it came.

BOOOOOOOOOM

And THERE it was. He grinned. "But it's your destiny!' He interuppted, complete with creepy 'oooooh' sounds. Heh. So she was incredibly easy to annoy. It was also incredibly funny to watch her explode.
"C'mon. PA's are pretty hawt." *eyebrows* Aww, trash? That was a little mean, wasn't it? He chuckled. "Oh, dear sweet Lyric. I think you really need to untwist those knickers." And he was deadly serious about that.

*SNORT*

But the humour of the situation evaporated at her proposition and then.. decision. Primpernelles. EW. The place was like a goo factory. Pink glitter and.. wait a minute.
"Is this my punishment?" He asked, forlornly. It seemed to be. He would be tortured and killed under the rays of sparkly singing bubbles of shampoo. Gargh.

She shouldn't have said that. His eyes grazed over her outfit. He was just.. looking? Scrutinising. *gulp*

"Wild."

Why did his head suddenly feel so funny? And his throat.. it was rather dry..

"I can. Therefore, your theory was just cut short there." As they entered the shop, she shot him a look. Was the man seriously trying to imply something? No. No, she wouldn't even go there, because if she did she would get angry and the result of that would be breaking every glass bottle in the store over James's head.

Her eyes ran over the products in the store. She was buy a whole lot of things- courtesy of Parker of course. "Common Sense 101. That's where it all starts." Enough said. "You would know that if you had a bit of common sense. Children with other women were bound to happen." He acted like a fourteen year old teenage boy.

"Why am I here?" She turned and faced him her brown eyes looking over him to make sure that he was serious. Which she wasn't used to."Because, although I might not seem like that person who gives a hell about anyone. I don't think people should have to suffer. And you seemed like you were out there."

Annd of course he was back to being an arrogant jerk. What else was new? She could practically see the headache coming. "My destiny? MY DESTINY Parker?" She had no clue to reply to that. Facing him she punched him hard in the stomach. Moving close to him her voice came out in a whisper. "If you ever say something like that again, trust me I'll do something much worse than pouring coffee in your lap. I'll make sure you'll never have kids again." Obviously though he wanted that. Soo if it was her "destiny" to help him she should do just what he wanted.

Lyric rolled her eyes ignoring the English slang as she picked up a bottle of Moisturizer from the shelf. Sunshine O'Shimmer was always a good brand. Looking over the bottle she gave him a nood. "Punishment. Yes."

The journalist flinched as he repeated the word wild. Honestly, she wasn't going to take this. She had her share of James insulting her again and again. It had even happened the first time they met. This just was not working. Lyric closed her eyes, as if she were trying to gather her thoughts. After a few minutes she opened her eyes, and put the bottle back on the self. "Nice to know." She said with a nod toward Parker, looking past him and not at him. "You know what James? I think we are done here. WE don't need to speak to each other, other than at work. I wish you best of luck with your whole baby situation." Strolling past him she made her way over to the other aisle.

While Lyric concluded one thing, James concluded another. Lyric can't be a woman. Maybe she was an elf..
James didn't really care what she was, he was just disappointed. She was ruining his record. ALL women liked the Parker musk. It was delicious. DEL-icious. Every woman that was. He didn't understand. So far he'd been infallible.

James snorted. She was COPYING him. He had just said an AWESOME joke and she'd copied him. He pouted. He didn't like it that she was ALWAYS right. He rolled his eyes. "Flirting does NOT lead to babies.." Seriously. Otherwise Parker would've had at least thirty kids.

*shudder*

James blinked at her explanation. Suffering. He frowned. Did that mean she actually cared? James couldn't remember the last time that'd..
He didn't let his mind drift to that. He was better than that.

"I'm .. thanks, Lyric.." James said, slowly. He stopped looking like such a cocky twat and actually sobered, sending her a small smile.
"I needed.. someone. Thank you again.." He said this, slowly, uncertain with the gushy feeling that was actually sincere. He squirmed. He wasn't good with apologies. Not when they were to women who weren't fawning over him.

Especially when he actually meant them.

And the moment was over. It lasted about as long as his relationships. He was going to smirk darkly when suddenly her small, hard fist came into contact with his stomach. He keeled over, 'oooof', eyes watering and cringing.
"Merlin, Lyric," James forced out, clutching the shelf for support. That had bloody hurt.

How could she be so mean? She WAS wild. Man..

He massaged his stomach and limped after her. He couldn't believe he was doing this but.. "Lyric. Can you STOP physically abusing me?" Please? His tummy hurt now.

And then she was leaving. James straightened. "...Wait! Lyric.." He reached in a few long strides. ".. I don't really know how to friends with you.." He tried to grin, putting on the cocky façade but he shrugged and tried to look sincere. "Usually I just flirt.. and it doesn't work with you.. " And James didn't really know what to do with that.

"I don't just want to talk to you at work.." Lyric was sort of nice when she didn't want to kill you.

Of course she wasn't really looking at the products. She was merely just glancing at them. Lyric was far to distracted to care about which shampoo would bring more shine to her hair. And THAT was proof enough that something was wrong.

She had hoped- no she had begged that James wouldn't follow her. But of course he did. Stupid man. She tried to ignore him but his words sounded sincere?....NO he was just toying with her mind. Alarms were going off in her brain saying that she shouldn't trust him! Lyric signed and turned around. "If you usually flirt with people how does that make them your friend?" The question had escaped her mouth before she had a chance to stop it. Stupid blunt personality.

The Brazilian signed again as he said he didn't want to just speak to her at work. Pushing a strain of hair that had gotten loose behind her ear she slowly opened her mouth. "Listen. I may physically abuse you, but that's only because you need to be taught a lesson. Your attitude is disgusting James. The world doesn't only revolve around you. And me physically abusing you might hurt, but you constantly verbal abuse me. And that hurts just as bad." She wouldn't even get into the fact that he usually called her names before she attacked him. Lyric looked down as she tried to catch her train of though. Glancing back up she felt her anger rise again. "And I don't have many friends, but if I had the choice between having no friend's and having you- someone who is contantly insulting me, not in a funny way either mind you, I would choose the former." The words were just flowing out her mouth now, she was angry, annoyed, hurt, call it what you may, to her it was all the same thing. "One minute you are thanking me and the next, your back to being a jerk. I don't want to put up with any of this crap, I already have enough to put up with, with my dad just dying, and I just think that you need a serious attitude adjustment."

Lyric had to admit, at times...most of the time. She was mean, bitter, resentful and a whole bunch of other things that gave her that negative vibe. But James was...he was the same way, but worse. The man never saw a flaw in himself, but with her it was the other way around. "So until you change, please don't talk to me unless it's job related." And that was that. She turned her attention back to the bottles in front of her. "Oh, and flirting does lead to babies."

Sophie dusted off her cloak as she stopped just inside the door. She really couldn't wait for February to be over. The winter air was doing a number on her hair and today, she was actually liking how it look. Maybe her choice to have her hair dyed the muggle way was a good idea after all.

Glancing around, she headed in the direction of the bath products. Her lunch was only an hour and she did have to make the best of it.

Milton heard the 'ding' that marked another customer entering. "Hi. Welcome to Madame Primernelle's." he said spotting the blonde. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Oh yeah, he was getting the hang of this shopkeeper thing.

Sophie smiled as she turned to the source of the voice. "I'm actually looking for some shampoo and conditioner, maybe something new," she replied as she glanced at the choices before her. "Any suggestions?" She really wasn't at all the fruity kind of girl, but a new hair colour called for a new shampoo and conditioner. Out with the old and in with the new. besides, maybe with the new stuff her baby sister might stop trying to faced at her when she played with her hair. That baby was ever judgement for someone her age.

"We do have some shampoo and conditioner here." Milton said motioning to the different scented bottles. "If you aren't so much into fruit scents we do have pumpkin... I'm also working on the butterbeer scent... I'm afraid I haven't quite perfected it for use in hair..." He did figure out how to make it a bubble bath though. But perhaps that wasn't a huge accomplishment considering butterbeer foamed on its own.

"Or perhaps just some hair potion? It's make your hair strong and healthy." he suggested. The lady's hair didn't look damaged... but he did guess it was altered in some way. Perhaps a muggle dye job? Or maybe a spell?

Sophie nodded as she glanced at the selection. "Butterbeer? Mmmm, it does sound nice but I'm not sure if that's what I'm looking for." She wasn't all that sure if she did want to go around smelling of butterbeer. Maybe it was time she did try something fruity. "I'm not sure if pumpkin is really me, but maybe I could try the strawberry or something." It was worth a try. It was a new year after all.

"Oh yes, I might need that as well." Her hair wasn't as strong as it could be and a potion might be what it needed at the moment. "This is still new, but I would like to keep it looking new longer," she sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. The blond colour was really growing on her each day.

Milton thought for a second if anyone would be interested in butterbeer scented products. Oh well. It was an achievement even if it didn't sell. (Which he hoped it did.) "Strawberry is excellent choice. We also have apple. Or there is melon if you're looking for a milder scent." he said. "You can open the bottle and take a little whiff before you decide if you'd like." he said. A lot of people liked to try before they buy.

Milton nodded. "Well this potion will be perfect for keeping it that way." he said.

Brody really did not think that Fyo would be that good at shopping, he didn't seem the shopper type, so holding onto his hand carefully, because she wanted too, she lead him over to Primpernelles. She would be in her element there, and wouldn't really need any help. But maybe he could help her to pick a scent or something?

She turned around, as they got to the door and smiled at him. "I need some new shampoo." She explained, before pushing the door open, and wandering in. This was her favourite shop. She loved it hehe.

WHAT?

He had thought... Fyo had thought... okay, so let's be honest here, he had thought they were going to buy clothes. Pretty robes that Brody could try on and look all pretty in, like she did anyway. But this shop? It smelled all rich and perfume-ish and... feminine.

"Um," was his sole comment, as he allowed Brody to lead him inside, holding on to her hand.

Brody had to giggle when she saw his face. Oh he had not been expecting this. It was a priceless look and she kind of regretting not having a camera with her. "We can go somewhere manly later." She assured him with a little grin, as she walked along the aisle that she knew very well, she did spend most of her time in her whenever she was at Diagon Alley. Brody stopped infront of the shampoo's just kind of staring at them. She wanted to try something different, but she didn't know what.

"I don't know which one to have." She spoke, with a little pout.

Manly? "I'm fine," Fyo lied - and it was so, so obvious that he was lying, even to himself, that he had the grace to shrug in an okay-you-win sort of way immediately afterward.

Good for him that Brody decided to focus on the shampoos. Fyo could slowwwwly sidle off, trying to find something to hold his interest.

... and then Brody called him and, of course, he had no idea at all how to respond. Because he didn't get why she couldn't choose. Girls know about good and bad brands and all that stuff, don't they?

"That one?" He said, pointing at a random bottle.

Brody stared at him with a blank expression, before she grinned a little, and then giggled. He was so cute. "I know you are lying Fyodor." She stuck her tongue out at him. Then she turned back to the shampoo, and kind of stared at them. She actually had no ideea, she generally just picked her favourite one.

Her eyes wandered to the bottle he was pointing at, and she just giggle. It had an apricot flavour. Her eyes kind of widened a little. Umm.

"You want my hair to smell like apricots?"

Fyodor? "Don't call me that, it makes you sound like mum," Fyo said. Joking, of course.

So much for the joke. Because, next second, Fyo found himself blink!blinking again. He hadn't even had a proper look at that bottle he had pointed at. Just his luck that it had something apricot-y about it.

"No," he said. "I don't want your hair to smell like apricots. I want your hair to smell like..." Well, like how it did. "Like... you know. How it always does." Nice and everything.

Brody shook her head, nudghing him with her spare hand. "But it's your name." It was right? He hadn't changed it? "I like your name." She really did, hence why she liked calling him it. Definetly.

He didn't want her hair to smell like apricots. Brody eyed him carefully, before giggling again. She stepped closer to him, grinning. "Like it always does?" That was kind of boring, but if he liked it, then it would be pretty epic. "I'll get my normal one then." She concluded, reaching over and grabbing the strawberry one.

Fyo's lips tugged up into a handsome smile. "I know that, Queenie," he said. DUH. Stating the obvious much?

She liked it? "That's a compliment, right?" Hehe.

What, why was she eying him now? Had he said something wrong? Maybe she liked apricots. Fyo frowwwwned as he thought of this possibility, but then she giggled, leaving him even more clueless than he had been the moment he had stepped into this place.

"That sounds better. It makes your hair..." Lovely? No, that sounded completely idiotic. "Nice." Yeah. Nice.

Brody giggled, beaming at him. "It is." She nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. She loved in his name in fact, but she wasn't about to tell him that, he couldn't get as vain as she was.

Mmm. Fyo was being a bit clueless in here wasn't he. Which Brody found quite cute. She smiled, looking at the bottle. "I love strawberries." They were pretty. "And you think my hair's nice? She asked, with a cute little coy smile. That made her smile, especially because she knew that he wasn't saying it just to make her smile.