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At the end north side of the street of Diagon Alley, sandwiched between Quality Quidditch Supplies and an intersecting alley that leads to Knockturn Alley, sits a small building made of light grey stones. A peal of small bells made of gold tinkle together in a rather quiet unison as the glass door of the shop opens and reveals the stationary supplies store, which is brightly lit thanks to the front glass window that allows sunlight to filter inside the shop. The smell of the store is a surprisingly pleasant combination of wood, old parchment, ink and, shockingly enough, scented candles.
Every single inch of the store seems to be crammed with shelves full of the artifacts sold at the shop, and though it might look and sound messy, the place is surprisingly organized, and whatever item that costumers might be looking for, can undoubtedly be found easily; rolls of parchment, stationery sets, quills made of the most unthinkable and exotic feathers, and every imaginable sort of decorative paper -– you think of it, and this store has it. Inks are the place's specialty, and as such, here you'll find ink of every colour and style that you could possibly imagine.
Behind the tall and smooth wooden counter, the shopkeeper can normally be found. With a frown on his forehead, the shopkeeper is usually busy sorting through piles of parchment, which would be stock orders, bills, magazines, or just plain letters that have been addressed to him. This is the place where you come if you are in need of help, or to pay for the items you wish to acquire at Scribbulus Writing Implements.
SPOILER!!: inventory
Quills Standard Quills
Barn & Tawny Owl [3 sickles 10 knuts]
Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna
In Septimus’ defense, he tried to follow Candela’s train of thought and could almost see some logic in the abstract, but he was watching her with an upraised eyebrow. “I suppose in some ways…” he mused with a nod. To each thoughts their own...as long as it wasn't too crazy sounding or dangerous. “Slavic…will all those breakdowns of language from across Russia.” Not something he had ever been familiar with himself as his family and language expertise were more Western European. “Certainly sounds fun.” Maybe not limited to just textiles but exploring the art of the world including them.
He watched as she spun in place, his curiosity getting the better of him as he wondered what her idea was. Drinks or a meal and her picking out a gift for him to celebrate his accomplishment. In some ways more casual than a full makeover at the shop, but others a touch more intimate, it all depended on which way the intern chose to focus. “I can commit to that,” Septimus finally agreed with a nod and a soft smile. “A light meal that is.” As he didn’t really drink and didn’t have much of a sweet tooth.
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It was perfectly okay, Septimus. If she listened to herself back she would likely lose herself on her own train of thought. Though it did reinvigorate a desire to visit Brazil again and revisit her roots. Perhaps she may even find the courage to visit the orphanage again...if it was still standing. A part of her hoped that it was not. Laughing airly, Candela gave his arm a playful rub in appreciation for him listening to her musing as well as an attempt to give her the benefit of the doubt. Thus were the minds of a cursebreaker and a fashion designer slash fashionista - truly delightful in their differences. "Oh, Salvic languages. I am not too terribly familiar with those save for a few phrases here and there I've picked up from friends and acquittances from Durmstrang or my one companion of Polish descent." She did, however, know a fair bit of German and had taken to studying it in her spare time and practicing with a very dear person to her. "It is. Do my another favor? When the time comes and you get to be on site for your profession...take a moment to step back from the task at hand and just breathe in the creative expression. I can only imagine what sort of wonders cursebreakers can find themselves in the presence of."
Beaming, Candela extended her hand towards him for a customary handshake. The official deal makers for the budding business woman - long gone were the days of sealing deals and promises with kisses, after all. "An absolute pleasure negotiating with you today," she hummed while slipping into a bit of playful banter. Obviously, this was not an actual business exchange and Septimus was not paying her for her advice and time, but she took these kinds of exchanges as seriously and personally as though they were. "I look forward to our future prospects." Another small pause to break character and laugh softly, mostly at herself. "Would a weekend work best for you?"
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Had it been anyone else, Septimus might have flinched at the touch, but Candela had a way to get under his skin even in the short time they had known each other and the light rub on his arm got past his defenses. “Yeah, they certainly aren’t a strength of mine either…had to rely on the translation of others when I had gotten a chance to look at it. “ He had been thinking that he might need to strength his language knowledge outside what he learned in university, that it probably wouldn’t hurt in his situation. He tilted his head ever so slightly as she mentioned another favor…he was already stepping outside his comfort zone.
But her ask…he could do without question.
“I promise.”
The intern then accepted her offered hand and gave it a shake to seal the deal like it was no doubt intended. They would just have to wait and see on the results. “Probably…yes.” Seeing as the work week had it’s ups and downs and he’d rather not run the risk of having to cancel or reschedule after accepting her plan if he had had to work late. He couldn’t exactly offer up a good reason not to continue working should he be asked to by his superiors.
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She would be beyond tickled to know she had such an effect - even though 'under my skin' was one of those English expressions that often confused her since it was most often used (in her presence) in a negative way and the last thing she wanted was for her influence to burden someone else. There had been a time when...well...she still had not quite gotten over what had occurred between herself and Orion and that had been a decade ago. Not something to dwell on during such a celebratory moment as she was experiencing with Septimus! "That has got to be so amazing, working along with people with talents and skills that accent your own and making missions and tasks a true collaborative effort." It was another reason why she adored working for Sophia and especially around the time new lines were being launched. Candela's own collection had premiered at Paris Fashion Week last year and from start to finish the entire experience had been nothing but a dream - even in the most stressful of moments. "My flatmate and best friend is quite gifted with languages. He is the reason I started a bit of self study with German. English is neither of our first languages. I use my French and Portuguese sometimes in my line of work, but the clothing speaks louder than words anyway." And sometimes she relied on drawings to convey what she wanted like when she went to China for a bit for textile research.
Beaming, as in it was a wonder pure sunshine was not radiating from her fingertips or pupils. "Thank you." It was an easy promise to keep but also a difficult one to remember while you were in the heat of the working moment but also very very important to show gratitude towards the gifts and opportunities you had either stumbled into or worked tirelessly for. So, while he shook her hand, Candela maneuvered her pink finger around a bit and hooked it around his. It was a double pact then as well as officiating his promise. It was also terribly juvenile but that was the delight in the gesture as well. "Que será será," she giggled with a kittenish wink.
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“Uh huh,” Septimus agreed with a nod. “One of the few ways to make group work fun.” As he’d always tended to be a more solitary worker, he had often dreaded being thrown together with others on a project. But he couldn’t deny that work as a cursebreaker could be made easier by that which he had once hated. Not everyone could remember or know everyone…even if one tried really hard. “Sounds quite useful to have someone close to you and close by to help with your learning.” Granted he still had his father close enough around to be an added source of learning beside his coworkers but his mother’s side were the non-English speakers and not too close by. “Art of any sort is its own language.” He remembered that from somewhere.
One of her fingers was moving and he soon found his one pinking finger caught in hers. Was this a pinky promise that he had heard of? Not something he was familiar with, having neither sisters or bosom buddies that would pull him into such. Whatever will be will be indeed. “You are a unique one, Candela,” he mused with a chuckle and a shake of his head. It was then looking at their joined hands again that he noticed what time his watch was saying. “Alas I fear I have to check these out and get going,” he said, tentatively loosening his hand’s hold on hers but not actually pulling it away and letting her make her own move to not be rude and forceful.
His gap year officially ended, and all the Hogwarts students back to the castle, there was no longer avoiding that Evan would be attending university in just a few weeks time. Which meant it was now time to do the annual back to school shopping, which he had to admit was far less chaotic with all the young Hogwarts students running around.
Making his way into Scribbulus, traditionally his first stop, he grabbed a basket in order to start grabbing what he'd need. He knew he wanted a new planner, some parchment and a few new inks to keep his notes well organized. Inks he usually preferred to do last, as that always seemed to be where he'd go overboard. And he DID only bring himself a specific amount this time around.
Approaching the shelf of quills he took a quick glance to determine if he wanted to grab anything.
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It was that time of the year again: back-to-school shopping. He had learned last year to wait until all of the Hogwarts kids had come and gone. There really was no reason for him to have bought the things he needed for university so early anyway, and he did prefer the alley being on the quieter side and with not nearly as many children running about (no need to mention that he had been one of them not that long ago).
There were a handful of things on Gabriel Diggle's list. With one year of university under his belt and still no major selected, he was better prepared for what was actually needed. Quills, ink, and parchment were a necessity if one wanted to get through any course. So, naturally, Scribbulus was the first place he stepped into.
As he meandered over to the quill shelf, he recognised the lad that was already looking at them. They had graduated in the same year, no? He was in Ravenclaw, yeah? Wasn't his name ... Ean? Ivan? It was something like that. "I recommend the snowy owl or crow feathers. They're reasonably priced and pretty reliable. Though, if you've got a little extra to splurge, the flamingo and pheasant quills are quite nice."
It was funny how even after so many years later, his eyes still went to the Fwooper quills first. The majority of those he'd used during his Hogwarts year had been the same type for the sentimentality reasons that if anyone but his best friend asked, he probably would have denied he had. But perhaps it was time to try something different. Which still didn't stop him from grabbing a few new ones and dropping them into his basket.
A gift to send.
A voice then sounded behind him, and Evan's head turned to see one of his former peers (perhaps current now too if he was a university student at the Edinburgh campus). Was it... Gabriel perhaps? That seemed about right. At the suggestions, he glanced again at the wall before also grabbing a few snowy owls quills liking the look the best. "Thanks for the suggestion. Even after 7 years, figuring out the best type still seems such a mystery to me. I'm far more comfortable with pens." But his mundane life had so far been longer than his magical. "You were a Hogwarts student, weren't you? Graduating class of 2108?"
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The fleeting moment of silence that occurred between his suggestion and his former (possibly current?) peer seemed like it had lasted forever in Gabriel's head. Several questions were racing through his anxious-for-no-reason mind. He wasn't confusing the young adult before him with someone else? They'd did, at the very least, recognise each other? And was the other person in the same boat as him, struggling to match a name to the face?
"Any time," he replied, relieved that a 'Who are you?' question hadn't been asked or the other just walk away without saying a single word. As for pens... "Can't say I feel the same about those. Tried one once, though it just wasn't the same. But to each their own." He typically was not one to judge someone else's preferences, especially when they didn't hurt anyone.
More relief came over him when he was asked about Hogwarts and graduating in 2108. "Yes and yes. I was in Hufflepuff. You were a ... Ravenclaw, yeah?"
He would have felt guilty for their being a pause at all had he been able to read the other store patron's thoughts. He could be slow to speak, but certainly not due to judgement or offense at not being recognized when he himself was not 100% certain on the others name. It was more of just he had a horrible habit of overthinking every sentence uttered through his lips, which made him a rather exhausting individual to be around. Or at least, so he assumed.
He wasn't surprised that the other was not a fan of pens, mainly because Evan seemed to find that only those who also had grown up using that particular writing utensil seemed to find it preferable. Granted, he had no idea the other's blood status and it didn't matter to him other than the relevance to the current discussion. Had there been a pureblood or halfblooded witch or wizard who preferred pens after growing up on quills, he certainly would have been curious to ask why. "I can understand that. They are different. I think a lot of it depends on what you were raised writing with." Kind of like how some people could also train themselves to be left or right handed.
At the question of Ravenclaw, Evan smiled and gave a small nod before offering his hand out. "Yeah, Ravenclaw. Evan Nam." And if he'd been acquainted with him before and the introduction was unnecessary, well... he would have been sincerely apologetic. He'd just not been one great with names and faces unless they'd spent a lot of time together. "Are you getting everything you need for uni?"
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Gabe too was guilty of overthinking. Though, when he was deep in the web of such thoughts, it usually led to panic, embarrassment, or both. It was something he had been working on, with some improvement, but there were some habits and trains of thoughts that were not easy to derail. Only continuing to put himself in different social situations and time would tell. So far, so good though, that momentary pause aside.
"Very true," he agreed, nodding his head slightly as he reached out for a few quills himself. "My parents were quill-and-ink people, so I guess that played a significant part in my preference there."
The young man's hand was received by his own, and the former Hufflepuff was grateful for the introduction internally. He had been on the right track with the name, though it would have been slightly awkward had he called Evan Ean or Ivan. "Gabriel Diggle. Though you can call me Gabe," he replied, joining in on the (re)introduction. As for the question about university shopping, he added, "Yeah. How about you? Same, I assume?"
That was something Evan could easily empathize with. At least... in regards to curing the ailment of getting stuck in one's own head only through additional social interaction. Which was exhausting more than half the time.
"My father is strictly a pretentious fountain pen type." He added, reaching for a pot of black ink as well and carefully placing it into the small shopping basket he'd grabbed. His comment was said with a small smile, before he elaborated a bit on that as well. "But that comes with the territory. He's a no-maj foreign dignitary." A job that Evan had despised when he was younger and had to uproot to London, but he didn't mind so much now.
An introduction seemed safer for both of them than to not. Evan was glad to see though no outward appearance of the other former Hogwartian having thought his having done so was rude, however. A risk that he'd considered given they would have at least seen each other over the past 7 years, give or take. "Nice to re-meet you, Gabe." He replied, a small smile after he shook the other man's hand and let go. "Yeah, I'm starting my first term after a gap year. What are you studying?"
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Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Fountain pen? A brow rose for a moment as Gabe tried to assume what made a fountain pen different from a regular one. But, not being very familiar with such writing instruments that weren't feathers and quills, he ended up shrugging his shoulders. "I suppose it does," he commented. "Mine favoured trowels and compost. He's a botanist, and co-owns a horticulture and landscaping business."
He too returned the smile. "It's a pleasure to re-meet you as well." In his head, he found it funny that such an encounter was happening after roaming the same castle corridors for seven years and likely sharing some classes. But sometimes that was just how things went, wasn't it?
Then there was the question he dreaded having to answer despite how often he had been asked it. "I'm just taking general classes right now. Still trying to figure out what I want to do." Apparently that was normal for people their age, but Gabe was pretty anxious about not having a plan. And to avoid pouring all of those feelings out, he asked, "So how was the gap year? If you don't mind me asking, which uni are you going to?"
Had he asked, Evan would have answered - but he also probably would have been the littlest bit embarrassed by how much information he could spout regarding different writing utensils and stationary in general. It was one of those odd things that he'd somewhat collected over the years, which was why his first instinct was to come to Scribbulus whenever it was time to back to school shop. "That sounds like enjoyable work." Being busy with ones hands had always sounded like a good thing to him. "Is that what you're interested in as well?" He knew people didn't always follow in their parents footsteps, considering he had zero interest himself, but he also knew that's where some people started for future careers.
With the school being as big as it was, Evan was not entirely surprised they hadn't known each other well or anything. Especially too if either of them had had socially ineptitude. It probably didn't help too that Evan had spent the majority of his time hiding away from other people, until he finally just settled into spending time with those he knew. Mainly Jude and Ash and his sisters but there had been others as well.
"Nothing wrong with that." He hadn't firmly decided on his path either. Asking what people studied was just.. the thing to do, was it not? "Gap year was good. I took it hoping I'd figure out a plan too but... all it did was give me a year to relax." Which had been fine and now he'd just taking History of Magic because he was interested in that. If another interest came up... fine, he could always switch. "The Edinburgh campus for WizU. What about you?"
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Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Thoughts about pens fluttered away as his focus shifted to his father's line of work and then what he was interested in. "Yeah, he enjoys it quite a bit. He always did like playing in the dirt as a kid." As for whether or not he was interested in horticulture or landscaping, he shook his head. "Not really my thing." Then again, he didn't really know what his 'thing' was since he was, even with a year of university under his belt, still trying to figure it all out.
A hand reached out for a couple of bottles of ink, which he placed in his basket. He supposed he'd need to grab some parchment and a couple of notebooks before it was time to head over to the counter. "What did you end up doing during your gap year? Travelled, I assume?"
When Evan told him that there was nothing wrong with him not having a set plan in motion, another nod of his head was given. It did reassure him a bit, but the pressure of needing a plan for the future was still there. His face did perk up a bit at the mention of the Edinburgh campus. "No way! I go there as well. It's a pretty nice campus." Not as big as London's, but it was still rather big.
Playing in the dirt as a kid? Wasn't it nice when something that seemed as simple of an enjoyment as a child like that could lead to an easier time figuring out what someone wanted to do with their lives? Sure there was usually a lot more hints and everything than that but still... it sounded nice. "Fair enough. What do you like to do? Or are you still figuring that out too?" Because no judgement for him. There was a very good reason he'd added 'too' to his statement.
At the question of his gap year, a small smile made it's way onto Evan's face as he nodded his head. "Yeah. My cousin has a sailboat that he used to live on so he let me borrow it for a year." Though he was certain Aziel would have also been fine with him using it for longer had he asked. And don't think he hadn't considered asking if he could live on it as opposed to in his old room with his parents. "It was fun. I'm not sure if you know her, but Sera Dashwood from Gryffindor went with me. It was a very relaxed, peaceful year." The nice thing about his friendship with Sera was she often pushed him to do things he might not have otherwise, the far more daring of the two.
It was a relief to know there'd be at least one familiar face at his new school then, and Evan's entire countenance probably showed as much as the information set in and he smiled once more. "I'm glad to hear there is someone familiar! Maybe I'll luck out and we'll end up in the same class at some point." He imagined there was a few of their classmates flitting about there, but no confirmation on that information as of yet. Until now anyways. "Have you seen anyone else from school around there too?"
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It certainly did seem nice having a childhood enjoyment that led to an adult career. For Gabe, though, that was something he couldn't relate to. Sure, he had a number of interests, but he wasn't entirely confident if making a career out of them was something that could be done. He supposed that was the point of university: to figure all of that out. "Career-wise, not entirely sure what direction to go. But I am into mythology and comics and photography -- stuff like that."
The details about Evan's gap year sounded like a wonderful time. It made him wonder what he would have done had he taken a year from school to just ... live life a little. "Certainly sounds relaxing and peaceful. Where did you end up going during your trip?"
A smile appeared on Gabriel's face at the idea of potentially ending up in the same class as Evan. "Yeah, that'd be cool. Could start a study group." When asked about seeing other people around from Hogwarts, he said, "I've seen a few familiar-looking faces, though can't say I know them by name. A lot of my friends from Hogwarts are going to uni in London, went out of the country for school, or jumped straight into the workforce."
"So you're an artsy type of individual? Well... with a little bit of history." They had a good amount in common then. It was too bad they hadn't hung out more at school too. "What got you into mythology?" Unless it was nothing particular, which was entirely understandable. Mythology was just interesting on it's own. The discoveries that came from ideas spawned from stories passed from generation to generation. How was that not interesting?
"Ireland, Italy... We spent a lot of time in Japan and surrounding countries as well. My older brother lives there so I selfishly took us that way a lot." Not that Sera had seemed to mind. She'd even joined him a few times visiting Noah and his budding family. "I still go to Japan as often as I can. I loved it there - but I certainly wouldn't want to relocate again." Moving at age 8 to an entirely different country had been shocking enough, he wasn't really looking to do that type of change again - perhaps ever.
Study group was the most interesting words for this nerd former Ravenclaw. It even got another smile in response from him as he nodded his head in agreement. "If we're taking similar classes, even if not with the exact same Professors, could probably start one of those regardless." He wasn't sure if one of his study guides for OWL and NEWT year had made it to Gabe (though he'd tried to give one to everyone in their year), but notes and preparing for study sessions was something he enjoyed a lot. Which was perhaps why he had somewhat considered teaching as a potential profession. "What are you taking this term?"
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"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he agreed, nodding his head slightly at the thought. Gabe supposed that was an appropriate descriptor, with his like of comic art and photography. As for the bit about history, mythology and only certain events managed to capture his interest. "In one of the comics I read as a kid, mythology was infused into the story. So things kind of branched out from there."
The former Hufflepuff listened intently as Evan described the places he had gone to during his gap year. Needless to say, he was a bit jealous. Travel hadn't been something he personally had done much of in his life, at least beyond the United Kingdom. "Sounds amazing. What's Japan like?" It was one of several places he wanted to visit at some point.
Another nod of his head happened at starting a group regardless. It certainly would make the task of studying more enjoyable and have people to bounce thoughts off of. "I'm taking a history class focused on Wizarding Wars, Elemental Charms, Potions and Enchantment Synergy, and Enchanted Photography. Have you selected yours already?"
Eros wasn't a fussy guy. He was chill, ~game with anything~ --- but somehow when it came to his writing, he was a tad bit superstitious, because he simply had to have his special quill if he wanted to produce a good piece. So, when this evening the horror of not having ink for his special quill happened, he had dropped everything --- quite literally ---- and made his way to the Scribbulus shop.
And as usual, ink wasn't the only thing he was interested in as he browsed through the store, instead he filled up his basket with unnecessary parchment, which smelled nice, and new quills that would probably be kept inside a drawer never to be seen again.
Oh, and ink - lots and lots of ink.
Eyes falling on a pot of wax, the twenty four year old wondered if he should finally get it - maybe seal a few letters and surprise a few friends, he was so utterly lost in his train of thought that he obviously missed the thunderstorm brewing outside.
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"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he agreed, nodding his head slightly at the thought. Gabe supposed that was an appropriate descriptor, with his like of comic art and photography. As for the bit about history, mythology and only certain events managed to capture his interest. "In one of the comics I read as a kid, mythology was infused into the story. So things kind of branched out from there."
The former Hufflepuff listened intently as Evan described the places he had gone to during his gap year. Needless to say, he was a bit jealous. Travel hadn't been something he personally had done much of in his life, at least beyond the United Kingdom. "Sounds amazing. What's Japan like?" It was one of several places he wanted to visit at some point.
Another nod of his head happened at starting a group regardless. It certainly would make the task of studying more enjoyable and have people to bounce thoughts off of. "I'm taking a history class focused on Wizarding Wars, Elemental Charms, Potions and Enchantment Synergy, and Enchanted Photography. Have you selected yours already?"
Evan was a big fan of the arts as well, but he had not been blessed with any type of natural talent so he pretty much stuck to admiring what his friends could create. The fact Ash now had art shows hosted that he could drop in on was perhaps one of his favorite social outings. "That makes sense. It's interesting how something small like that when we're a kid can then influence so much of our life later on." Like... how did a kid do something once and then it became such an integral part of personality? That was always an interesting thing to Evan.
He couldn't help the small smile thinking back on Japan, though truthfully most of what he'd seen had been parks and other places he thought his nieces might enjoy going to. "It was wonderful. We went a couple times during the year so I got to experience a few of their seasons. Cherry blossoms truly are as lovely as everyone says they are. And the winter was colder than I had expected. I didn't do too much sight seeing, but my brother seems to have decided to live there with his family so.. I'm sure I'll go back soon enough and get to see more." Which reminded him, he should make a list of places he was interested in seeing. "You should go sometime as well. I imagine you'd enjoy it and all the photographs you could capture there."
Evan had seen the notice for the Wizarding War class and while he knew for his major he'd need to take it eventually, he'd postponed for the moment. Unsure if he was ready to relive again - as he was certain they'd have to touch on the third as well. But he did hear one common class for what they would be taking thus far. "I actually have Elemental Charms this year too. As well as Advanced Arithmancy, History of Magic with an emphasis on the founders of each of the schools, Care of Magical Creatures and a Muggle Studies course focused on the world history." He was actually looking forward to all of them. Which probably shouldn't have come as a surprise.
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Gabe's thoughts on how something from one's childhood could significantly influence a person later in life didn't run as deep. Though he couldn't disagree with the notion, considering how the initial interest did wind up in a large collection of comic books and artsy hobbies. Perhaps the whole university major selection didn't need to be as complicated as he was making it. Why not pursue the magical art path and make a career out of it? "It certainly is interesting how things turn out like that."
Just as interesting were the details that Evan was relaying about his travels. He mentally made note of the spring cherry blossoms and the cold winter weather. "Sounds like an amazing time," he responded with a smile. "I'll certainly have to go one day. It's one of many destinations I want to go to." He had seen plenty of pictures in books and brochures, but there was only so much money and time a university student had. One day, though, he'd make his stomping grounds around the globe.
His general demeanor perked up when it was revealed that the other would also be taking Elemental Charms in the upcoming semester. "Then a study group is a must!" As for the other classes that had been mentioned, Gabriel couldn't help but be impressed; they certainly weren't up his alley -- he'd be sticking to the fine arts, charms, and potions classes and sprinkle in select history courses here and there, thank you very much. "Have you gotten your books yet? Flourish and Blotts is where I'll be heading next."
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Eros wasn't a fussy guy. He was chill, ~game with anything~ --- but somehow when it came to his writing, he was a tad bit superstitious, because he simply had to have his special quill if he wanted to produce a good piece. So, when this evening the horror of not having ink for his special quill happened, he had dropped everything --- quite literally ---- and made his way to the Scribbulus shop.
And as usual, ink wasn't the only thing he was interested in as he browsed through the store, instead he filled up his basket with unnecessary parchment, which smelled nice, and new quills that would probably be kept inside a drawer never to be seen again.
Oh, and ink - lots and lots of ink.
Eyes falling on a pot of wax, the twenty four year old wondered if he should finally get it - maybe seal a few letters and surprise a few friends, he was so utterly lost in his train of thought that he obviously missed the thunderstorm brewing outside.
It was a weird feeling. Being done with schooling forever. Yet despite it, the twenty-two year old entered the writing supply store perhaps of mere habit that day. Maybe she'd buy some quality pens now that she was working - send a few letters to some of former dormmates and check in on them.
She was going to make it quick though because she had been aware of the storm brewing outside, opting to wear some cute rainboots and impervius'ed her outfit. No umbrella because if it was lightning she didn't want to get struck.
Moira's eyes glanced from the pots of wax to the wizard before her. "It's going to storm." She said aloud, unsure if he was even paying attention.
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With her list of school supplies neatly tucked in her purse, the youngling made her way to the Scribbulus shop. Etta smiled and her eyes scanned the shop in complete awe. Diagon Alley never ceased to surprise her or perhaps this go-around life wasn’t so complicated as last year.
With the tinkle of the bells Etta made her through the shelves. There was so much to see and so much she wanted to buy! In no means was she affluent, but her big sister did give her a hefty allowance for her school shopping (her sister was not far, surely keeping a close eye on the young Slytherin). Etta’s first stop was with the quills!
“Do I want a standard quill or one of these fancy ones?” Etta had a habit of expressing herself out loud, albeit in a quiet voice without noticing it sometimes. ”Spell-checking quills? Ooooh! That would really come in handy.” She most definitely needed this in her arsenal. ”You’re coming home with me.” The youngling excitedly pointed out before heading to the next shelf.
Moving to the inks, there were so many to choose from! Oh my goodness where to start?!
Glow in the dark ink! M’what?! Mind blown. Disappearing and scented inks? Would these be practical?
M’yes!
Besides getting the standard ink, Etta would splurge a little and take one of the cooler ones (in her opinion). The real would be, which one?
With her index finger lightly tapping her chin, Etta’s eyebrows furrowed. Deep in thought.
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