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Post by Sive Maeve O'Leary on Oct 7, 2007 11:29:25 GMT -5
Sive had been through quite a day. School shopping was horrific in her family and it had taken her quite a bit of her energy to get her parents to leave.
"Go on, mum, I already got me owl, I just need me bag, an yu know I aren't one for bag shoppin. Just get me one that'll hold all me books, please." Sive pleaded, her heavy Irish accent painting over her words.
"You aren't cumin? Why not?" Her mother asked.
"I jus' want somethin ta eat." Sive nodded, finally, after more debate, her parents allowed her to go to the Diagon Cafe.
"Coffee'll be jus' fine." Sive said to the waiter as she waited for anything to happen.
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Post by Headmaster Kalvin Krum on Oct 8, 2007 17:44:06 GMT -5
The headmaster was taking a stroll through Diagon Alley. He looked at all of the students shopping for their upcoming year at Hogwarts. He smiled at all of his future students. He was wearing an sapphire red travel robe. He walked into the store. He walked up to the table. " Just a firewhisky please, Cedric." he said. He knew Diagon Alley so well he knew everyone's name. The person he was talking to was Cedric Callaway. He turned to one of the future students that was going to Hogwarts. She was here last year. He walked up and sat at the seat across from her. " Hello there Sive. Coming for your second year at Hogwarts. Swell." he said happily. He took the firewhisky from the waiter. " Thank you Cedric. Here you go" he said, and flipped 1 knut to his hand. He took a sip from it. " Hectic day, huh?" he asked he. He pretty much knew everything that was going on with every student.
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Post by Sive Maeve O'Leary on Oct 8, 2007 18:30:31 GMT -5
Sive thanked the waiter as some coffee was brought to her. She began mixing in the sugars and cream before taking a sip and conlcuding that it was too hot. So, she blew on it and twisted the spoon around, attempting to make something interesting occur, like a coffee monster to jump out and hug her, yet no such even occured.
Just as she was loosing hope and about to delve into another sip, a familiar voice spoke up. The young Irish woman's head bolted up to get a good look at her addressor. It was the Headmaster. Instantly, she sat upstraight and stopped twiddling with her coffee, she didn't want to look funky. A smile was forced through her nervous face as she had not spoken to the Headmaster much at all and so to do so while schoolshopping was quite a nerve-wrecking honor. She did not wish to be rude.
"'Ello, Eadmasta." She nodded. "Another year'll be fune, I can't wait ter start up all me classes." She nodded to her schedule so she didn't sound too weird. "So far I'm jus missin me bag, but me parents're doing tha." Another smile as it seems the last one had faded during her conversation. "So yeah, it's been one hectic day fer the O'Learys."
She literally had to hold her hand on her lap as it attempted to move back to twiddling with her coffee spoon, then again, she did not want the Headmaster to think that she was uncomfortable, so she let it go as it darted to the spoon and continued to mix it. "An what about yu? I'll betchu got some stuff ter do befare the year starts up, I couldn't imagine what Hogwarts looks like when they'll be no students ter occupy the silence." Dumb, but it was too late now. The Headmaster was cool, he didn't treat students the way the her elementary teacher did back in Dublin. Her parents insisted that she went to the Dublin Elementary school until she was old enough for Hogwarts, just so she could get a jump start on her learning, which taught her three different languages, so guess it worked.
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Post by Headmaster Kalvin Krum on Oct 8, 2007 18:55:56 GMT -5
" Oh it can be a bit uncomfortable. The silence can be a bit scary." he told her. He opened a small bag in his robe and took out all these books and equipment to show her. Large golden cauldrons, a small book of medieval potions, a box of "Automatic Anti-Cheating Quills", and a vial of ink that would become real and 3-d if you make a drawing. " Many things to get for the school year, you have no idea. Yet, I am the only one to buy them. I have enough time. The only thing that I need now is a new set of Quidditch Equipment." he told her. He put everything back in the bag and put it in his robe.
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Post by Sive Maeve O'Leary on Oct 9, 2007 14:42:36 GMT -5
"Anti-Cheatin' quills? I can't say I eva cheated on no test. I bet those aren't for Ravenclaws. Keep an eye on them Slytherins, they ain't never seen one of 'em study." She laughed. Bad thing to say, especially since he was the head of all four houses, well, he oversaw them, not really the head.
"I'd bet tha the school'ld be quite uncomfotable. Betchu have sum fune with them echoes, though, or slidin down the 'allways. Then 'gain, tha's wha' I'd do." She shurgged and went back to mixing her coffee.
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Post by Headmaster Kalvin Krum on Oct 9, 2007 15:06:09 GMT -5
He smiled. " Yes. Slytherins can be mischivies. But I can honestly say that I have taught many Slytherins who have achieved good things. And when I say good, I mean legal." he said, and laughed at his own joke. " I know you would never cheat. A Ravenclaw never cheats. Especially you." he said, nudging her on the shoulder.
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Post by Harvest Houston on Nov 3, 2007 11:51:02 GMT -5
((OOC: hope you don't mind me joining))
Harvest walked into the warm shop of Diagon Alley. She was supposed to meet her brother, Jason, there. He never had time for Harvest anymore now that he was part of the 'Ministry ensemble'. "I just hope he doesn't stand me up...again." She muttered to herself sadly. She sat down at a small table and saw Headmaster Krum and Sive O'Leary just two tables away. Cedric came up to her. She knew this place well because her father always used to take her there for a fire whiskey, even if she was under-age. "Good to see you Cedric. The usual." Harvest said casually and slipped him a galleon. "Extra strong." She flashed him a dazzling smile and he nodded, flustered. Harvest giggled as Cedric walked off. Harvest knew she had good looks but really, it was a bit much. Cedric came back with her extra strong fire-whiskey. "Thanks, Ced." She smiled again, her overly strong English becoming clearer and clearer. She took a sip and smiled, extra strong.
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