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*Zoe* · 09-23-2018, 06:00 PM

The rubbish bin has surprisingly been here before some of these shops were here - namely Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes - which was able to obtain such a cheap rent by its creators Fred and George Weasley, by accepting a store location next to the rubbish bin. The rubbish bin contains various wrappers and broken magical instruments, as well as the occasional half eaten ice cream cone or other sweet, or even a decomposing dead animal.

Basically, it generally has some NOT so good odors emitting from it. But once you get past the stenches, there may be some junk that could be your next treasure. So have a peek, if you dare, but don't come crying when some random item or pest poked your eye out.

BanaBatGirl · 04-02-2020, 04:19 PM

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Would it be too much were she to set the contents of the trash can ablaze? What about if she Bombarda'd it into oblivion? She could think of a handful of people who would insist that she was, which only fueled her resentment further. Cool grey eyes hyper focused on the apron that was now stained with remnants of some sauce from a half eaten corn dog and the melted remains of some green colored ice cream cone from Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour, her fingers did twitch towards her holder for the unyielding cherry wood when a presence interrupted her thoughts.

No, not his voice. His eyes...and she lacked the patience to entertain such blatant staring. Not that she typical bore the patience for it to begin with, but today Valerie was likely to transfigure any unfiltered gazes into dung beetles.

Her eyes narrowed and her thoughts were almost begging him to slip up so she could snap. As if she was a Veela. Go ahead, try her.

"...do I give off the appearance of being alright?" she sneered rhetorically. What an obviously stupid inquiry. "It would do your eyes good if you blinked."

Still, the anger. The fury. The RAAAAGE. Again, consider him calmly impressed, and David had grown up with THE Anastasia Bunbury Truebridge, a true demon if anyone ever crossed her path ~~and sometimes if they were just in the vicinity of her~~. This... pale being was nearly in leagues with her. Give her twenty years, perhaps, and she might hold a candle to his mother's wrath.

As it were, David DID blink at her command, and his mouth also twitched in amusement. "You give off the appearance of being something else entirely," he responded, finally taking a bite of sandwich and calmly chewing while he still watched her. Speaking of eyes, and blinking...

Would it be rude to ask her if she knew which of the seven forms of oculocutaneous albinism she had? Because clearly she to be albino (was it albina for women?). Again, this was fascinating to him and he was not at all repulsed by her appearance, or her fury, as he continued eating his sandwich.

sweetpinkpixie · 04-02-2020, 04:34 PM

Valerie was accustomed to every retort but the cool and collected one he provided. The number of people who tolerated her tone accumulated to numbers she could count on one hand and did not even require all her slender fingers. Internally thrown off, she found herself uncertain as to whether she was impressed by him or further infuriated.

"Then you need not ask such unnecessary questions." Was he also accustomed to strangers telling them their live stories or indulge him in idly chit chat? He would have no such luck here as it took literal years for her to offer any real personal anecdotes to anyone.

She did know that she did not enjoy the way his eyes were taking her in. A curse of her own appearance, truly.

And yes. It would be incredibly inappropriate and she would not react well to such questioning. So he could continue to occupy his mouth with that sandwich and otherwise leave her to her own affairs of which presently revolved around removing her wand from her holster and taking aim.

BanaBatGirl · 04-02-2020, 04:53 PM

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Valerie was accustomed to every retort but the cool and collected one he provided. The number of people who tolerated her tone accumulated to numbers she could count on one hand and did not even require all her slender fingers. Internally thrown off, she found herself uncertain as to whether she was impressed by him or further infuriated.

"Then you need not ask such unnecessary questions." Was he also accustomed to strangers telling them their live stories or indulge him in idly chit chat? He would have no such luck here as it took literal years for her to offer any real personal anecdotes to anyone.

She did know that she did not enjoy the way his eyes were taking her in. A curse of her own appearance, truly.

And yes. It would be incredibly inappropriate and she would not react well to such questioning. So he could continue to occupy his mouth with that sandwich and otherwise leave her to her own affairs of which presently revolved around removing her wand from her holster and taking aim.

Right, she had a point there. David initially hadn't been sure what to say to the growling and the apron tossing and the sudden appearance of the albino woman nearby him, so curse him for attempting to use the platitudes that worked for everyone else. But not literally, please. Allow the ~~boy~~ man to finish his sandwich before any cursing happened.

He finished off the last bite of sandwich and hurriedly held out his hand as he saw what the strange being was doing next. "Hang on," Davie blocked the trash can with one hand while he balled up his sandwich wrapper with the other, took aim, and successfully made it into the bin in one go. Cheerio! Now he moved his hand away and took a small step backwards, pocketing both hands in his jacket as he intended to watch the rest of this display of fury.

He nodded to the ferocious one but kept his blue eyes trained on the bin.

"Ready, aim, and........ fire?"

sweetpinkpixie · 04-02-2020, 11:53 PM

She would prefer silence over pointless conversation. Though, to be entirely fair which is also something she rarely was, she preferred silence in every setting and was why several of her classmates at university had temporarily found themselves transfigured as cockroaches and kept under a glass when they insisted on playing some insufferable game in the common area. It was almost cute, almost because only cats were cute, how he assumed his hand alone would be reason for her to cease following through with her wand's movement...and especially when his calm demeanor was doing nothing but frustrating her more. The nuance and cheeky inflection reminded her entirely too much of Jesus - yet another someone she wanted nothing more than to forget about.

She did pause, this time, and her lips remained upturned in an unimpressed frown.

Noting that he was not discouraging her, she gave a firm flick at the wrist to cast a nonverbal Incendio at the bin and set the entire thing ablaze without so much as the flinch of an eyelash.

BanaBatGirl · 04-03-2020, 01:18 AM

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She would prefer silence over pointless conversation. Though, to be entirely fair which is also something she rarely was, she preferred silence in every setting and was why several of her classmates at university had temporarily found themselves transfigured as cockroaches and kept under a glass when they insisted on playing some insufferable game in the common area. It was almost cute, almost because only cats were cute, how he assumed his hand alone would be reason for her to cease following through with her wand's movement...and especially when his calm demeanor was doing nothing but frustrating her more. The nuance and cheeky inflection reminded her entirely too much of Jesus - yet another someone she wanted nothing more than to forget about.

She did pause, this time, and her lips remained upturned in an unimpressed frown.

Noting that he was not discouraging her, she gave a firm flick at the wrist to cast a nonverbal Incendio at the bin and set the entire thing ablaze without so much as the flinch of an eyelash.

David was more of a lurker than a social butterfly himself, but in this instance, he was as chipper as Helga Hufflepuff while the woman was behaving more like Slytherin's basilisk. Still, he didn't mind watching her set the rubbish bin ablaze, and considering he didn't have anything better to do at the moment nor had any actual responsibility for setting the blaze, he felt guiltless and ready to stand there and watch it burn.

Which he did. In silence. Amicable silence, on his part.

Naturally he was wondering what the apron had done to offend her so, and assuming the apron was related to her employment in the Alley... he put two and two together easily enough. So she had been terminated? David's eyes flicked from the rubbish bin to the woman and back again. Still, he had seen her before somewhere; he knew he had. Hogwarts, maybe? No, she couldn't have gone to Hogwarts. But had she visited Hogwarts, perhaps?

Hmm. He didn't want to say anything yet while he racked his brain to try to remember her.

sweetpinkpixie · 04-03-2020, 02:03 PM

Valerie did not do chipper. Chipper people tended to be on the receiving end of her wand and he could inquire as to what all that entailed to any of the Illvermorny cheerleaders. They were the absolute worst of the bunch with their insufferable pep and status in the student body's hierarchy. She was a little irritated and a little fascinated by the fact that he was still standing there, almost like a well trained cruppy and her disinclined to offer anything as a reward for good behavior.

Her wild grey eyes tore themselves away from the magical blaze that was sure to die out all too quickly for her tastes and flickered dangerously over to her unwanted company. Whatever it was he was thinking about he could surely keep it to himself.

Her wand slipping back into its holster, she looked him up and down another moment as though she were evaluating him for something. And while she did that, she could see that he too was doing a bit of analysis on his own. Though she had barely spared him ten words, her Pacific Northwest with a hint of French Canadian accent would have stood out a fair bit compared to others' British tongues here in the Alley.

Having no further business here, she opted to depart the scene. However, as she did so she could not help but notice a bit of condiment clinging messily to the corner of his mouth. "You have something," she commented off the cuff while tapping the corner of her own lips with her finger.

BanaBatGirl · 04-03-2020, 06:19 PM

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Valerie did not do chipper. Chipper people tended to be on the receiving end of her wand and he could inquire as to what all that entailed to any of the Illvermorny cheerleaders. They were the absolute worst of the bunch with their insufferable pep and status in the student body's hierarchy. She was a little irritated and a little fascinated by the fact that he was still standing there, almost like a well trained cruppy and her disinclined to offer anything as a reward for good behavior.

Her wild grey eyes tore themselves away from the magical blaze that was sure to die out all too quickly for her tastes and flickered dangerously over to her unwanted company. Whatever it was he was thinking about he could surely keep it to himself.

Her wand slipping back into its holster, she looked him up and down another moment as though she were evaluating him for something. And while she did that, she could see that he too was doing a bit of analysis on his own. Though she had barely spared him ten words, her Pacific Northwest with a hint of French Canadian accent would have stood out a fair bit compared to others' British tongues here in the Alley.

Having no further business here, she opted to depart the scene. However, as she did so she could not help but notice a bit of condiment clinging messily to the corner of his mouth. "You have something," she commented off the cuff while tapping the corner of her own lips with her finger.

It was a good fire, but one that was destined to be short-lived, considering that the most combustible elements in the trash can were likely only the newspaper and the apron itself. David glanced at his watch as to estimate the fire's likely ending, giving it another three minutes of entertainment before it would tire itself out.

As for his silent companion... he turned away from the dying blaze as the pale lady spoke, his brow furrowing for a moment as he tried to discern what she meant? He had something...? "Oh." David caught on and hastily wiped the mustard away with his thumb. Now that she spoke, it was clicking as to where he had spied this girl before. "Ilvermorny," he said confidently. "You were one of their competitors that came to Hogwarts." That was it; he was sure of it. Even though he himself had not competed, nor even attended all of the matches (it had been his sixth year and high time for him to be visiting various wizarding university campuses), he remembered her from the pack of American visitors. What were the chances there was another albino with an American accent in his age range, hmm? No, she was definitely the same pale person that had been competing all those years ago.

What was most interesting about this, though, was that she had chosen to stick around here of all places, and then sought ~~and lost~~ employment in Diagon Alley?

sweetpinkpixie · 04-04-2020, 07:38 AM

Fire held no entertainment value for her. In fact it tended to evoke very somber sentiments and memories, so her own attention was already turned away from the flames he seemed so entertained by. Simple pleasures for simple minds.

Oh great. A reminder of her failure. The only consolation was that she respected and admired the two who had defeated her. Had she fallen in fourth behind that Westwood child, Hogwarts would have seen more than a few things explode. She had already taken to the stands after her muggle brother had been used as a pawn in one of the games and let her voice be heard and she had fared well in that task. "Yes. I was," she replied coolly and tucked some of her thin white hair behind her ear. Which now very obviously placed him as one of the students from Hogwarts who she had not bothered to get to know. Her only focus at that time had been getting to know her felling competitors, the majority of which had been sub par at best. Only Levi Kenning had caught her interest and earned her respect. Someone she still kept in casual touch with to this day.

Which now gave him the advantage considering she had been profiled by the school and he had seen what she was capable of, including her animagus form in the hoax that had been that second challenge. Truly, the whole competition had been insulting for one reason or another.

"Valerie Gray," she then offered dryly to avoid that follow up question.

There. She was being...pleasant.

BanaBatGirl · 04-04-2020, 03:01 PM

If one knew David Truebridge, one knew he did not possess a simple mind. Clearly he had been calculating the combustibility and fire intensity per Byram’s fire intensity equation, though obviously the factor of r (spread) was not necessitated here, as the fire was limited to its receptacle and, being of magical origin, was not easily predicted per the Muggle lawas of physics...

But he digressed. Back to the very, very fair-haired vixen beside him.

"Valerie," David quietly repeated the name as though considering it, and her. He didn't see a need to return his name. He wasn't the interesting one. "Why did you stay here?" Didn't Americans usually view America as superior to other countries in every way? They had certainly won the school competition in this way. He would have never imagined to see any of those children ever again.

sweetpinkpixie · 04-07-2020, 09:47 AM

Just because one was well versed in science and calculation did not mean that one's mind was any more complicated than the next person. Intellect of this sort rarely interested nor thrilled her and she required a much more existential mind.

Her thin brow arched in irritation at his obvious lack of manners. While she too always offered her own name up with much reluctance, she expected the same courtesy to be given to her unprompted. Apparently her expectations were still too high when it came to people. "Because I desired to," she replied simply. There really was no deeper reason than that.

Only there certainly was and she simply did not wish to entertain him with her truths.

"Why did you not fell the need to offer your name in exchange?"

BanaBatGirl · 04-07-2020, 01:25 PM

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Just because one was well versed in science and calculation did not mean that one's mind was any more complicated than the next person. Intellect of this sort rarely interested nor thrilled her and she required a much more existential mind.

Her thin brow arched in irritation at his obvious lack of manners. While she too always offered her own name up with much reluctance, she expected the same courtesy to be given to her unprompted. Apparently her expectations were still too high when it came to people. "Because I desired to," she replied simply. There really was no deeper reason than that.

Only there certainly was and she simply did not wish to entertain him with her truths.

"Why did you not fell the need to offer your name in exchange?"

Just because one was well versed in subjects of academia did not also mean they could not engage in queries of existentialism. David, in particular, had been conducting research in this field for quite some time. But a wise mind, like his, did not feel threatened nor insecure around strange birds, like this one, and thus disinclined to share anything else about himself.

So, he shrugged to her question, and moved to begin walking up the street away from her. Maybe he should get some dessert after his sandwich, hmm? Ice cream sounded good. That had really been a small sandwich, after all. He could easily go for ice cream.

"I did not desire to share my name," he replied simply as he breezed past her. Was he mocking her? Maaaaaaaaaaaybe.

sweetpinkpixie · 04-09-2020, 01:46 PM

Valerie ~~Clementine~~ Gray was even less amused than she had been moments earlier. Some would claim that maturity came with age. She would argue that maturity was subjective and open to interpretation. She, herself, had been required to fend for herself almost entirely since the tragic accident that had taken her entirely family away from her at such a young age. But in this feral existence she had lacked a certain affectionate touch that would have assisted her in evaluating right from wrong and, above all else, acceptable ways to channel her emotions.

Right now was about to turn into a prime example of what not to do.

Inflection interpreted, her wand was drawn in the blink of an eye and in the next blink a light shot forth from it and right square to the back of this boy's head. Not to turn him into a cockroach or any other undesired insect, no. The thought had been to enlarge his head until it was so big he had to topple over and be rolled away, but Valerie always veered towards cross-species Transfigurations. Like giving him an impressive set of absurdly large moose antlers.

....so big he would, in theory, topple over and have to be rolled away.

BanaBatGirl · 04-09-2020, 08:46 PM

In this moment of animalistic transfiguration, it was very fortunate for Ms. Grey that Mr. Truebridge generally took after his father in temperament and not his mother. As the spell hit the back of his head and he felt the large... horns? antlers? whatever it was?? starting to sprout from beneath his brown hair, David stopped walking and instead sank down onto the nearest bench. It was too difficult to walk; the weight of whatever the spell had caused was ENORMOUS, and it was frankly giving him a bit of a headache.

Blue eyes widening, Davie reached up and felt the antlers (he was SURE they were antlers now) in amazement. What quick, nonverbal transfiguration! He had to know what he looked like in this state before he undid it. He was not one to retaliate, normally, and so as he leaned his head against the back of the bench, he once again gave the angry ghoul in front of him a chance to redeem herself.

"Valerie, Valerie, Valerie," David repeated the name, pitifully looking up from under his antler-head at her. It was really very difficult to maintain his balance and he was only able to do so because of the bench he was resting his head on. "Do you have a mirror on you? Something a-moose-ing has happened to my head."

sweetpinkpixie · 04-12-2020, 01:27 AM

Lucky or insufferable? There seemed to be a fine line between the two and she tended to thrive on the ability to push people away whenever she saw fit (which then became a self-fulfilling prophecy) and him taking all of this in stride had her entirely spooked. Spooked and reminded entirely too much of Jesus who had made his choices and walked right out of her life and with several of his things thrown out their shared apartment's window and Bombarda'd to the street below.

But this boy. What was he playing at?

He was doing that on purpose as well, repeating her name over and over again like a pompous peacock to remind her that he had knowledge she did not. This was the reward she received for attempting to be a little more pleasant than usual.

"Do you always take your days with such stride or have I happened to find you in particularly amicable a mood," she inquired haughtily with her hands on her hips. She would lament that she was not able to heed his request, but she felt absolutely no need to. "I do not. I make it my business specifically to not carry a mirror nor compact on me. You will have to settle for another reflective surface."

BanaBatGirl · 04-13-2020, 01:07 PM

Hmm, great question. The youngest Truebridge pondered it for a moment, idly running one hand up the velvet of his antlers and back down. He still liked this look, just not on him. Antlers were a great way to decorate a hunting lodge though, he'd heard. "Both," he answered finally, frowning then at her lack of mirror or reflective surface.

Alas, there wasn't even a puddle nearby to help him. Davie let out a soft sigh and with a swift flick of his wrist, undid the antlers. His wand was flicked and returned to its wrist holster before it was even visible, and now he stood up to leave again. One moment of hesitation before his departure, however, had him eying the feral being again, who seemed to have calmed somewhat.

"David," he said quietly. "David Truebridge." She'd gotten the best of him with her spell so he supposed it was fair to return his name then.

sweetpinkpixie · 04-14-2020, 04:49 PM

Both. Because of course it had to be both. Why would her luck be any other way?

She was quick to note the speed and fluidity that had been his wand movement just now, which begged the question as to whether this was a more recently acquired skill set or one he had had so far back as his Hogwart's days. Though she promptly decided against the latter for if that were true she would have recalled him.

"Are you aspiring to be an auror then?" she questioned with a firm chin jab towards his hidden holster. "David Truebridge." There was something in the name that rang a bell inside her head. Though she could not recall entirely where she had seen or read it. A newspaper article? A document or publication during her time on the Edinburgh campus? There was a familiarity that began festering like an angry itch she could not scratch. "Your name sounds....familiar."

She rather preferred him with the antlers.

BanaBatGirl · 04-14-2020, 05:17 PM

For a brief moment, David's face changed into one of momentary confusion and---if possible, disgust--- at the word auror. He thought that career was beneath him, frankly. There were far too many trigger-happy fools already working as aurors, and the idea of law enforcement, in general, did not agree with him. He could debate the legality of certain actions all day. What was exciting about flashy spells and duels and puffs of smoke? There was no finesse, no subtlety, no invention involved in law enforcement. And then there was the word itself: enforcement. Harsh. Unimaginative. Brusque. Like most people who worked in that field. Like the ones that had harassed his father back in the day. Like the ones that were his friends' parents. Fools, most of them.

No, not all quick and competent spellcasters belonged in law enforcement.

"No," David responded aloud. He wasn't about to tell her what he was aspiring to do, as it didn't concern her for one reason, and for another, if he told her, then it would defeat of the purpose of these unspeakable aspirations. See how that worked? Even though he was as even-keeled as a boulder in a windstorm, David wasn't a particularly open person, especially not around someone with the temper of a veela.

As to the familiarity of his name........... well, that happened sometimes. Nothing usual to react to here. He shrugged again, still standing by the bench and rubbish bin. For some reason, he felt as though Valerie had something else to say? so he didn't immediately walk off. He was curious if she actually recognized him or was just being...eh, polite? Or was she just doing the same thing he had just recently done to her?

Hmm.

sweetpinkpixie · 04-15-2020, 04:01 AM

She often prided herself ~~on many things~~ on her ability to read body language. It had been necessary for survival in the harsh public school environment she had endured prior to her enrollment in Illvermorny, after all. So the subtly darkening of the eyes, narrowing of the pupils, and tautness of his skin were all duly noted. There was also a certain allure to his reaction... not that she herself had hardly considered law enforcement as any sort of probably career path. It was not along her emotional scope to even if she did have such aspirations. She loathed the sort of kindred essence forming between them while also felt a tiny glimmer of something else tickling the edges of her cold exterior.

No melting, however. Perhaps a dull chipping motion at best.

Her interest in others waxed and waned, but currently it was working in his favor.

"Interesting," she noted as her grey eyes traced his shoulders to his arm and down to his hands. "Very interesting." A compliment coming from someone like her, so he should be very appreciative. Her eyes traced back up to his face as she scrutinized his features a bit, as though the answer she was seeking would be written there somewhere, but all returns were fruitless. "Why?" she asked simply as a follow up to his name's familiarity.

BanaBatGirl · 04-15-2020, 07:17 PM

....?! Interesting? David hadn't even said anything. He hadn't considered this possibility until now, mostly because he was focused on the albino appearance of the strange one, but was it possible that she was also...a....a....legilimens? Or at least sensitive toward reading thoughts? And if she did possess a remarkable ability such as this, what was she doing waitressing in Diagon Alley? Valerie Grey was not living up to her potential. Or was she here on purpose....? For some other reason?!

David was feeling more guarded and less amused now, although only the fists in the pocket of his jacket and the sudden clenching of his jaw showed his caution. "I don't know why you think you know me," he replied, a bit impatiently. He wasn't important, he'd already said that. "My parents....did a lot for wizarding education." There, there you go. The son of academics. And his mum had written that book about how horrible ~~his precious, beloved~~ Hogwarts was, so. La de da.

sweetpinkpixie · 04-16-2020, 10:41 AM

I n t e r e s t i n g.

Just as interesting as the manner in which he had said the 'no' was his reaction to her simple 'why'. On how the tables had suddenly turned and now he the one on the defensive while being deliciously pushed back on to his heels. Valerie much preferred this. In fact, her questions and curiosity were even of the genuine variety.

Wizarding education was the last piece she required to complete the puzzle, though it was not his mother that served as the final piece as much as the father and his academic works. Specifically those having to do with ancient wizarding languages and magical origins; History of Magic as a general concept, if you will. Though as that all fell into place, so too did the image of his mother and her....reputation. One that had not been particularly favorable over in America - those as a Canadian, herself, she tended to take such opinions with a grain of exquisite salt and not pay into rumor too much. Her contributions to Herbology as well - critical to the field.

"I know of your parents and their respective legacies," she noted calmly. No where had she implied that she knew David Truebridge. Only the Truebridge name. "Some of your mother's writings were essential references during my Herbology classes at university...your father's during my thesis."

BanaBatGirl · 04-16-2020, 04:48 PM

David did not prefer the shoe being on the other foot, as the expression goes. He was comfortable in the role of curious researcher/general inquisitive person. He was not comfortable being the subject under scrutiny or inspection. He swallowed his anxiety at this unfamiliar situation and tried to find a way to turn this...conversation back around to focusing on Valerie.

"Ah." Yes, she'd heard of them at uni. Their legacies. Lovely. What great parents he had. Awesome people. Never annoyed him. Never threatened to kick him out. Not once. Not ever. A perfect family, with perfect parents and a perfect son who was set up perfectly to carry on the torch of his parents' perfect legacies. Was his annoyance showing on his face yet?

This connection with Valerie was not entirely unexpected, except again David was reminded of his opinion that Ms. Gray was not living up to her potential. A uni grad? Not that it mattered, but if it took the focus off him, he asked, "In what area , precisely, is your degree?" He was also mildly curious as to which campus she had completed her studies. Mildly curious. Still partly annoyed.

sweetpinkpixie · 04-24-2020, 02:55 PM

It seemed as though this was truly to be a tennis match between them to keep the ball in the other's court for focus. Typically it was an easy enough task to accomplish and most she encountered had no problem indulging in oversharing about themselves. Most of the time she tuned such things out as she had next to no interest in hearing people brag about their existence...so when she found someone with the same reluctance as her own, it was delicious.

Especially when the facial features of the other person were so easily read.

"I sense a certain aura of disdain in that syllable," she pointed out casually and with the curiosity of a kneazle; one that had no intention of being killed, for the record. So it came as no surprise when he attempted to shift conversation back to her with his next inquiry, even if she was far from probing his psyche on the subject. "Transfiguration. I nearly doubled in Potions as well though circumstances prevented such."

Circumstances involving a man child distraction that she would, by no means, indulge David Truebridge with.

BanaBatGirl · 04-24-2020, 04:11 PM

An aura of disdain? David exhaled low and soft. She had no idea, and he was determined to not expand on it. He became aware that he was grinding his teeth and did his best to soften his face to an expression of boredom and mild interest.

So, she'd studied Transfiguration. That checked out, given his antlers earlier. He squinted up the street and then back to her. "Potions was worthwhile major," he stated, now making eye contact with the rubbish bin. "You should have completed it." As he had done, studying both potions and experimental magic.

But enough about him. It was time he should be going, really, and he had used up all his amusement for the day on Valerie Gray. Davie tossed in a spare tissue he'd found in his pocket just now and then moved to leave for real this time. "It was nice to meet you, Ms. Gray."

sweetpinkpixie · 04-29-2020, 10:59 AM

Positively delighted by the change in his persona, Valerie was content with continuing to push buttons and seeing what other variety of expressions her words could elicit from his well proportioned features. Save for his jab (yes, it was a jab to her) regarding Potions.

"Because I did not earn a degree in the field does not mean I lack proficiency in the subject," she replied dryly. Though currently she had been brewing more poisons than she typically would, but the manager at one of her handful of jobs deserved what was coming to him. Nothing fatal. Contrary to popular opinion, she was not a monster nor was she heartless.

Was this feeling...disappointment? There was a sort of reluctance tugging at her insides as he dismissed himself and she was not in the business of chasing company. So when he did not ask for her correspondence, she reminded herself that she was content with this standard development. "Go thy ways, Mr. Truebridge. May our paths cross once more."

And she too would leave, or at the very least continue her walk in the opposite direction so that she was not left but rather an active participant in this parting.

kayquilz · 08-14-2020, 12:17 AM

Aboli was very ready for summer by the time the train had arrived, and so it had been a few weeks before she was ready to venture into Diagon. She had hung out with both Royse and Val multiple times already, but it had come time to go school shopping.

Did that mean she would do it today? Maaaaybe. Mostly, she just wanted to hang out with Val somewhere other than their two houses. So here she was in DA, wandering past Weasley Wizard Wheezes, crinkling her nose as.....SOMETHING....bothered her. The smell was one of the worst she had ever inhaled. Naturally, she headed right towards it. WHERE WERE U, SMELLY SMELL?

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