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Unspeakable
Head, Department of Mysteries
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Post by Atticus Galanis on Apr 6, 2024 15:32:47 GMT -8
Saturday, April 6 | Early Evening It wasn't ice cream weather. But the ice cream shop was right there. A bright, flashing reason not to go home to a lonely cottage. Normally he enjoyed the isolation of his cabin. It was that time in the school term where he was painfully aware that Harper was away. Summer break couldn't come soon enough. Summer. That was ice cream weather. He'd take his daughter there everyday if she wanted to. Crossing the avenue, he tucked is brown parcel wrapped books under his arm and entered the small shop. It smelled like freshly made waffle cones and freshly brewed coffee. This was the best decision he'd made all day. A booth was free in the back corner. Atticus slid in and studied the menu like it contained some grand mystery. He read every option. And still, he settled on his usual. Marking the menu with his wand, he ordered a salted caramel ice cream sundae and a pot of coffee. With the task done, he leaned back to think about the concerning clues he and Elsie uncovered in the States and worried there was trouble brewing on the horizon.
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Ancient Runes Professor
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Post by Nicole Halley on Apr 14, 2024 11:46:46 GMT -8
Ole had done it again. She bought too many books. Every time she came to Diagon Alley she made a promise to herself that she wouldn't empty out her bank account into the cash register at Flourish and Blotts. She had access to amazing libraries. Muggle and magical. She didn't need more books. Except that one Younger Futhark Survey book. Student could really use that in class. And then that one Translation and interpretation of the n the Poetic Edda poem Hávamál. That was necessary. For a lesson of course. Once she had already picked out two books she just needed two more to get the sale discount. Then she got the free book from her punch card. Not of it was needed. With a sigh, she switched the heavy shopping back from one hand to the other. Her fingers tingled at the restored circulation. She could rearrange the bags and distribute the weight better. And the ice cream shop was right there. She didn't need ice cream. It was the most convenient place to organize her purchases before apparating.
Struggling with the door to the shop, she felt silly. There was probably a spell she wasn't thinking about that would make everything easier. The handle slipped from her hand and then slammed closed. Embarrassed by the noise, she considered cutting her losses and leaving before anyone noticed her awkwardness. But she saw some familiar blue eyes looking at her through the glass door. She was instantly transported back to her childhood. Atticus had been one of several kids her parents had helped through tough times, but he was the first wizard. She had felt for the quiet boy and wished she knew how to help him. At the time, she had little to no experience with loss. Merlin did she understand now, she thought. Setting one bag down, she opened the door with her free hand, kept it open with her foot while she picked up her parcels again and stepped inside. He hadn't moved and she wondered if he wouldn't be interested in catching up. There wouldn't be good times to reminisce over.
"Ma'am, can I help you?" a witch said behind the counter.
Ole turned. Ma'am? Was she that old, Ole wondered, slightly offended. She shook her head and took a step toward the table in the corner still trying to assess his reaction to recognizing her.
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Unspeakable
Head, Department of Mysteries
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Post by Atticus Galanis on Apr 16, 2024 14:30:25 GMT -8
The ice cream and kettle appeared in a blink. Pouring the coffee from the pot into the fresh cup, he enjoyed the steam and aroma of the roast. As he was taking a sip, the door to the shop opened a crack and then slammed shut. Atticus' eyes were training on the entrance immediate. His hand twitched toward his wand. All movement stopped when he recognized who was attempting to enter. He was transported back to one of the darkest times in his life. His dad dead. His sister a mess. And in the midst of the storm were the Halleys. A loving family who opened their home up to two orphaned kids. Muggles on top of it. Through the years, he thought about Ole a lot. She had been nothing but kind to him. He wasn't the most outgoing person to begin with. Trying to manage so much loss and worrying about his sister made him turn inward. He never intentionally ignored her. He thought he could have been more outwardly appreciative. By the time he joined the ministry he completely lost track of her. Had always meant to track her down.
He didn't need to go through the effort. She was right there. So lost in thought his brain completely missed the fact she was struggling with bulky packages and that was why she had problems with the door. The server's words snapped him out of his shock at seeing her. He got to his feet quickly and grabbed several of her shopping bags. The weight was immediately apparent. "Was there a sale on bricks?" he asked, setting them down next to his table and pulled a chair out for her.
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