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She was currently sitting at a table, head bent over a book, reading while breaking off pieces of her warm muffin and dunking them into her hot chocolate, enjoying the mix of blueberry and chocolate with every bite. With how cold it was, this was a popular place right now, with most tables occupied. Her table had one empty seat, avaliable, but she was lucky that no one was asking to sit there. Yet.
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Ilyas quietly drinks some tea, enjoying the peaceful ambiance of the cafe. He takes a soft bite into his muffin, the flavors taking hold of his sensations. This, everything about this is nice. He doesn't really like the west, but he likes this.
Having a short temper when he drank never caused a good outcome, maybe that's why Liam had gotten kicked out of the bar just down the street? He had just thrown a few punches after a man had told him he shouldn't be drinking as he had been at his age. Pfft, he didn't quite understand why people had to be so judge mental over every little detail that wasn't their own. Maybe that's why when he entered the cafe he spoke in a rather loud voice, nearly commanding in nature. "I want some food." His words slightly slurred as he walked up to the counter stumbling a bit before nearly falling, causing him to bang his hand slightly on the counter to balance himself.
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The peace is broken when a familiar looking reck stumbles in. "Oh, it's you," He says, disappointedly. He isn't surprised to find the westerner drunk in sin. He takes a long look at the sorry looking creature. "Aren't you a little embarrassed to be seen like that?" He asks, somewhat pointedly. He didn' understand why people did stupid things such as this. What a great "buddy". He really hadn't been much help, and now it makes sense.
He's waiting for Charlotte to turn up, idly stirring his coffee as he watches the photographers outside the cafe pretend they're not there just to stalk him. It's kind of funny, actually, in a sad way. Imagine being a fully-grown adult and having to follow a 15-year-old kid around as a job?
When Charlotte arrives at Hogsmeade, she's instantly bombarded with photographers; not even the guards that accompany her are enough to keep them all a safe distance away. And when she arrives at the cafe, shortly after her brother does, she's quick to notices the other lot of photographers stalking outside the doors. It's a hassle to get in, but she does so relatively fast. The bell marks her success, and her joining her younger brother at his table confirms it. "Well if it isn't my darling little brother," she smiles, reaching for a brief hug before she sits.
"Always nice to see my second-favourite sister," he says, taking a sip of his fast-cooling coffee. "I didn't get you anything because you're late and therefore don't deserve my kind actions, but here's the menu." In truth, he did get her a muffin, but he got a little peckish and ate it himself when she didn't turn up within 5 minutes. You snooze, you lose, after all. The world is a harsh place.
Her smile doesn't falter until she processes what he's said. She frowns a little, but it disappears as soon as it's come; she was the one to blame for essentially disappearing on her siblings for like 4 years. She crosses a leg over the other and grabs the extended menu. "I'm just ten minutes late, Richard, and it wasn't even my fault," she mutters, though you can see she still feels bad. She looks over the menu for a few moments, before closing it and setting it aside. She'll head up to the cashier soon. "How are you?"
He can see he's managed to hit a nerve, which is odd because he can't think of anything he could upset her with. "Chill, I noticed the crowds, and I forgive you. It's not your fault you're the popular one," he says, offering her his signature grin and pushing the half-muffin he has left over to her side of the table as a peace offering. "I'm good, made a new friend I think, you?"
"Alfred is the popular one. He's going to be King one day, and I'll just be the new George," Despite the serious undertones of her voice, a small smile pulls at her lips. She usually isn't one to judge any of her relatives, let alone rate them from relevant to just straight up irrelevant, but... he was just really, really lowkey. She eyes the half-muffin with a quirked and looks up at him, half-confused, half-amused. "I haven't made friends yet. Apparently the novelty of having a Princess as a classmate hasn't worn off... even though it's been two years now," she sighs.
"Who was it that was boasting over the summer about how she's a, quote, fashion icon? Icons are always popular, sorry, I don't make the rules." He pauses, not having processed the second part of her statement before, and raises an eyebrow. "Okay, talking about family members behind their backs? Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"
"I was just trying to get back at Aunt Mary, to prove to her she needs to update her wardrobe a little," Pausing long enough to mull over his words, she rolls her eyes. "In your company, I'm afraid," she smirks. "Hogwarts just announced the dance commemorating Autn Eleanor's wedding. Is it safe to assume you'll be in attendance?"
He ponders this for a moment, then decides, "Oh my god, I'm gonna set you up with someone." Another sip, then a blinding grin. "As a friend, of course. Anything else is entirely improper and not befitting a princess."
"In the name of the Royal Crown, please don't. I dread to think who you'd set me up with," she winces. "Friend or otherwise. It's nothing personal, darling, but your tastes are... questionable, at best."
"I'll find you the least offensive, most socially acceptable friend possible, and then you'll thank me," he replied, ignoring her pleas. "I'll even make sure they've never even spoken to me before in person, so I can't corrupt them before they meet you."
"Recommendations," he answers simply, "guesswork, people I've seen acting like teachers' pets. People from good families," he makes air quotes as he says this, "Though none of them as good as ours, obviously. Or do you prefer Quidditch players? Literally everyone's gonna want to go to the ball with you so I might as well give you some choice since I'm not allowed to talk to them first."
She nods, because honestly, she should've figured that one out on her lonesome. Leaning in on her elbows, she looks thoughtful for a moment, clearly imagining what she would and wouldn't like. "A guy, obviously... I don't mind whether they play quidditch, or are a prefect, but nobody with a crime record, preferably," she pauses briefly. "I wouldn't say everyone will want to go with me. As it is, nobody wants to be my friend. I spend all my afternoons reading in the Astronomy Tower, or at the library," To her credit, she looks unaffected by her revelation.
"Okay, I'll find you a friend and a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend if you'd prefer? That'll be fun for the media. Actually, I'll find you multiple friends," he grins and goes to take another sip of his coffee before realising it's gone cold. "I'm a master matchmaker." He's never played matchmaker in his life, actually, but he's sure it can't be hard.
"I just said guy, darling. This isn't some coming out sob story," Charlotte gives him a pls stop kind of look. Smoothing over the skirt of her dress, she stands straight, shoulders poised perfectly. "I've been doing just fine without friends so far," That's not a total lie, at least. She's gotten into some really good books. "Have you ever played matchmaker before?"
"No," he replies, grin not faltering in the slightest. "Don't worry, I'll be great at it. On that note," he stands and stretches. "Looks like I have work to do and a lot of reporters to avoid so I'll see you later?"
Despite her eyeroll, Charlotte smiles fondly and nods. She has to admit, she kind of looks forward to see who her brother matches her up with. Following suit, she stands up. "I'm going to go get myself some tea, then."