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If there was one thing that Sophia could still remember vividly, it was Quidditch. There was something about it that drew her. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush one could get while playing Quidditch. Or maybe it was the thrill of the game. Whatever it was, she found herself here, in search of a good broom, because she has plans to play next year.
- “I'm one badass mother**** that don't take no for an answer.” Message Me - 18:14, June 28, 2017 (UTC)
It was odd for Mera to every come into a Quidditch shop but she was doing it for Mocha and Latte as she was letting them play Quiddtch next year, so she was looking at beater bats that she knew would withstand Latte.
Kevin O'Shay- Seventh year Gryffindor student • on the road to recovery
- "I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest." Message Me - 18:17, June 28, 2017 (UTC)
Seeing as he'll be playing Quidditch next year, he might as well buy equipment now rather than at the start of the next year, when the place will be swarming and all the good stuff will have gone. So, Kevin makes his way in and instantly pulls the peak of his cap down - because if he's bound to be recognised anywhere, it's by some nerd in here - whilst making his way over to the top end of brooms. It's not like his family's poor, he can afford the best, and if he's going to win his games then that's exactly what he needs.
- “I'm one badass mother**** that don't take no for an answer.” Message Me - 18:25, June 28, 2017 (UTC)
She didn't know how strong bat Latte needed so she picked the thickest one and tried to remember what position Mocha normally would play it.
Kevin O'Shay- Seventh year Gryffindor student • on the road to recovery
- "I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest." Message Me - 18:29, June 28, 2017 (UTC)
Selecting a broom from the stand, he feels the weight of it in his hands, bouncing it up and down as he gets used to how it feels and sits. There's only one other person in the shop - a woman looking at Beater bats, and strong ones at that - and it reminds him that his old bat got thrown into another county so he should probably get another one. Approaching the bats, he examines them with care.
- “I'm one badass mother**** that don't take no for an answer.” Message Me - 18:43, June 28, 2017 (UTC)
She saw movement in the corner of her eyes and looked over to see a boy, that looks around about Mocha and Latte's age, looking at bats. "Hi, can you help me with something?" Mera said as she she approached the boy.
Rain can't play Quidditch worth shit (more like she never tried, details, details.) It's why she feels incredibly dumb going into a shop that has the sport plastered all over it. Book bag swung over one shoulder, she bites the edge of her bottom lip uncomfortably and scans the merch. She's overwhelmed enough by the strange surroundings to almost forget what she's here for.
- "People with great passion can make the impossible happen." Message Me - 13:15, June 29, 2017 (UTC)
She isn't really here to buy anything, so much as drop off her application to work here as well as appreciate the beauty of quidditch gear. She roams the store freely, but finds herself standing in front of the brooms, an appreciative look on her face. She'd have to start saving up for one.
It is her first time here, so she wants to slap herself when she realizes she has no idea where anything is. Ugh. Time for her most hated part of the shopping routine: asking someone for directions. Her face screws up at the thought. To this day, she's still hopeless at the whole functioning in society thing. Best suck it up. She releases her lip and searches for someone to ask, dragging her feet to emphasize just how much harder this task became for her. The first face she spots is familiar, still no names, but it's not a stretch to assume they're from Hogwarts. "Um... hello. Do you know where the Appleby merch is? I don't really know my way around here," she says, all for shrinking back outside and abandoning this venture.
- "People with great passion can make the impossible happen." Message Me - 17:22, June 30, 2017 (UTC)
"Appleby?" she echoes, surprise venturing into her tone and expression. Given how... unorganized the team seemed at times, she was surprised they had a fanbase at all. She smiles nonetheless and points towards the other side of the store, near the back. "The Arrows' merch is in that area."
"Oh, tha-" Is it her day? No, it is definitely not her day because she realizes way too late that the hem of her shirt has snagged onto a twig of a Nimbus and she has already stepped back too much to stop the next events. Her shirt, though holding firm, rips the broom from its place and knocks the whole shelf to the floor. If that wasn't enough, she hears a bunch of jars (broom polish, she's guessing) shatter. Rain doesn't hold back for a second and stares, mystified, at the destruction. "Wow. I am so f-cked."
- "People with great passion can make the impossible happen." Message Me - 12:33, July 1, 2017 (UTC)
She hadn't thought these events could or would unfold. She'd have thought there would be charms holding the items firmly to avoid this kind of accident. But apparently there wasn't. Tori looks around at the mess the other girl made, her eyebrows raising considerably. "...not necessarily," she says in the end, turning to look back at the girl with a grin. She turns to look at the mess of the jars and figures the mending charms would suffice in putting the pieces back together. "Reparo," she cast, vividly imagining the shards of broken glass piecing themselves back together while the liquid that had once been in it slowly filled it back up.
"Hell, thank you and thanks. I owe you two." Her hand gestures are as awkward as ever. The smile that's popped out compensates for it. She turned her head to check if anyone would come running, but yet again, nothing. "Are they screwing in the backroom or something? The broom dust can't possibly be good for their lungs," she mutters out loud. Uh oh. Swallowing a deep breath, she faced the other student again looking twice as abashed. "Uhhhh, yeah." She retrieved her wand from her pocket and performed a quick Locomotor to right the fallen shelf. "I'm not usually this clumsy. Rain. Sorry for the trouble."
- "People with great passion can make the impossible happen." Message Me - 14:09, July 1, 2017 (UTC)
To say she isn't downright shook would be a lie. This is Rain, the elusive Rain whom she hasn't seen since their final steak-eating competition a couple years ago. She stares at her, dumbfounded. Fucking hell, this really is her. That must mean the girl from the Kitchen was her. It made sense, that they unknowingly reunited in the same location they used to hang out most, especially during nights. "Rain drop, drop top, we used to eat steak nonstop," shhe blurts out the piece unwittingly, against her better knowledge. Rain would either burst out laughing and recognize her, or deem her a weirdo and leave. Whelp, there's only forward now. She laughs nervously. "Ummm..."
Girl from the kitchen mentions steak. It clicks. "Tori, what the hell?" She says with a laugh. "Drop top sounds hella gay and hella kinky. Holy crap, I couldn't recognize you." She's trying her best to suppress the urge to stim, much like how it had been with Bri, and compromises with her limbs by engulfing her midnight snack partner in a hug. "Oh my God, I've missed so much. Bri filled me in some time ago but I probably didn't catch some parts. Oh, and can I just say Mahoutokoro was really strict on food? They celebrate Ramadan on a schoolwide basis, among other acceptance stuff, and let me tell you, no steak. I dunno how they do it." Her words are flowing faster, easier, than normal and she can't wipe the grin off her face.
- "People with great passion can make the impossible happen." Message Me - 18:55, July 1, 2017 (UTC)
"Both of which you could technically say I am, thus making your point true in every sense possible," Tori cackles, relieved that she had successfully jogged Rain's memory. Everyone is coming back to Hogwarts - from Bri to Rain. Now it was Ethan left and it'd be like old times, but even she didn't believe it to be possible. Alas, she could hope. She did for Brain, and look where it got her. With old and new friends alike, she was almost sure the Hogwarts professors were in for a rude awakening. Briefly, she wondered if they'd be able to amass enough paintball guns, water guns or glitter bombs to bring chaos to Hogwarts, at least at some point in the next two years. No-majs threw pranks every now and then in their own schools - why couldn't they? They definitely had the manpower. Though it would lead them to get detention probably, but whatever. "No steak? Oh my God, that's impossible. What's Ramadan, anyways? I'm not typically this ignorant, sorry if it's offensive. But Hogwarts is painfully white, and, well..."
"At this point, really, I'm pretty sure the Founders were wise ahead of time and realized the school body's total lack of melanin could only be countered by drab, fashionista-killing black robes as school uniforms." Rain steps back from the hug quickly ('cause she's still awkward at hugs, but they're way better than her social skills) and shrugs. "It's for Muslims and it lasts more or less a month each year. But that wasn't the only thing. Too long didn't read, too many celebrations and practices and cultures thrown in together and we get seriously weird dinner options. Not bad weird, but like, spontaneous weird. What happens when you've only got a bunch of established well-known schools around the world and parents who refuse to acknowledge the more rural ones." She stops her brain vomit and breathes. From what she could tell, she hasn't spoken this much in a while. "How have you been? I got told you have a pack now, and I heard there was an assassination attempt on the Minister - all over the papers and online witching articles - and people in our year got wild some time ago at a party. Okay, wow, fuck, I'm too hyper and need to let you speak." She shakes her hands wildly for a second before dropping them back to her sides.
- "People with great passion can make the impossible happen." Message Me - 12:12, July 2, 2017 (UTC)
She'd forgotten Rain had a tendency to word vomit. She could barely catch every word she said, let alone process it all, so she just sat there for a couple long moments, staring blankly at her. "I- online witching articles?" she repeats, brow furrowing. She hadn't known those were possible, let alone existed. "I- umm, yeah, I've got a pack. The Minister was - still is - the Alpha, and yes he got attacked. I'm relatively fine about it now," she shrugs her shoulders. "I'm guessing it was Bri that told you."