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Located on the South side of Diagon Alley in London, past a number of other shops you notice a quaint building. It is a café in this fairly busy part of section. What makes this different from the other shops? Their logo for one, resembling a wispy stag that moves every now and then in the window, illuminating from a quite distance in the evenings. One can't help but chance a glance as they pass by.
Approaching the café you get a large sense of security as a warm haze falls over you upon entry. There were tables outside the place, where diners could have their meals and chat among themselves as well as indoors. Heading on the inside you are greeted with the sight of many Patronuses floating throughout the walls behind the other stag logos of the café. The flooring a pleasant velvet red, further emphasizing the pleasant warmth one would experience whether for a quick stop or a romantic scenery.
Floating around you see the wispy forms moving around the walls featuring creatures such as phoenixes, zebras, otters, horses and many other magical creatures. Perhaps your own will join the walls if you stay long enough? The tables are compact and decorated with candles that automatically light up keeping the darkness at bay. Along with additional small booths near the back for more privacy. The Menu illuminates right behind the counter as you approach to order. As soon as you sit, you can't help but feel as if you're right at home.
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Breakium Emendo *items served all day
- Apple & Berry Bircher Muesli - 11 Sickles
- Cheese / Chocolate Twist - 12 Sickles
- Croissant - 13 Sickles
- Fruit Salad - 14 Sickles
- Porridge - 12 Sickles
- Yoghurt - 13 Sickles, 10 Knuts
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"For sure!" Quinn was getting excited. A little reunion! Did Hogwarts already have reunions? Quinn wasn't quite sure, but it would be nice to have one of their own. "You probably know how to contact more people than I do, so I'll let you handle the details. But let me know!"
Quinn smiled. "That's very sweet, I'm really happy for you guys! I'm glad you found your person." Quinn hoped that they would too, soon. Not much chance to have a serious relationship while you're bouncing around all over the place. Hopefully now that they're back in one place, preferably for a while, they'd have the chance to have something serious. "I get what you mean about knowing the area—it's good to be back in England. After being gone so long, I'm really feeling the comforts of home." They knew they wanted to stay around here, too.
"Fantastic!' Lia beamed at Quinn brightly. This was going to be so much fun. Now that, she didn't believe Hogwarts did but it was fine. She had no trouble in contacting as many of their old school friends as she could and organizing something. It may take a little time but when she put her mind to something, it always happened in the end. "You can bet that I'll do my best and as soon as some details are settled I'll for sure let you know." They could even plan it together if Quinn was up for it.
"Thank you. It's crazy how my person was always there since day one." Tad and her had become fast friends waaaaay back in primary. Perhaps Quinn would meet someone new or even rekindle an old friendship and feelings would grow! One could truly never know how things would turn out until it happens. All that really mattered was here and now and their own happiness. Everything else would come along when it was meant to. "This is all I really know. Sure I love to travel and see and experience new things but being home is what I love most." The fact that her friend understood what she meant was good enough for her.
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Gaston sat at a booth in the back of the shop, sipping a cappuccino. His cane rested against the back of his chair, and a panini sat on the plate in front of him. He wasn’t particularly hungry right now, but he knew Desiree would worry about him if he didn’t eat something. He checked his watch. It was past time for Desiree’s shift at Madam Malkin’s to end; she should be along at any moment.
His bright blue eyes darted toward the shop window in search of his fashion-obsessed daughter. Knowing her she probably got caught up helping a last-minute customer or some random passerby on the street. He smiled to himself. Like father, like daughter, he thought.
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Gaston sat at a booth in the back of the shop, sipping a cappuccino. His cane rested against the back of his chair, and a panini sat on the plate in front of him. He wasn’t particularly hungry right now, but he knew Desiree would worry about him if he didn’t eat something. He checked his watch. It was past time for Desiree’s shift at Madam Malkin’s to end; she should be along at any moment.
His bright blue eyes darted toward the shop window in search of his fashion-obsessed daughter. Knowing her she probably got caught up helping a last-minute customer or some random passerby on the street. He smiled to himself. Like father, like daughter, he thought.
Vi had the day off from work. Her husband, Ace, was busy at work which meant that she had their little one, Natalia, with her. After stopping by Madam Malkin's to pick up some necessary items to send to their eldest at Hogwarts (and, of course to check in on a one Desiree Marchand), she decided to head to Espresso Patronum for a quick coffee break. Mama Salander needed a good cappuccino to keep her going-- she was almost forty now (she was thirty eight) but having a seven year old was a lot of work. Natalia was a good child but she had Ace's energy.
After ordering her coffee and a hot chocolate for her little girl, she spotted a familiar face. An old one but one that she adored like a father. Of course, she had stayed in touch with him after graduation and had invited him to her wedding. While her own Father walked her down the aisle and all, she had asked her former Head of House to join Ace and her for several photos. He meant a lot to both of them - especially her when she had first come to Beauxbatons and Hogwarts. How kind had fate been to her when she arrived at Hogwarts to find a dear, familiar, kind face.
Turning to the staff, she told them to bring the drinks over to where the gentleman was seated.
"Bonjour Monsieur Marchand. Is this seat open in the booth? Mind if we join?" she asked with Natalia holding her hand.
Jeremy entered the cafe, he was holding his briefcase. He walked to front counter then looked at the menu. He was looking at the menu. He thought to himself " A Mocha sounds delicious and probably something to eat as well. He ordered and took a seat at table waiting for his drink and food.
Jeremy thought to himself he should have brought a a umbrella since it was pouring rain outside.He opened his briefcase as he gathered his paperwok from it. He was working on research of potions which was he strongest subject at Hogwarts. His ordered came to the table and he blew on the hot coffee then took a sip.
Jeremy entered the cafe, he was holding his briefcase. He walked to front counter then looked at the menu. He was looking at the menu. He thought to himself " A Mocha sounds delicious and probably something to eat as well. He ordered and took a seat at table waiting for his drink and food.
Jeremy thought to himself he should have brought a a umbrella since it was pouring rain outside.He opened his briefcase as he gathered his paperwok from it. He was working on research of potions which was he strongest subject at Hogwarts. His ordered came to the table and he blew on the hot coffee then took a sip.
Vincent had told her about the rain, but Ash clearly hadn't been paying attention. Perhaps she had been busy with art or writing when her boyfriend had mentioned it, or maybe she had misplaced the time he said it would rain, or maybe she hadn't realized that it would rain quite so hard... hmmm. Well, she had made a mistake at some point, and it was quite obvious as she entered the cafe with both her hair and her clothes absolutely and utterly soaking wet.
Ashley seemed unbothered by this development- and, as she wandlessly dried everything, it was evident that rain really wasn't a problem for her. She simply checked to make sure her art notebook and her paints were fine, and... yes. Good. Ash's soul was really in her art, and as long as her art was fine, she considered herself to be fine too. Espresso Patronum seemed like a nice place to wait out the storm, so she ordered herself a yogurt and a hot chocolate and magically floated them over to the only empty table in sight. "Excuse me, sir? Mind if I sit here? There's no other empty chairs." She swore with her whole heart that not one drop of water would get on his paperwork, and it would be like if she wasn't there at all. Just... your typical stranger, dressed head to toe in purple, grey, and blue clothes that were obviously color-coordinated with their tattoos.
Vincent had told her about the rain, but Ash clearly hadn't been paying attention. Perhaps she had been busy with art or writing when her boyfriend had mentioned it, or maybe she had misplaced the time he said it would rain, or maybe she hadn't realized that it would rain quite so hard... hmmm. Well, she had made a mistake at some point, and it was quite obvious as she entered the cafe with both her hair and her clothes absolutely and utterly soaking wet.
Ashley seemed unbothered by this development- and, as she wandlessly dried everything, it was evident that rain really wasn't a problem for her. She simply checked to make sure her art notebook and her paints were fine, and... yes. Good. Ash's soul was really in her art, and as long as her art was fine, she considered herself to be fine too. Espresso Patronum seemed like a nice place to wait out the storm, so she ordered herself a yogurt and a hot chocolate and magically floated them over to the only empty table in sight. "Excuse me, sir? Mind if I sit here? There's no other empty chairs." She swore with her whole heart that not one drop of water would get on his paperwork, and it would be like if she wasn't there at all. Just... your typical stranger, dressed head to toe in purple, grey, and blue clothes that were obviously color-coordinated with their tattoos.
Jeremy looked up for his paperwork sitting on the table. " Uh, absolutely I don't mind." He said lifting the excess paperwork from the other side of the table. " I'm sorry about the mess." He said politely as he moved his briefcase to the floor. After doing so he took the coffee mug and placed it closer to him.
"I'm Jeremy, its nice to meet you" He said in his Irish accent.
Jeremy looked up for his paperwork sitting on the table. " Uh, absolutely I don't mind." He said lifting the excess paperwork from the other side of the table. " I'm sorry about the mess." He said politely as he moved his briefcase to the floor. After doing so he took the coffee mug and placed it closer to him.
"I'm Jeremy, its nice to meet you" He said in his Irish accent.
"Wonderful," Ash replied with her usual bright smile as she set her art supplies down on the table and levitated over her food. As she magically pulled out a chair for herself and sat down, she couldn't help but be curious about the large amount of papers he was looking at. As a very messy person, she didn't fault him for having them all sprawled everywhere like that, but she was naturally curious about what they were. "I'm Ashley. Ashley Fox. It's a pleasure to meet you too." It was a little odd to be giving out her whole name as though they knew each other from somewhere, but then again, Ash was already a well-known author and painter and she was hardly a forgettable face. Besides, she was proud of her name.
"Cool briefcase." Ash's eyes flicked from the bag to the papers with genuine interest. "What are you working on?" She assumed it wasn't a secret if he was working in public, but it was fine if he didn't want to tell her. Obviously, she was going to be painting soon (after she finished her yogurt)- that didn't need to be said, although she would probably tell him about it if he sat there long enough.
"Wonderful," Ash replied with her usual bright smile as she set her art supplies down on the table and levitated over her food. As she magically pulled out a chair for herself and sat down, she couldn't help but be curious about the large amount of papers he was looking at. As a very messy person, she didn't fault him for having them all sprawled everywhere like that, but she was naturally curious about what they were. "I'm Ashley. Ashley Fox. It's a pleasure to meet you too." It was a little odd to be giving out her whole name as though they knew each other from somewhere, but then again, Ash was already a well-known author and painter and she was hardly a forgettable face. Besides, she was proud of her name.
"Cool briefcase." Ash's eyes flicked from the bag to the papers with genuine interest. "What are you working on?" She assumed it wasn't a secret if he was working in public, but it was fine if he didn't want to tell her. Obviously, she was going to be painting soon (after she finished her yogurt)- that didn't need to be said, although she would probably tell him about it if he sat there long enough.
Jeremy smiled, "I am working on new healing potions” he took a sip of coffee after his response. Then He ate his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He chewed softly and swallowed his food. '' It's the ones for uncurable curses, That's basically my research i've been studying this since I was out of school.
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Vi had the day off from work. Her husband, Ace, was busy at work which meant that she had their little one, Natalia, with her. After stopping by Madam Malkin's to pick up some necessary items to send to their eldest at Hogwarts (and, of course to check in on a one Desiree Marchand), she decided to head to Espresso Patronum for a quick coffee break. Mama Salander needed a good cappuccino to keep her going-- she was almost forty now (she was thirty eight) but having a seven year old was a lot of work. Natalia was a good child but she had Ace's energy.
After ordering her coffee and a hot chocolate for her little girl, she spotted a familiar face. An old one but one that she adored like a father. Of course, she had stayed in touch with him after graduation and had invited him to her wedding. While her own Father walked her down the aisle and all, she had asked her former Head of House to join Ace and her for several photos. He meant a lot to both of them - especially her when she had first come to Beauxbatons and Hogwarts. How kind had fate been to her when she arrived at Hogwarts to find a dear, familiar, kind face.
Turning to the staff, she told them to bring the drinks over to where the gentleman was seated.
"Bonjour Monsieur Marchand. Is this seat open in the booth? Mind if we join?" she asked with Natalia holding her hand.
Gaston sat silent, contentedly watching the people pass by on the street. His blue eyes darted toward the door as he heard it open. He smiled, instantly recognizing the familiar face of a former student who he cared for as if she were one of his own children. Granted, he cared for all of his students as if they were his own, but this one was extra special.
His smile brightened as the mother and daughter approached his table. “Mais oui, Madame Salander,” he replied, gesturing toward the seats across from him. To the little girl, he gave a friendly wave. “We should have my daughter joining us soon. She’s already in her third year of university, if you can believe it.”
Merlin, where had the years gone?! It seemed like only yesterday that Vi was in his classes and Desiree was only a baby. The thought was enough to make one sentimental.
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The stag in the window flickered again, a slow and ghostly ripple of antlered grace, but Cox barely spared it a glance.
He was already seated at one of the compact indoor tables toward the rear—halfway between privacy and public consequence—with a cortado cooling beside a mostly untouched Veggie Fidelius Flatbread. The café’s warmth lapped around him, but it couldn't quite reach the sharp press of disappointment in his jaw. Bloody hell, if Master Naser saw him now. The former Ravenclaw could practically hear the echoes of every insult Master Naser once hurled at traditional academia—silver-tongued rebukes about becoming the very sort of twat who made a living regurgitating questions from books the man had always loathed. In fairness though, Cox rarely wore a suit and tie unless the occasion absolutely demanded it. He clung to his flannel shirts and worn-in jeans with the same stubbornness he once reserved for arguing with his old man.
Parchment was spread before him in careful layers—essays and rune charts and diagrams etched with too much enthusiasm and not nearly enough comprehension―had any of them been paying any attention the past couple of weeks? A stack of short-answer evaluations from "Foundational Intersections in Alchemic Script: Rune Theory, Sequence, and Stabilization" sat loosely gathered under his elbow, the margins of nearly every scroll bearing terse looping notes in his neat but unyielding script. 'You cannot substitute Gebo with Raidho simply because they share symmetry.' 'This array would explode. Literally.' 'Please, for the sake of magical structural integrity, read the syllabus.' He sighed, pushing a hand through his hair—messing up an already roguish mop—and flexed the fingers that bore his alchemic tattoos while the runes along his forearm pulsed softly beneath his sleeve. He had the reputation for being strict and with insatiable standards, but he truly hadn’t graded this poorly in years. Perhaps ever. This latest crop of university students were behaving like grindylows in a dry basin.
Still, Espresso Patronum made things tolerable at least. Better than bringing his grading back home where tensions were high and at least more comfortable than in the cold hum of his office. He took a sip of the cortado at last. Bitter. Exactly as expected and not at all disappointing. The same could not be said for the current parchment under his scrutiny, where Kenaz had been placed in reverse—for a bindrune allegedly meant to promote mental clarity and focus. The addition of three or four other runes, clumsily crammed in without reason or balance, only compounded the chaos. The result wasn’t just ineffective; it was a bumfuzzled mess of intentionless magic. Embarrassing, truly.
"Please review the fundamental principle that intention must guide structure—you do not cram every vaguely related rune into one space and hope it cooperates. This is not divinatory soup," he muttered, the scratch of his quill quick and decisive as he scrawled the note across the bottom of the parchment. Once finished, he exhaled through his nose, a sharp puff of quiet disappointment, and set the tragic attempt aside before reaching for the next disaster parchment in the stack and accidentally knocking over his bag nestled by his feet―causing a couple rolled bits of parchment and bag of stones etched with symbols from Medu Netjer to tumble across the floor.
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