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Post by alex on Jun 23, 2006 16:16:38 GMT -5
A jet glinted in the morning sky, black against the stars and blue-black sky it almost looked like the stars were diapering and repapering as the jet passed bellow. On the side the Ink symbol glinted in the faint light of the stars. As the sun was beginning to turn light gray the jet touched down on the runway at the Plymouth Airport in Cornwall. In the door of the jet was a boy with messy dark brown hair and skin the color of lightly creamed coffee. His dark blue-green eyes swept over his surrounds as he stretched his arms above him and blinked sleep out of his eyes. The boy was wearing jeans that had a faded look and an green T-shirt that hung open to show a white tang-top. He walked down the ladder that had been brought up to the plane and was followed by rather large man in his early thirties who had pale skin and red hair.
The man escorted the boy, to a limo waiting outside, they both climbed in and sat in silence until they reached London. After eating and a little bit of shopping they arrived out in front of the Leaky Cauldron around 3:00 PM. The boy had to admit Jet-lag was catching up with him and he was rather tiered. “You go check into the nearest hotel, Carrel. I’ll be staying here if there’s a room. Obviously you can’t come in.” The boy said, you could tell he was around here by his accent.
“I can and I will. Your father told me to keep close to you. And that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m coming in with you, Alex.” The man answered.
“Whatever. If you’re coming to, then you get my things.” The boy, Alex, answered with something just short of a sneer and climbed out and walked into the Leaky Cauldron and checked him and Carrel into rooms. He gave the man his key and told him what room to put his stuff in the strode out back and, with help of the barkeep to open the wall, walked into Diagon Alley. Fifteen minutes later he had his wand.
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Post by abigailbennett on Jun 23, 2006 21:30:57 GMT -5
"I'll be at the Cauldron in an hour!" Abby yelled back to her father with her head turned as she watched him disappear into a crowd of robed witches and wizards. The Bennetts, though they lived only an hour from Diagon, had decided to stay the night in the Inn and get all the shopping done for the summer in two days. They would be packing up and leaving the next afternoon, and Abigail wanted to buy a broom polishing kit from the quidditch shop before the night rolled in and maybe even check out the book store.
Passing Ollivander's, the incoming second year made her way through the mobs of people crowding the street. Some had pointed hats on, others bright colored robes: nothing new for the Hufflepuff. She smiled and nodded her head at a few of them, dressed in her own emerald green robes (jeans and a t-shirt underneath, of course). Her chestnut locks were pulled back into a loose ponytail, bangs nearing her brown eyes which currently held a happy gleam. Her arms swung freely at her sides as she slipped passed yet another person, nearly knocking into him, and closed in on the desired store. No surprise to see a bunch of kids drooling at the window display.
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Post by alex on Jun 23, 2006 21:41:22 GMT -5
As he stood outside the wand shop somebody walked by him almost knocking into him and if he had not thrown his upper half backwards her arm would have come in square contact with his nose. He automatically shifted his weight to the balls of his feet and tensed to fight while yelling after the person, “Watch where you’re going ya psychotic idiot you almost ran into me!” He got a look at the person who had almost run into him and untensed his body a bit.
He brushed a few strands of hair out of his face and brushed off a bit of dust from his shirt which had not come from there encounter but had the desired effect, he though, made him look import. His eyes, hard and demanding and self-important, glanced over the person, he saw she was a girl, older than him by a year or two and smirked an important smirk meant to make her feel inferior.
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Post by abigailbennett on Jun 23, 2006 21:56:06 GMT -5
Abigail stopped in her tracks and looked back at the kid who had yelled. She was a bit surprised he had actually said something, for there was always pushing and knocking into people in the alley due to the many people in the small area. "Sorry," she replied simply before adding at the end, "you loud-mouthed egotistical jerk!" She returned his annoying smirk with a grin. Never wanting to draw attention to herself, Abby turned on her heel and continued walking towards Quality Quidditch Supplies, a pleased look upon her face.
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Post by alex on Jun 23, 2006 22:20:34 GMT -5
Alex almost chased after and beat her into a pulp best he could or at least give her a very loud piece of his mind. But she was at least a year older and that meant she might know a bit of magic and he didn’t want to kick things off by getting in a fight, and with a girl, no less. Besides he wasn’t really the type to hound somebody, especially after they had said they were sorry, even if they didn’t mean it and added a rude comment on the end. He glared after he for a moment then went about his own business. He actually quiet liked her, she returned his comment with a rude enough one herself, he mentally added her to his list of people above dirt incase he were to meat up with her again. He already had all his books and supplies, his parents had ordered them weeks ago. He wanted to get a broom but they wouldn’t even make an acceptation for him, well, he would just have to get on the team this year so he could get a broom. He continued down the cobblestone street until he found a pet shop and went in. A while later he emerged again with two owls, a tiny little baby owl that was all brown and a large owl that was black and brown. One to raise so it would be truly faithful to him and the other for until the first was old enough to carry packages and letters, then he was planning on giving the second owl to the school. He bought himself an ice-cream and walked back to the Leaky Cauldron to deposited his new pets.
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Post by abigailbennett on Jun 23, 2006 22:38:44 GMT -5
A bag hung from each of Abby's arms as she emerged from the aforementioned bookshop. A bell chimed as she opened the door and stepped back out onto the cobblestone alley, her eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light of the sun and the clock's bells striking as well. Had an hour passed already? At least pleased with the fact that she had bought a few books and her broom kit, Abigail weaved through the crowds of wizards and witches and made her way back to the inn. Her father and sister would be expecting her, and all thoughts of anything except quidditch and a plate of fish and chips escaped her mind.
Abby finally reached the Leaky Cauldron with a satisfied smile on her face. Half day-dreaming about flying at the Hogwarts quidditch pitch, nicely groomed with green grass and a slight breeze, the Huffle pushed open the door to the pub and stepped inside. Her eyes adjusted once more to the dim light as she searched the tavern for any sign of her family, but David's looming figure and Elizabeth's high-pitched squeals could not be seen or heard.
Guess they're not here yet, Abigail shrugged as she took a seat at one of the old tables and set her bags down, her thoughts still on her freshly-polished broom and the feel of the smooth handle on her hands as she flew over the lake...
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Post by alex on Jun 24, 2006 14:33:35 GMT -5
Having deposited his owls up in his room and quick discussion with Carrel he walked back down the stairs to get a drink. As he descended he noticed the young witch in green robes that had almost run into him earlier. He got his drink and seeing she was alone, walked over to her table, flipped a chair around, and sat across from her. He took a drink of his sprite and put his arms on the back, which was now in the front, and took a sip of his butterbeer. He grinned and said, “I’m Alex.”
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Post by abigailbennett on Jun 24, 2006 14:59:26 GMT -5
Abigail's eyes had followed the boy as he bought a drink and took a seat directly across from her. It was his annoying voice which registered her memory of their previous encounter outside of the quidditch supplies shop. "The loud-mouthed egotistical jerk," she finished his name for him with a smirk. For once Abby was on the ball with these snide remarks. Without giving her own name, the Huffle looked passed the boy's shoulder at the door. She had taken a seat where she could spot her father through the window next to the door, but there was still no sign of either him or Elizabeth.
Abigail returned her gaze to the kid and rose a brow at him. Sitting in a chair backwards, drinking a butterbeer. Wow, I wish I could be as cool as him, the twelve-year-old thought sarcastically. "Here to throw another insult?" she asked boredly while looking once more at the closed door.
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