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The south end of the street begins at the playground and stretches on to reveal Gringotts Wizarding Bank and a variety of shops and businesses that will suit the needs of just about any witch or wizard. A mixture of smells, from the coffee at Espresso Patronum to the potions at Madam Primpernelle's, fill the air. Both the young and the young at heart can stock up on items ranging from a new wand to an assortment of magical items that have seen better days. There's even a joke shop for those of you out for a good laugh. I'd think wisely about my choices or words and actions, though! Its cobblestones may be chipped or dusty from excessive wear over the years of being trampled on by many thousands of feet. Large glass windows grab your attention with various signs and merchandise, in attempts to lure you into those shops and spend more money you may or may not have.
Outside several shops are park benches, perfect for a quick chat or rest of your feet. But don't sit too long - these spots are high in demand and you may run the risk of being sat on or someone tripping over your feet. Not to mention that the rubbish bin next to the bench near Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes wreaks of various stenches of items that have been tossed away. Shame because if they hadn't absorbed the smells, one man's junk might become another man's treasure.
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Not-so-little Becky Rasting was relieved to be back in London and Diagon Alley after what had been a...difficult summer term at Himitsumahou. Her sleek black hair down to her waist seemed a little less luminescent than usual and something in her hazel-green eyes felt...sad. But she was determined to turn things around and an afternoon in the Alley while waiting for grandpa to finished up with all his important meetings at the Ministry. Now that she was a FOURTH year...she was allowed to go out a bit more on her own. Especially since she had proven herself to be responsible - so she felt VERY mature recently.
She was even KISSING someone now. Though that was also a bit confusing.
She was feeling the urge to...look at MAKE UP...but did not remember where exactly the shop was so she was meandering when she spotted her housemate. "Minjae!" she squeaked, giddy to see the familiar face as she shuffled more quickly towards him and tackled him from behind.
Instead of buying his school supplies, Minjae decided to buy an ice cream first. So he folded the piece of paper back up and put it in his pocket again. He looked ahead of him as he tried to remember where the ice cream shop was again when he heard his name being called in the midst of the crowd.
He looked around to find the source of the voice and his dark brown eyes landed on Becky Rasting as she speed shuffled towards him. Oh no...
The Hufflepuff didn't even have time to react his self-defense instructor would be disappointed right now and he stumbled forward when his Housemate tackled him from behind. "Becky! Yeah nice to see you too but please don't do that" He was wearing his GOOD shirt today! Well, he was always wearing expensive clothing...there was no way he would wear something cheap unless it was his school uniform. And even that was from the top quality shelf.
At the sound of a voice behind her, January turned her head and saw a blonde woman and she registered her saying something about dropping something out of her purse. "Oh-" January started, looking around on the ground. It was just a piece of paper. Honestly, the woman could have picked it up for her instead of just telling her, but that was neither here nor there.
January stooped over to pick the piece of paper up, inspecting it quickly to see if it was anything important.
It was all going smoothly, better than she had planned since the woman stopped right near the alley. Now all she needed to do was a quick silence spell, bend down and tell her not to try anything and move into the alley. As she went to slip her wand out of her rob she noticed two students down the street.
Simone didn't bother with them even though she could have easily fixed the issue, but they were far enough down the street that she bent down close to the woman and as she did she did a quick nonverbal stunning spell. Placing her arms on January's arms to steady her and to seem like she was only helping January if onlookers would see from the distance they were.
Simone swiftly apparated away from Diagon Alley with January Bones.
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Instead of buying his school supplies, Minjae decided to buy an ice cream first. So he folded the piece of paper back up and put it in his pocket again. He looked ahead of him as he tried to remember where the ice cream shop was again when he heard his name being called in the midst of the crowd.
He looked around to find the source of the voice and his dark brown eyes landed on Becky Rasting as she speed shuffled towards him. Oh no...
The Hufflepuff didn't even have time to react his self-defense instructor would be disappointed right now and he stumbled forward when his Housemate tackled him from behind. "Becky! Yeah nice to see you too but please don't do that" He was wearing his GOOD shirt today! Well, he was always wearing expensive clothing...there was no way he would wear something cheap unless it was his school uniform. And even that was from the top quality shelf.
SQUUUUUUUUISH.
Becky was affectionately nuzzling his back, the space between his shoulder blades, when he politely asked her to stop. Oops. Was he a little like Sam and Maxie in that he had a bit more of a personal bubble than herself? She was learning to read the signs, especially when they were pointed out to her so clearly like Minjae was at the moment.
"Oh...sorry," she chirped, her arms uncoiling from around him as she skipped around him and planted both of her feet firmly on the ground in front of him. As she faced him, she caught a glimpse of Auntie January a little down the street but thought nothing of it. She seemed to be out with a friend right now and it would probably be rude for her to interrupt. "Hi. I just got excited to see you is all. How are you? How has your summer been? OH! I have something for you from Himitsumahou but I don't have it with me now...so I'll give it to you on the Hogwarts Express."
Oh...and now Auntie January was gone. Oh well.
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SQUUUUUUUUISH.
Becky was affectionately nuzzling his back, the space between his shoulder blades, when he politely asked her to stop. Oops. Was he a little like Sam and Maxie in that he had a bit more of a personal bubble than herself? She was learning to read the signs, especially when they were pointed out to her so clearly like Minjae was at the moment.
"Oh...sorry," she chirped, her arms uncoiling from around him as she skipped around him and planted both of her feet firmly on the ground in front of him. As she faced him, she caught a glimpse of Auntie January a little down the street but thought nothing of it. She seemed to be out with a friend right now and it would probably be rude for her to interrupt. "Hi. I just got excited to see you is all. How are you? How has your summer been? OH! I have something for you from Himitsumahou but I don't have it with me now...so I'll give it to you on the Hogwarts Express."
Oh...and now Auntie January was gone. Oh well.
One thing that Minjae could not do was getting mad about hugs. Hugs were lovely. He just wasn't a big hugger himself. He had been, but that was years ago before he started Hogwarts. He would hug everyone he met to the point that his parents had to explain to him that sometimes people did not like that. He had not understood it back then but now that he was getting older himself he got it.
Glad that Becky did let go of his back, he watched her as she skipped around him so that he was facing her. Completely unaware of the event that was happening behind him, Minjae laughed. "I didn't know anyone would be excited to see me" Liked maybe, enjoyed even. But excited? lol. "My summer is great" he lied. Well, it wasn't really a lie. He had had a great time in Switzerland. He just had a lot of worries now but she did not need to know that "My grandparents are flying over tomorrow" And he couldn't wait to get his hands on the newest VR system! "How has yours been?" he asked.
Himitsuma....what? "What's a Himitsumaioh?" had he said that correctly? He was a Muggleborn and although he knew quite a bit about the Magical World, some things were still a mystery to me. "Is that like a town or a school?" His bet was on a hometown or something of that kind. "What did you wanted to give me?" come on! one does not simply say they got a gift and then not give it immediately. He hated waiting...
"I was NOT trying to steal you!" Anastasia again protested, even LOUDER this time. She knew better than to try to drown out a hysterical child, but did her knowledge of childrearing prevent her from acting like one herself? Not very often, actually.
She whirled on the father, her wrath heated attention ALSO on the man and his WAND. Could he even arrest her? Did he have the authority to do so?! Should she arm herself now??!?! Without thinking, her wand instinctively slid from her wrist holster into her hand. "I was ATTEMPTING to return him to a LOST CHILD area, assuming there still IS ONE HERE," she huffed. There was something vaguely familiar with this man, but not anything that would cause her to hesitate in protesting her innocence.
"YOUR CHILD," offspring, "ATTACKED ME!" Ran into, more like, but he hadn't been here to see it so it was her word against the tadpole's and Annie was always absolutely convinced of herself as never ever ever being incorrect about anything ever.
As soon as the woman turned, Jake realised at once that he knew her. Perks(?) of having first met her when she was an adult (but probably younger than he was now? ... Merlin) meant knowing her adult face very well. It was ingrained in his memory, probably, after all the... ahem... run-ins at Hogwarts.
He couldn't tell if she recognised him yet, because she seemed more intent on screeching like a banshee making her displeasure known.
"Alright... let's just both relax here," Jake said, using the firm-but-not-unkind voice that was effective both at work and with... like a quarter of his children. Occasionally. He lowered his wand slightly, now that he knew who she was and having decided this didn't seem terribly out of character for her... but not entirely disregarding the possibility of some sort of curse or possession, purely because he was long in the habit of erring on the side of caution, thanks to work. "I think there might be some kind of misunderstanding here. I very much doubt he set out to attack you." Some of his other kids? He'd believe it. Ezra, who was now sheltering right behind him, stock still bar the trembling and completely concealed from view? No, no. And not that it really meant anything, but if the boy didn't end up in Hufflepuff, Jake would eat his hat.
... Well, he didn't own a hat, but he'd buy one for the cause. "Did he kick you?" If so, Jake would make him apologise, even though he'd be proud. Because it was Bunbury he had been taught to defend himself after all. But those kicks did hurt.
"If you were trying to take him somewhere, you probably just panicked him." Jake reached behind his back again and squeezed his son's shoulder - firmly, just like he liked. "But I'm sure you've panicked your fair share of small children, right, Anastasia?" He smiled widely at her.
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As soon as the woman turned, Jake realised at once that he knew her. Perks(?) of having first met her when she was an adult (but probably younger than he was now? ... Merlin) meant knowing her adult face very well. It was ingrained in his memory, probably, after all the... ahem... run-ins at Hogwarts.
He couldn't tell if she recognised him yet, because she seemed more intent on screeching like a banshee making her displeasure known.
"Alright... let's just both relax here," Jake said, using the firm-but-not-unkind voice that was effective both at work and with... like a quarter of his children. Occasionally. He lowered his wand slightly, now that he knew who she was and having decided this didn't seem terribly out of character for her... but not entirely disregarding the possibility of some sort of curse or possession, purely because he was long in the habit of erring on the side of caution, thanks to work. "I think there might be some kind of misunderstanding here. I very much doubt he set out to attack you." Some of his other kids? He'd believe it. Ezra, who was now sheltering right behind him, stock still bar the trembling and completely concealed from view? No, no. And not that it really meant anything, but if the boy didn't end up in Hufflepuff, Jake would eat his hat.
... Well, he didn't own a hat, but he'd buy one for the cause. "Did he kick you?" If so, Jake would make him apologise, even though he'd be proud. Because it was Bunbury he had been taught to defend himself after all. But those kicks did hurt.
"If you were trying to take him somewhere, you probably just panicked him." Jake reached behind his back again and squeezed his son's shoulder - firmly, just like he liked. "But I'm sure you've panicked your fair share of small children, right, Anastasia?" He smiled widely at her.
Some phrases Anastasia had never taken well to included (but were not limited to) calm down, relax, lower your voice, put down your wand, let go of the chocolate, they're just plants, please stop yelling at me, etc. etc. She noticed that he was lowering his wand, but since hers was just loosely held in her hand, she didn't move to do the same. She didn't move at all, really, just breathing in and out through her flared nostrils and eying this FATHER suspiciously.
"Hmmph," was all she replied to the explanations about the boy's intentions. Explanations sounded more like EXCUSES to her. Also, she wasn't entirely sure how she had scuffled with the boy. Whether or not he'd kicked her mattered less than the fact that she felt she was owed an apology anyway. She opened her mouth to inform the parent of this when---when---wait-- but----
Anastasia STARED at the man now, wand up in suspicion. She was running his face through her mental library and coming up short every time. She didn't know anyone in this age range....? Did she???????? How old was this man anyway? And what--- and who??? But with the boy?????????????
She snapped at him, tempted to jab at him as well with her wand.
"How do you know my name?" AND WHY WAS HE SMILING ABOUT IT? There was something about the way he'd said Anastasia, coupled with the joke about panicking children, that was making her brain itch.
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Some phrases Anastasia had never taken well to included (but were not limited to) calm down, relax, lower your voice, put down your wand, let go of the chocolate, they're just plants, please stop yelling at me, etc. etc. She noticed that he was lowering his wand, but since hers was just loosely held in her hand, she didn't move to do the same. She didn't move at all, really, just breathing in and out through her flared nostrils and eying this FATHER suspiciously.
"Hmmph," was all she replied to the explanations about the boy's intentions. Explanations sounded more like EXCUSES to her. Also, she wasn't entirely sure how she had scuffled with the boy. Whether or not he'd kicked her mattered less than the fact that she felt she was owed an apology anyway. She opened her mouth to inform the parent of this when---when---wait-- but----
Anastasia STARED at the man now, wand up in suspicion. She was running his face through her mental library and coming up short every time. She didn't know anyone in this age range....? Did she???????? How old was this man anyway? And what--- and who??? But with the boy?????????????
She snapped at him, tempted to jab at him as well with her wand.
"How do you know my name?" AND WHY WAS HE SMILING ABOUT IT? There was something about the way he'd said Anastasia, coupled with the joke about panicking children, that was making her brain itch.
Jake just stood there, pleasant enough expression on his face, waiting patiently for answer that ultimately never came. Which... was fine, actually, he'd dealt with plenty of other criminals people who didn't like answering questions and preferred to keep their wands pointed at him. The main issue was really that, in this case, he had a rather sensitive son here taking shelter behind him.
In the end, though, when she did speak, Jake smiled again, happy to clear up the confusion. Kind of.
"Surely after all those years of teaching, you realise that some of your students are likely to remember you." Unless they had repressed those memories, of course, which would be entirely understandable. But then, maybe that's what the Bunz - and that's what she would always be in Jake's eyes - had done herself, regarding him. Also entirely understandable.
But anyway, because that wand was still pointed at him - and was the reason Jake still hadn't reholstered his own - it was obviously best to help solve the mystery sooner rather than later. "You taught me Herbology, oh... thirty years ago?" How he wished he was kidding about how long it had been. "You remember, charming little Hufflepuff, fond of losing points, yea high-" He put out at about Ezra's height. "-terrible stutter. I seem to recall a detention involving a Devil's Snare..."
Stating his name probably would have been more helpful, but... once a problem, always a problem.
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Jake just stood there, pleasant enough expression on his face, waiting patiently for answer that ultimately never came. Which... was fine, actually, he'd dealt with plenty of other criminals people who didn't like answering questions and preferred to keep their wands pointed at him. The main issue was really that, in this case, he had a rather sensitive son here taking shelter behind him.
In the end, though, when she did speak, Jake smiled again, happy to clear up the confusion. Kind of.
"Surely after all those years of teaching, you realise that some of your students are likely to remember you." Unless they had repressed those memories, of course, which would be entirely understandable. But then, maybe that's what the Bunz - and that's what she would always be in Jake's eyes - had done herself, regarding him. Also entirely understandable.
But anyway, because that wand was still pointed at him - and was the reason Jake still hadn't reholstered his own - it was obviously best to help solve the mystery sooner rather than later. "You taught me Herbology, oh... thirty years ago?" How he wished he was kidding about how long it had been. "You remember, charming little Hufflepuff, fond of losing points, yea high-" He put out at about Ezra's height. "-terrible stutter. I seem to recall a detention involving a Devil's Snare..."
Stating his name probably would have been more helpful, but... once a problem, always a problem.
Like a fish out of water, Bunz was gaping, gaaaaaaaaaaaaping at the man in front of her.
"Uh---uh----Upstead?" she stammered eventually how ironic that she was the one now stuttering. Even after all his explanation, and it was obvious he was enjoying this, judging from that smile on his face, his identity really hadn't clicked until he had mentioned the Devil's Snare Detention, which he was NEVER supposed to mention EVER!!!!1! She had indeed been repressing memories about this boy for the last thirty years (heavens, had it been that long?!) and now they all came flooding back to her with the horror and guilt and just general horror she felt whenver she heard Jake (Jakers) Upstead's name.
The redhead had to breathe in through her nose AND her fish mouth to collect herself, and she looked as pale as a sheet, but she lowered her wand as she asked, "What--- who---" Ahem. "What have you been up to?"
If only Ethan were here right now; she knew she shouldn't have left him at home. He was FAR MORE EQUIPPED to deal with Upsteads than she was. And yet, look at her, inquiring as to Jake's wellbeing not because she cared but because she wanted to go home and brag to her husband about this incident. She was behaving HErOICaLLy toward this former student and his spawn. Magnanimous, even. Look at how amazing she is. JUST LOOKIT.
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Like a fish out of water, Bunz was gaping, gaaaaaaaaaaaaping at the man in front of her.
"Uh---uh----Upstead?" she stammered eventually how ironic that she was the one now stuttering. Even after all his explanation, and it was obvious he was enjoying this, judging from that smile on his face, his identity really hadn't clicked until he had mentioned the Devil's Snare Detention, which he was NEVER supposed to mention EVER!!!!1! She had indeed been repressing memories about this boy for the last thirty years (heavens, had it been that long?!) and now they all came flooding back to her with the horror and guilt and just general horror she felt whenver she heard Jake (Jakers) Upstead's name.
The redhead had to breathe in through her nose AND her fish mouth to collect herself, and she looked as pale as a sheet, but she lowered her wand as she asked, "What--- who---" Ahem. "What have you been up to?"
If only Ethan were here right now; she knew she shouldn't have left him at home. He was FAR MORE EQUIPPED to deal with Upsteads than she was. And yet, look at her, inquiring as to Jake's wellbeing not because she cared but because she wanted to go home and brag to her husband about this incident. She was behaving HErOICaLLy toward this former student and his spawn. Magnanimous, even. Look at how amazing she is. JUST LOOKIT.
That was satisfying. Maybe a little too satisfying, like obnoxiously so, but... well, where was the harm? Exactly. Nowhere. No harm in a little amusement. Uh. Usually.
"Upstead," Jake confirmed, all chipper. There was just really something to be said for randomly encountering your old foenemesismortal enemy teacher, when you no longer automatically lost out on the upperhand because of that whole 'children respecting authority' thing (which, by the way, he was now a strong proponent of, what with being in charge of several dozen problematic children... or at least it felt that way, at times - but he wasn't very well going to say that). Not that he'd ever... well. ANYWAYS.
Jake grinned at BunburyTruebridgeAnastasia Bunbury like he hadn't noticed her pale face or uncanny goldfish impression. "Oh, you know. Parenting," he jerked his head back to indicate Ezra. "Working at the ministry. Law enforcement." That part was said pointedly, just because of the surprise it was usually met with by people Jake reunited with after a long time.
"And you? How's... David?" He'd heard about her son years ago, through the real Truebridge (the one who had always miraculously tolerated Jake) and then again through the Kettleburns. Only a vague knowledge - though enough that he'd surmised that the boy might have known his sort-of-eldest - but it was polite to ask.
Jake Upstead did manners now too, see.
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That was satisfying. Maybe a little too satisfying, like obnoxiously so, but... well, where was the harm? Exactly. Nowhere. No harm in a little amusement. Uh. Usually.
"Upstead," Jake confirmed, all chipper. There was just really something to be said for randomly encountering your old foenemesismortal enemy teacher, when you no longer automatically lost out on the upperhand because of that whole 'children respecting authority' thing (which, by the way, he was now a strong proponent of, what with being in charge of several dozen problematic children... or at least it felt that way, at times - but he wasn't very well going to say that). Not that he'd ever... well. ANYWAYS.
Jake grinned at BunburyTruebridgeAnastasia Bunbury like he hadn't noticed her pale face or uncanny goldfish impression. "Oh, you know. Parenting," he jerked his head back to indicate Ezra. "Working at the ministry. Law enforcement." That part was said pointedly, just because of the surprise it was usually met with by people Jake reunited with after a long time.
"And you? How's... David?" He'd heard about her son years ago, through the real Truebridge (the one who had always miraculously tolerated Jake) and then again through the Kettleburns. Only a vague knowledge - though enough that he'd surmised that the boy might have known his sort-of-eldest - but it was polite to ask.
Jake Upstead did manners now too, see.
Parenting. Eww. That's right; they were only trapped in this unfortunate trip down nostalgia lane because Upstead had procreated and the spawn had ATTACKED HER! She cleared her throat in the general direction of said spawn. "Well, I see you still have some things to learn AND teach to your offspring." Like to not attack beautiful helpful intelligent women in the street, like herself? Hmm? They were both rubbish at this part.
She shook her head, blinking, at the next bit of nonsense to come out of Jake's mouth. "LAW EnFORCemEnT?" the redhead repeated. "How---" how had even managed to hang onto a wand in all this time?? Shouldn't he be the one GETTING arrested, not the one doing the arresting? THE WORLD WAS ON ITS HEAD TODAY! Everything was topsy-turvy, upside down, all wrong. ALL WRONG! She was perturbed and staring at him again, not even bothering to finish her thought.
And now he was COMING AFTER HER FAMILY? "Davie.........." How did he know about Davie?! Annie was highly suspicious now. Upstead had sources close to her. She was not pleased with this development. She held her chin up imperiously, glaring at Upstead, who was now taller than her as well; just another reason to dislike him. "David is fine. He graduated university with a double-major, summa cum laude. He is brilliant." Her PRIDE and JOY. And no, she was not in Diagon Alley today to follow her son around and try to make amends with him from their last argument. Not at all. She was HERE for a Pppotion that she could have made at home and the Upstead(s) were distracting her from purchasing it.
With that thought, Anastasia tossed her hair over her shoulder and took a step away from Jake, tucking her wand away into her wrist holster. "It's been nice catching up." Not at all. "But I have to be going, and now that you have your son back.........." They were square, right? Good. Great. Ciao.
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Parenting. Eww. That's right; they were only trapped in this unfortunate trip down nostalgia lane because Upstead had procreated and the spawn had ATTACKED HER! She cleared her throat in the general direction of said spawn. "Well, I see you still have some things to learn AND teach to your offspring." Like to not attack beautiful helpful intelligent women in the street, like herself? Hmm? They were both rubbish at this part.
She shook her head, blinking, at the next bit of nonsense to come out of Jake's mouth. "LAW EnFORCemEnT?" the redhead repeated. "How---" how had even managed to hang onto a wand in all this time?? Shouldn't he be the one GETTING arrested, not the one doing the arresting? THE WORLD WAS ON ITS HEAD TODAY! Everything was topsy-turvy, upside down, all wrong. ALL WRONG! She was perturbed and staring at him again, not even bothering to finish her thought.
And now he was COMING AFTER HER FAMILY? "Davie.........." How did he know about Davie?! Annie was highly suspicious now. Upstead had sources close to her. She was not pleased with this development. She held her chin up imperiously, glaring at Upstead, who was now taller than her as well; just another reason to dislike him. "David is fine. He graduated university with a double-major, summa cum laude. He is brilliant." Her PRIDE and JOY. And no, she was not in Diagon Alley today to follow her son around and try to make amends with him from their last argument. Not at all. She was HERE for a Pppotion that she could have made at home and the Upstead(s) were distracting her from purchasing it.
With that thought, Anastasia tossed her hair over her shoulder and took a step away from Jake, tucking her wand away into her wrist holster. "It's been nice catching up." Not at all. "But I have to be going, and now that you have your son back.........." They were square, right? Good. Great. Ciao.
Sensing rather than feeling Ezra moving around, Jake glanced down to his right and saw that his son was indeed taking a furtive glance at what was going on, no doubt confused by this turn of events. He reached over and guided Ez by the arm so he was stood in front, and placed both hands on his shoulders. It was easy to give in and let him hide away when he wanted - those big, sad, blue eyes always did the trick - but Jake had been informed multiple times now that it would be a lot better in the long run if they encouraged Ezra away from that tendency, provided whatever it was that he was facing wasn't actually life threatening.
... Although Bunz could very well be considered such, depending on the mood you caught her in.
"Well, we're all still learning, really, aren't we?" Or they should be, anyway. Even old gargoy-... distinguished ladies of a certain age like Bunz.
But there it was. Something was always just so amusing, so satisfying about the surprise he was met with after mentioning his career track. Yes, Jake realised he probably should have been a bit more... upset? Offended? Ashamed? By the reactions, but ultimately... it was just funny. "One of the big secrets of the universe. But I'm glad your boy's doing well. You must be very proud." Was he jealous? No. Yes. No. Maybe a little. He didn't even know where Daxton was these days - it was only through Aslan that he knew he was still alive - and it had been years since he'd sought out an update from the Toussaints, so as far as he knew, the boy had squandered the massive amounts of potential he'd once had. And of course Jake still felt responsible, of course he still bore that guilt. He squeezed Ezra's shoulders, more to comfort himself than his son, and smiled all the same.
But Bunz was right (gasp), it was time to be getting on with the day, too many kids at home to spend much time lingering around Diagon Alley. "Yes, of course. Very... nice." Sure, that. "Ez, say goodbye."
Ezra - still suspicious, still ready to scream if the woman made the slightest sudden movement, and also now intrigued as to who she even was - stared for a moment in the general direction of her very red hair. After a pause, he did speak. "Goodbye, Mrs Old Lady." There. Could they go now?
Jake made a noise that sounded suspiciously like he was trying to cover up a spluttering laugh with a cough. Ahem, ahem, ahahahahaHEM. "Yes, well, uh... we'll just be going, have a lovely day!" And he whisked Ezra out of there, as quickly as he could.
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Sensing rather than feeling Ezra moving around, Jake glanced down to his right and saw that his son was indeed taking a furtive glance at what was going on, no doubt confused by this turn of events. He reached over and guided Ez by the arm so he was stood in front, and placed both hands on his shoulders. It was easy to give in and let him hide away when he wanted - those big, sad, blue eyes always did the trick - but Jake had been informed multiple times now that it would be a lot better in the long run if they encouraged Ezra away from that tendency, provided whatever it was that he was facing wasn't actually life threatening.
... Although Bunz could very well be considered such, depending on the mood you caught her in.
"Well, we're all still learning, really, aren't we?" Or they should be, anyway. Even old gargoy-... distinguished ladies of a certain age like Bunz.
But there it was. Something was always just so amusing, so satisfying about the surprise he was met with after mentioning his career track. Yes, Jake realised he probably should have been a bit more... upset? Offended? Ashamed? By the reactions, but ultimately... it was just funny. "One of the big secrets of the universe. But I'm glad your boy's doing well. You must be very proud." Was he jealous? No. Yes. No. Maybe a little. He didn't even know where Daxton was these days - it was only through Aslan that he knew he was still alive - and it had been years since he'd sought out an update from the Toussaints, so as far as he knew, the boy had squandered the massive amounts of potential he'd once had. And of course Jake still felt responsible, of course he still bore that guilt. He squeezed Ezra's shoulders, more to comfort himself than his son, and smiled all the same.
But Bunz was right (gasp), it was time to be getting on with the day, too many kids at home to spend much time lingering around Diagon Alley. "Yes, of course. Very... nice." Sure, that. "Ez, say goodbye."
Ezra - still suspicious, still ready to scream if the woman made the slightest sudden movement, and also now intrigued as to who she even was - stared for a moment in the general direction of her very red hair. After a pause, he did speak. "Goodbye, Mrs Old Lady." There. Could they go now?
Jake made a noise that sounded suspiciously like he was trying to cover up a spluttering laugh with a cough. Ahem, ahem, ahahahahaHEM. "Yes, well, uh... we'll just be going, have a lovely day!" And he whisked Ezra out of there, as quickly as he could.
Bunz did not wish to look up on the face of her AtTaCKeR, Upstead. Don't drag the boy in front like he's a human shield. She wasn't up for doing anything serious to him and his family.........today. But she would be having words with Ethan, and the Kettleburns, and possibly the Tates, or whoever else in her circle that had been in communication with this Hufflemess Hit Wizard or whatever he was.
"I am." Proud, that is. She had no idea of course that one of Davie's classmates was in fact Upstead's son; the fact that even one of her former students had a child his same age (looking at you, Celandine Toussaint) was disturbing enough.
She let out a loud HUFF at the little Upstead offspring's name for her. HOW RUDE! She wasn't old! She was DISTINGUISHED! She had aged with GRACE and STYLE! Why the nerve--- she should have given the boy something to cry about the FIRST TIME SHE'D RUN INTO HIM---!!!!!!! "GOOD DAY TO YOU, UPSTEAD," the redhead roared before they had the GOOD SENSE to poof away. WHY SHE OUGHTA.....!
Shaking her head furiously, but without further ado, Annie took off up the street, in the opposite direction of the Upsteads. She was tempted to jinx them as they disappeared but....she knew her husband wouldn't approve, and she was trying SO HARD to behave today, so....that was that.
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Winter time wasn't all that bad. The weather was cold and for an ice cream shop owner business was slow, but when you are Leaon Brown you don't just sit and dwell on the bad. So here he was a week before Christmas was a cart full of hot chocolate and little gift cards to his shop.
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly"
He was in the best mood and he was stopping when he saw those busy Christmas shoppers to give out his free hot chocolate and gift cards. It was his way of showing appreciation for the wonderful success to his business.
Did he mention his outfit was a very bright neon pink Santa hat that had jingling bells all over it?
Winter time wasn't all that bad. The weather was cold and for an ice cream shop owner business was slow, but when you are Leaon Brown you don't just sit and dwell on the bad. So here he was a week before Christmas was a cart full of hot chocolate and little gift cards to his shop.
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly"
He was in the best mood and he was stopping when he saw those busy Christmas shoppers to give out his free hot chocolate and gift cards. It was his way of showing appreciation for the wonderful success to his business.
Did he mention his outfit was a very bright neon pink Santa hat that had jingling bells all over it?
It was time to get some shopping done. Not Christmas shopping! Jessica had done that far before now; no, it was regular shopping she needed to get done before she started on her new journey as a Ministry employee. She had a bag draped over her arm as she walked past, walking idly to take in how pretty Diagon looked at this time of year. Frost covered and just...cheerful.
It was enough to warm her heart a LITTLE.
Hot cocoa, though? "Are you selling these?" she asked curiously, stopping in front of the man. "Hot cocoa seems like JUST the thing in this weather!" Jessica was quite bundled, but fashionably so.
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It was time to get some shopping done. Not Christmas shopping! Jessica had done that far before now; no, it was regular shopping she needed to get done before she started on her new journey as a Ministry employee. She had a bag draped over her arm as she walked past, walking idly to take in how pretty Diagon looked at this time of year. Frost covered and just...cheerful.
It was enough to warm her heart a LITTLE.
Hot cocoa, though? "Are you selling these?" she asked curiously, stopping in front of the man. "Hot cocoa seems like JUST the thing in this weather!" Jessica was quite bundled, but fashionably so.
Hew as headed down the street more just singing away when his eyes fell on someone who thought hot chocolate was just the thing. Oooooh he liked her already! 'Why yes it is perfect for this weather and no I'm not selling it silly." Stopping the cart he grabbed a cup and started to pour. The steam pour out as the hot it the cold weather.
'Would you like marshmallows, chocolate sprinkles, whip cream?" He had them all of course. "I am just passing them out as a thank you to Diagon Alley and giving a discount card out for Florean's. " She would be getting that of course when he was done.
...not....selling it?! Jessica was surprised to hear that! "Oh - I mean! Thanks!" she chuckled as she eyed the steam spiraling up from the cup. "It sure smells good! I'll take all three? If that's all right," she couldn't stop smiling. What a treat! "Discount card...like...a coupon?" she smiled. Was he an employee? "So this is a ploy by Florean's, then? Cool. I guess it isn't busy during the winter...seeing as it's cold."
It made her wonder why they didn't sell something different during the winter. In fact, why didn't all ice cream parlors do that? They could sell hot drinks over winter. Hmm. Why wasn't Jessica in charge of all businesses ever? She would so do well.
Too bad her talents lay elsewhere.
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...not....selling it?! Jessica was surprised to hear that! "Oh - I mean! Thanks!" she chuckled as she eyed the steam spiraling up from the cup. "It sure smells good! I'll take all three? If that's all right," she couldn't stop smiling. What a treat! "Discount card...like...a coupon?" she smiled. Was he an employee? "So this is a ploy by Florean's, then? Cool. I guess it isn't busy during the winter...seeing as it's cold."
It made her wonder why they didn't sell something different during the winter. In fact, why didn't all ice cream parlors do that? They could sell hot drinks over winter. Hmm. Why wasn't Jessica in charge of all businesses ever? She would so do well.
Too bad her talents lay elsewhere.
"All three? Girrrrrl that is the most perfect combination." Leo was always happy to put all three on the hot chocolate and he got to work on her drink. Handing it over once he was finished with a smile. "A ploy?"
Cue the dramatic Gasp that just happened from Leo...
"I would never, this is a thank you for all the support all my customers have given over the last few years since I've been owner, but yes, this is like a coupon. One free scoop with your order! It's good until the end the following year."Wasn't that just soooo exciting!
"Ah, we do get slower, but don't you worry business is still good." He was proud of his shop and the loyalty that his customers had even in the winter.
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”Lunch,”Winnie said to Conley as she pulled her cousin to a stop outside of the sweet shop. She wanted to see what the fudge of the day was. ”Will not make up for the fact that I am still mad at you.”
Yeah, sure. Winnie was still mad at him. That’s why her hand was tucked into the crook of his arm. He’d apologized a hundred times for keeping the truth from her and he knew she was just milking this argument for all that she could. Conley would have to put his foot down sooner or later, but right now, he was still grateful that she hadn’t spilled the beans to his mom. ”Yes it will. Food always makes you happy.” he replied dully as if they had had this conversation a hundred time before (and they had).
”Only when you’re not cooking it.” she shot back. Conley was a terrible cook. Truthfully? She still was mad, but only a little bit. She had come to terms with what and why her cousin had run off and gotten married early. Aunt Eve was scary. Almost as scary as Auntie Faith. Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to give her cousin a hard time. At least for a little while longer. ”Why do we need to go to Gringotts again?” She tried at all times to avoid her part-time work place whenever possible.
"All three? Girrrrrl that is the most perfect combination." Leo was always happy to put all three on the hot chocolate and he got to work on her drink. Handing it over once he was finished with a smile. "A ploy?"
Cue the dramatic Gasp that just happened from Leo...
"I would never, this is a thank you for all the support all my customers have given over the last few years since I've been owner, but yes, this is like a coupon. One free scoop with your order! It's good until the end the following year."Wasn't that just soooo exciting!
"Ah, we do get slower, but don't you worry business is still good." He was proud of his shop and the loyalty that his customers had even in the winter.
His attitude got a smirk out of Jessica. "I agree. How do you take your hot cocoa, then?' she asked with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows. And his response told her it most certainly WAS a ploy, but he was playing it off like it tooootally wasn't.
We see you, Mr. Florean's Owner Guy. We do.
"Well thank you. So...you...own it? Florean's is YOURS? Is your name Florean? Do all owners need to have the name Florean?" Jessica was grinning like a cat. She was plaaaaaying because of couoouurrrseeeee not all owners had to be named Florean! "What is it like owning an ice cream parlor? Any horrible customers you have to kick out?" She waited patiently for her hot cocoa. With threeeee toppings.
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”Lunch,”Winnie said to Conley as she pulled her cousin to a stop outside of the sweet shop. She wanted to see what the fudge of the day was. ”Will not make up for the fact that I am still mad at you.”
Yeah, sure. Winnie was still mad at him. That’s why her hand was tucked into the crook of his arm. He’d apologized a hundred times for keeping the truth from her and he knew she was just milking this argument for all that she could. Conley would have to put his foot down sooner or later, but right now, he was still grateful that she hadn’t spilled the beans to his mom. ”Yes it will. Food always makes you happy.” he replied dully as if they had had this conversation a hundred time before (and they had).
”Only when you’re not cooking it.” she shot back. Conley was a terrible cook. Truthfully? She still was mad, but only a little bit. She had come to terms with what and why her cousin had run off and gotten married early. Aunt Eve was scary. Almost as scary as Auntie Faith. Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to give her cousin a hard time. At least for a little while longer. ”Why do we need to go to Gringotts again?” She tried at all times to avoid her part-time work place whenever possible.
Cody was walking the opposite direction of Winnie and her cousin, as it happened, and glancing at the ground at first as he walked. It was chilly and he was lost in thought, with his gloved hands shoved deep in his pockets and no hat on. Just the hood of his jacket would do. He was doing his best to ignore the passerby, especially the ones arguing about lunch and other things, so naturally, he didn't see her as he walked.
Looking down had its uses, though; he actually had time to step around a puddle in the middle of the street and happened, just happened, to bump into a bundled-up man named Conley going the opposite way. Ehhh it was just a small shoulder shove; the bloke would be fine. He didn't apologize or look up, and continued walking with his head down, pretending like he hadn't knocked into the man at all. It wasn't his fault there was a puddle there.
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Cody was walking the opposite direction of Winnie and her cousin, as it happened, and glancing at the ground at first as he walked. It was chilly and he was lost in thought, with his gloved hands shoved deep in his pockets and no hat on. Just the hood of his jacket would do. He was doing his best to ignore the passerby, especially the ones arguing about lunch and other things, so naturally, he didn't see her as he walked.
Looking down had its uses, though; he actually had time to step around a puddle in the middle of the street and happened, just happened, to bump into a bundled-up man named Conley going the opposite way. Ehhh it was just a small shoulder shove; the bloke would be fine. He didn't apologize or look up, and continued walking with his head down, pretending like he hadn't knocked into the man at all. It wasn't his fault there was a puddle there.
”Because I need to sign some papers giving Sachin access to my vault. And updated my personal information on –“ Someone bumped him cutting off his sentence. It wasn’t a big deal, but most people would you know, be polite and apologize about it. He was still trying to decide to make a scene when Winnie spoke up.
”Oye!” she called, because she knew Conley was too polite for his own good. ”The phrase is ‘excuse me!’ Were you raised with out manners?” She hadn’t seen who had bumped them, because she was too fixated on the fudge, whining, and the idea of lunch. And yes, she might still have yelled at him even if she had known it was Cody. Because Winnie sometimes had no filter.
”Win,” Conley was busy wiggling a finger in his ear which was ringing from his cousin’s shouting. ”He didn’t break anything. It’s fin-“
”No it’s not. Manners are manners. What would the world be like if everyone just ignored social niceties.”
Oh Merlin’s baggy britches. She sounded like his mother. Maybe letter his mother and Winnie plan their big formal wedding event/reception thingie had been a bad idea. Especially if Eve Phora was rubbing off on his beloved cousin. Furthermore, and not for the first time on this outing, did he wish his husband was around to help him with these errands, rather than his cousin who had become the biggest grumpy-sourpuss of company since finding out that he and Sachin had eloped. ”Forgive her – she’s a bit touched in the head.”
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”Because I need to sign some papers giving Sachin access to my vault. And updated my personal information on –“ Someone bumped him cutting off his sentence. It wasn’t a big deal, but most people would you know, be polite and apologize about it. He was still trying to decide to make a scene when Winnie spoke up.
”Oye!” she called, because she knew Conley was too polite for his own good. ”The phrase is ‘excuse me!’ Were you raised with out manners?” She hadn’t seen who had bumped them, because she was too fixated on the fudge, whining, and the idea of lunch. And yes, she might still have yelled at him even if she had known it was Cody. Because Winnie sometimes had no filter.
”Win,” Conley was busy wiggling a finger in his ear which was ringing from his cousin’s shouting. ”He didn’t break anything. It’s fin-“
”No it’s not. Manners are manners. What would the world be like if everyone just ignored social niceties.”
Oh Merlin’s baggy britches. She sounded like his mother. Maybe letter his mother and Winnie plan their big formal wedding event/reception thingie had been a bad idea. Especially if Eve Phora was rubbing off on his beloved cousin. Furthermore, and not for the first time on this outing, did he wish his husband was around to help him with these errands, rather than his cousin who had become the biggest grumpy-sourpuss of company since finding out that he and Sachin had eloped. ”Forgive her – she’s a bit touched in the head.”
OYE! The call after him did make Cody blink, but he didn't turn just yet. He just kinda paused in his walking, just long enough to hear the 'excuse me!' and other things shouted in his direction.
Now if that voice hadn't sounded familiar, he probably would have ignored it and continued walking. But as it were... he turned fully on his heel and walked back to the duo he'd bumped, his eyes narrowed as he pretended to be bothered by their words. Really, he was holding back a laugh, his blue eyes twinkling already at the sight of Winnie.
"Touched in the head, huh? Is that how come you can see auras?" He crossed his arms and blocked the pair's path. "And for the record, yes, I did have a questionable upbringing where manners were not really taught." Now the corners of his mouth were twitching, just a bit.
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OYE! The call after him did make Cody blink, but he didn't turn just yet. He just kinda paused in his walking, just long enough to hear the 'excuse me!' and other things shouted in his direction.
Now if that voice hadn't sounded familiar, he probably would have ignored it and continued walking. But as it were... he turned fully on his heel and walked back to the duo he'd bumped, his eyes narrowed as he pretended to be bothered by their words. Really, he was holding back a laugh, his blue eyes twinkling already at the sight of Winnie.
"Touched in the head, huh? Is that how come you can see auras?" He crossed his arms and blocked the pair's path. "And for the record, yes, I did have a questionable upbringing where manners were not really taught." Now the corners of his mouth were twitching, just a bit.
”I’m not touched…stop saying that!” She poked Conley in the chest. It was something that her cousins had been saying about her for years. Although when it was Conley, it was mostly said as a joke. His brothers? Not so much. But still it was a little hurtful. She couldn't help her gift and Conley knew it. She turned her focus towards the man who was storming back towards them. ”As for you Mister-“ she paused for a moment. She knew that one-of-a-king aura. Oh Merlin’s floppy hat, it was Cody. She was yelling at Cody! Cody, the man she really liked and had only gone on a few dates with. She might have turned a bit pink. Yelling at the man wasn't likely to get her asked out on another date.
”Win!” The man was heading their way when most people would have just turned and started shouting back at them. ”Knock it off. You don't need to get into another duel." Pause. What had he just said? "Hey! you can’t talk to her like that.” Sure he could. Winnie was his cousin and best friend after all. He'd earned the right to give her a hard time. Merlin knew she was a giant pain in the roses. Wait – how did he know Winnie could read auras? Conley stood there with a furrowed brow completely lost.
”Maybe it is!” She said continuing to stand her ground. Conley seemed to be completely lost and for once it was nice to be a foot up on the man. Usually it was the other way around. She could also tell from the pink rippling around Cody’s dark turquoise aura that he was enjoying this exchange, not to mention she had sworn that his lips had twitched. So maybe her outburst hadn't ruined things! ”Well, then maybe you need someone to teach you some manners?” Snarky thought she may sound, she was also trying not to smile or laugh.
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”I’m not touched…stop saying that!” She poked Conley in the chest. It was something that her cousins had been saying about her for years. Although when it was Conley, it was mostly said as a joke. His brothers? Not so much. But still it was a little hurtful. She couldn't help her gift and Conley knew it. She turned her focus towards the man who was storming back towards them. ”As for you Mister-“ she paused for a moment. She knew that one-of-a-king aura. Oh Merlin’s floppy hat, it was Cody. She was yelling at Cody! Cody, the man she really liked and had only gone on a few dates with. She might have turned a bit pink. Yelling at the man wasn't likely to get her asked out on another date.
”Win!” The man was heading their way when most people would have just turned and started shouting back at them. ”Knock it off. You don't need to get into another duel." Pause. What had he just said? "Hey! you can’t talk to her like that.” Sure he could. Winnie was his cousin and best friend after all. He'd earned the right to give her a hard time. Merlin knew she was a giant pain in the roses. Wait – how did he know Winnie could read auras? Conley stood there with a furrowed brow completely lost.
”Maybe it is!” She said continuing to stand her ground. Conley seemed to be completely lost and for once it was nice to be a foot up on the man. Usually it was the other way around. She could also tell from the pink rippling around Cody’s dark turquoise aura that he was enjoying this exchange, not to mention she had sworn that his lips had twitched. So maybe her outburst hadn't ruined things! ”Well, then maybe you need someone to teach you some manners?” Snarky thought she may sound, she was also trying not to smile or laugh.
So who was this guy Winnie was with? Cody was, admittedly, a bit curious. He seemed like he knew Winnie really well... was this her dad? Er? "I can't? Watch me." He leveled a cold LOOK the man's way, then glanced back at Winnie, still trying not to laugh.
Heh heh. She was being facetious, clearly, and he was amused by it. It really took a lot for Cody not to laugh. "Apparently I DO!" he growled, all in good fun. "And maybe YOU need someone to teach you how to talk to strangers on the street!" He made like he was going to grab her by the shoulder, but instead, he pulled her into him for a hug and a laugh.
Sorry, he wasn't a great actor. That charade hadn't lasted long at all. He spun her around and then took a step back from her, smiling in earnest this time. "Heyyyya, Winnie. Glad I ran into you." Or, rather, her friend.
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So who was this guy Winnie was with? Cody was, admittedly, a bit curious. He seemed like he knew Winnie really well... was this her dad? Er? "I can't? Watch me." He leveled a cold LOOK the man's way, then glanced back at Winnie, still trying not to laugh.
Heh heh. She was being facetious, clearly, and he was amused by it. It really took a lot for Cody not to laugh. "Apparently I DO!" he growled, all in good fun. "And maybe YOU need someone to teach you how to talk to strangers on the street!" He made like he was going to grab her by the shoulder, but instead, he pulled her into him for a hug and a laugh.
Sorry, he wasn't a great actor. That charade hadn't lasted long at all. He spun her around and then took a step back from her, smiling in earnest this time. "Heyyyya, Winnie. Glad I ran into you." Or, rather, her friend.
”Keep it up mate, and you’re likely to end up on the wrong side of a bat bogey hex.” It was Winnie’s signature move and Conley had been on the receiving end of it more than once. Conley put a hand on his cousin’s shoulder trying to get her to walk away from the man. This situation had somehow gotten out of control.
”I talk to people just fine!” she bellowed back, this time unable to hide the smile on her face. Only, when Cody reached for her, she had the brief fear that she might have misread the entire situation. A yip escaped her as he pulled her towards him, followed by a rush of adrenaline and a feeling she couldn't quite place at the moment. Then she was spinning and a squeal and laugh escaped her as Cody spun her around. She had been right! He had been happy to see her.
As the guy reached for Winnie, Conley reached for his wand all the time wondering why Winnie hadn’t already drawn hers. ”Don’t even think about –“ Winnie’s yip startled him and he had to step back as he was almost hit by Winnie’s feet as the angry rude dude started spinning her. He was spinning her. WHY was angry dude spinning her?! ”WHAT in the name of prancing hippogriff is going on?!” he demanded. He was mad. So mad that if Conley was a cartoon, he would have had steam coming out of his ears.
Winnie managed to snag Cody’s hand as he put her down and didn’t let go, even as he stepped back. She was all smiles as she looked up at Cody. ”This is so fun-“ Conley’s outburst reminded her that she wasn’t alone and man, did he looked angry. ”Ah…Conley…this is Cody. Cody, my cousin Conley.”
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