Get me outta this place ! (open :D)

[callahan]

Ryan was bored. Very bored. It was amazing how even though he had a pocketful of money, and with plenty of things to do, he was bored and just wanted to go home. Just because he was anti-stereotypes doesn't mean that he disagreeed with the 'boys hate shopping' one, in fact, he knew that that was correct. Ryan was just glad that he had convinced his mother to let him go by himself and for him to buy a new broom. At his last year at Hogwarts, he had refused to ride that broom in public, it was so... disgusting. He hated it almost as much as he hated shopping and that is saying a lot.

Ryan walked over to the Quality Quidditch Supplies eager to get himself the best broom that money could buy. Well, the best broom that he could buy with the amount of money yhta he did have. He really wanted to try out for the Quidditch team this coming year, and there was no point doingso if he had no broom, right?

Dressed in a flannelette, surf-brand long sleeve shirt, with a denim hodd attatched, and long denim jeans, Ryan wished that he didn't pick on of the colder days to come to Diagon Alley. They were experiencing rain, and clodness, even though it wasn't winter, it was spring. The boy had a backpack on his back, with his money, a book (Ryan had been spending way too much time with Tianne, it was starting to get quite scary, really), his newly bought robes, a huge packet of everything that he loved, including bertie botts, chocolate frogs, liquorice wands, and a LOT more. On the outside of his bag, Ryan had his skateboard tied up. It was meant to go there, and that was the entire reason that Ryan had bought that style of bag, he hated carrying his skateboard.

Ryan pushed open the door leading into the shop. He felt the warmth of the fires burning almost straight away and smiled. Ryan wandered over to the shop assistant, who just happened to be very pretty. "Hey... You wanna give me a little help? I fell head over heels the first time I saw you." He joked with the lady, and she merely smiled at him. "What can I get for... say... this much?" He said, grabbing a few coins out of his pocket. "I have more, though, I just don't know how expensive brooms usually are." Ryan said, using his charming grin.

[Esmerelda Mizart]

The newly graduated Hogwarts student was very suprised to find her in a Quidditch supply store. There wasn't a reason that anyone who knew Es, for her to be in one of those. Number one, she didn't play Quidditch, and number two, she didn't even really like Quidditch. It was okay to watch if she needed to, but she'd much rather be painting or writing. Something worthwhile, instead of watching people fly around and try to hit eachother and a ball. But she was in the Quidditch supply store, nonetheless, and because of Dean.

Darn him. They'd only been going out a short while and she was already impulsed into buying him things. She'd never bought Brandon anything. Part of that was the fact that she was coming out of her shyness with him, and the other was that she was never encouraged to buy him anything. Their relationship was a weird one and it saddened her the way it had to end. Too many complications were in the way of it ever being normal and healthy. Unfortunately, she had to break it off.

Anyway, the reason Es was in the Quidditch supply store was to see if she could find anything for Dean to use with his football. The first three stores she went in didn't seem to have anything for his sport and so she figured that she might get lucky in this shop, although the name of it was Quality Quidditch Supplies. She entered it and glanced around, seeing nothing different than any of the other stores. Nonetheless, she would not give up hope. She would help Dean in his quest to become a great football star. She believed in him, she really did. He was good at it, too. It wasn't like she was believing in him in vain, like many people did for their friends, spouses, etc. And Dean believed in her artistic skills. She was getting a art shop soon, she just had to talk to whoever owned the head of doing that.

So she glanced around the store, going down different aisles and looking at the labels, trying to remember the whole game of football and wondered if he needed knee pads or new shoes with spikes in them for the game. Es got back up to the front of the store to ask for help. She'd given up, she didn't know what she was doing and needed someone who knew about sports or at least what was selling in their store. She was headed to the now empty counter when she was approached by a younger boy who gave her quite a line. She only smiled at him and looked around for where the person behind the counter went. Then he asked her what he could get for the money he'd just pulled out of his pocket. She didn't know whether to be offended as if he were asking if she were for sale, or if he was confused. She chose the second one.

"Oh, I don't work here.."

[callahan]

Ryan could have sworn that he had seen the girl before. But where? Ryan had never even been to Diagon Alley before, his mum had always come for him. Ryan never wanted to go, as he was always too busy and there were always better things to do, like skate or swim, or just hang out with his friends. He was Mr. Popularity anyways, and what would his friends have thought if he had blown them off to go to England for shopping. And let's face it, Ryan was a terrible liar. He couldn't even convince his mother that her mushroom risotto tasted nice, even Robbie could convince her.

Ryan had no idea what kind of broom he wanted, but nevertheless, he wanted one. The boy looked around at all those that were displayed upon the walls, but he couldn't imagine him actually affording one. When the boy found out that the girl that he had used his 'line' on wasn't even an employee of the shop, he felt bad, and a bit embarrasssed. "Oh, um. Sorry." he said, blushing a shade of scarlett. Ryan looked up at the girl, and he knew that he recognised her from somewhere. "Hey, do you go t Hogwarts?" He said, placing his money in his pocket and grinning at the girl.

[Esmerelda Mizart]

She smiled nicely at him, as if lines were used on her all the time and she was used to shaking them off. Actually, they weren't used on her all of the time, mostly because boys were too cowardly to approach her. She seemed to set off a dream-like vibe and they were scared of breaking the dream that surrounded her. Es glanced around the store again, wondering if it had anything she could possibly use. The boy apologized and she muttered a "No problem." She watched as his skin turned a shade of scarlet and couldn't help but laugh a little. Then he asked her if she went to Hogwarts. She shook her head.

"No, not anymore, anyways. I just graduated, actually."

She told him. Es was still Hogwarts-sick and was sad, thinking about all of the good times she had. She was glad all of the bad times were over, too. And, although embarrassing and awkward times were just that, she missed those too. Because they helped teach her who she was today. She was definitely glad to be out of class and able to do her own thing. If she wanted a cup of coffee in the middle of the day, she could get one. And, she was able to use her magic whenever she wanted to! Es wasn't quite used to that yet and almost yelled at Dean when he used his magic around her outside of school for the first time.