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Cheol was waiting for Seungheon to arrive. Seungheon and him had been dormmates at Hogwarts and while they'd gotten to know each other and became decent friends, he felt that it would be good to actually do something with him outside of school. So here he was, sitting on a bench waiting for him to arrive.
Seungheon has been in his sister's group chat for roughly 2 hours and he already wants to smash his phone against the wall. In a good way. He glances up from his phone to spot the entrance to the market and presses mute on the group, scanning for his friend and breaking into a grin when he spots him. "Cheol!" he calls, jogging over. "How you doing?"
"Oh, I am," he declares, pulling Cheol into a hug of greeting and then flopping down onto the bench. "You know Kim Jun-Heo from our dorms? I've managed to convince him to go on a date. Only took a year." He grins, then continues, "Oh, and I've been scouted for a brother group to the Charm Girls, so I'm hype for that too. Now give me all the gossip from your life," he finishes, folding his hands beneath his chin and watching his friend expectantly.
He chuckled a little at that, "Well would you look at that, someone is a high roller," He said with a cheeky grin. "And that's awesome! I'm sure you'll do great, having all the girls and boys fawning over you," He said and nudged him with his elbow. He then sighed and glanced down, "There's like no gossip in my life. You remember Kyran? The boy I had a crush on? Well he found out, but the moment he did his family took him out of Hogwarts and moved to America for better treatment for his eyes." He said with a small frown, "That's it really. Nothing too big,"
"That's so shitty," he says, with a frown that mirrors the one on Cheol's face. "Did he want to go? Surely you can long-distance it or something," he suggests. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. Or I can set you up with someone hotter. Want to date a Hex Boy?"
"I think he did? Mostly to get away from me, but it's something I'm not planning to dwell on," He said and waved off the comment, trying not to let it consume his thoughts. He then chuckled a little, "Date a Hex Boy? Well, if you can set me up on a blind date with one of them I'll go," He told him with a small chuckle again.
"He wasn't that hot anyway. Just didn't wanna tell you that 'cause I thought it might annoy you," Seung Heon waves a hand dismissively and grins. "I'll see about getting you that date, 1 sec," he promises, pulling his phone back out and texting the Hex Boys group chat: yo does anyone wanna go on a blind date w my boy cheolmin. "Hopefully they'll reply, but they were kinda pissed at me yesterday so I might get ignored."
Seung Heon laughs at that and returns the wink, declaring, "Okay, you have to do that again and I'll film it and then you'll be guaranteed to get a date. I'll put it on my Witchagram story - actually, no, I'll put it on Cherry's Witchagram story, because she has more followers than me. Foolproof plan."
"Exactly," he says, angling his phone towards Cheol and holding record with a nod to him to begin. It's decided. Seung Heon is going to find Cheol a date if it kills him, because nobody deserves to be ditched by their crush without a word. That's just a dick move.
"What do you mean you can't believe it?" Seung Heon asks, looking more than a little offended. He gestures to his own face, "With a face like this, is it really such a surprise I have luck with the men? I'm transferring that luck to you. You should be grateful."
He laughed a little at that, "Believe me I am thankful, without you I would probably be a hermit and become a crabby old man," He told him, imagining himself being the old man that yelled at kids to get off his lawn. "I'd be an eternal bachelor,"
Getting out of the Precinct was exactly what Amp needed right now. To get away from all the sadness and hostility and just hang out with a friend, even if Genesis hadn't shown up yet and it had been 2 hours since they planned to meet. So Amp was just by herself, watching the world go by.
Ashlyn hummed as she walked around the Markitt. She'd never been here before, so was taking in all the sights and sounds. She briefly checked her watch to see the time, before yelping as she bumped into someone, making her drop her bags and almost trip. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I should've been looking where I was going!" She looked embarrassed as she picked her bags up, glancing up to see one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen in front of her, making her even more embarrassed.
She almost fell over when someone bumped into her but luckily, Amp quickly got her balance. "Its fine, people do stuff like this all the time, especially myself. Should of seen me back at school, I was always bumping into people."
"It's an odd place, in my opinion. Odd but really cool." Quickly for a second, water flowed for Amp's hand, making her eyes glow. Out of old habit, Amp took a pair of sunglasses out and put them on, all because she didn't want to be questioned about her glowing eyes.
Octavia had underestimated how cold it would be. Not to the point of wanting to cry, but definitely lower than usual. With her hands in her pockets to preserve some warmth, she's walking with Regan down a relatively empty Carkitt Market. "Are you in the mood for a hot cocoa? My treat," she smiles down at her. "I know a really good place right around the corner."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 22:03, June 3, 2019 (UTC)
"Sure," she said with a smile. They could've had cocoa where they were... so there must be something special about the place Octavia wanted to go.
Octavia nods, a little relieved, and takes a moment of silence before she talks again. "So, Regan, tell me about yourself. I mean, aside from being into social justice and activism," she prompts, with a little grin.
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 22:54, June 3, 2019 (UTC)
She thought that over. "I was in Ravenclaw. Uhm.... I have a younger sister who... I'm not really that close with. We were as kids, but not so much anymore. We grew into very different people. I'm an artist, which I think you learned at the march."
"Ravenclaw, huh? I pegged you for a Gryffindor. Were you the creative, bullshitting the entrance statue Ravenclaw, or a bookworm?" Octavia smirks a little; she can't see Regan much into reading and studying, try as she might. "I was a Hufflepuff, but I always felt I belonged more in Gryffindor. My sisters disagree."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 23:00, June 3, 2019 (UTC)
"The Hat considered Gryffindor," she admitted. "But there was no way I was a bookwork Ravenclaw," she laughed.
Octavia laughs along with her, nodding her head in agreement. Just then, they near a shop, dwarfed by the two massive stores on each side. It was the kind of place anyone would overlook, as it didn't even have a sign - just Christmas decorations. They got lucky; it was still open, but not for long. Octavia opened the door and held it for Regan. The interior was quite small, but in the cozy sense. There were Christmas lights hanging across the room, with a respectable, heavily decorated tree in the corner. Instead of tables and chairs, there's a collection of bean bags, pillows, and blankets. It's a lot warmer inside, too. "After you," she grins.
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 23:08, June 3, 2019 (UTC)
Regan grinned as she walked inside, looking at all the decorations before turning to smile at Octavia. "This place is adorable."
"I'm glad you think so. I know what you're thinking - come on, Avia, why are we here? We could have gotten this back where we were! But - " There's a small pause as she hesitates. "I used to come here a lot as a little girl. The hot cocoa they sell here brings back a lot of good memories."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 23:15, June 3, 2019 (UTC)~
She grinned, barely suppressing an aww. "That's even more adorable," she said. "I can't wait to try it!"
Octavia is red everywhere - on her ears, on her cheeks, down her neck. She clears her throat, turning to walk through the small path that has been cleared for customers to walk up to the counter. There's a menu up there, with all sorts of toppings and even beverages beyond their famous hot cocoa. "One hot coca. Cinnamon, mint syrup, whipped cream, marshmallows, and dark chocolate chips," It's her usual. Turning to Regan, she raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "And you?"
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 01:16, June 4, 2019 (UTC)
Regan surveys the menu-- it's impressive. "Hot cocoa," she says slowly, picking her add-ins carefully. "Mint, Whipped cream, marshmellows and..." she pauses, making sure she isn't forgetting anything. "Caramel on top."
Octavia nods, her smile returning as she pays for the beverages. It should be ready fairly quickly, so she stands to the side versus immediately diving into the cushioned floor. "Not a lot of people know about this place. And, being a Boleyn, I appreciated the privacy of it all," she explains a little, as she gestures at the small space. "Did you have any safe places like this one?"
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 16:59, June 4, 2019 (UTC)
"Not when I was little," she said shaking her head. "When I was like... sixteen? I think? My parents gave me my birth father's old art studio to use. So that became a safe space."
"Birth father?" Octavia doesn't want to be nosy, especially when they've officially met maybe, what? 30 minutes ago? 45? But she has to admit, she's a little curious. "That's cute. Is that why you're so into art? Or has that just been a passion of yours forever?"
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 21:36, June 4, 2019 (UTC)
"My birth father left when I was like two or something. My Mom married my Dad when I was about five," she said with a shrug. "But I don't consider him a step Dad... he's just my Dad. But I get all my artistic talent from my birth father."
"That's sweet," Octavia smiles. Their order is up then, so she takes the mug hers was served in, with a a small straw. "I'd say let's drink it outside - I know a place with a great view - but it's kinda really cold, and we have to return the mugs at the end. Hope you don't mind lounging with blankets and pillows on the floor."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 23:06, June 4, 2019 (UTC)~
She waved a hand dismissively. "And miss out on all these snuggly beanbags? This looks great to me!" She took her mug and found a squishy spot on a beanbag with some nearby blankets. She'd normally have just plopped right down, but her mug was really full, and she didn't want to splash hot chocolate all over herself on what felt like it was likely a date. So she settled in carefully and took a long sip from her mug. "Mmmm. This is amazing."
Octavia really didn't mean for this to turn into anything like a date, but she wouldn't complain if that's how her day was going to close out. "I'm glad you think so," she smiles into the rim of her mug as she catches Regan's expression. "It's the best spot for hot chocolate in the UK, if you ask me."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 01:58, June 12, 2019 (UTC)
She nodded. "You won't see me denying that." She took a deepe drink out of her mug, and when she put the mug back down, there was a little bit of whipped cream on the tip of her nose.
"It's a little disappointing more people don't know about this place, but you know what? More for us," Octavia laughs, but it dies out when Regan pulls back her mug. Her expression softens a little as she awkwardly gestures at her nose, saying, "You have - um - it's -" Cutting herself off, she leans over and, using the free sleeve of her jacket, wipes at her nose.
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 02:19, June 12, 2019 (UTC)
She blushed at the contact. "Thanks," she said with a soft little smile.
"I... yeah, no problem," It's the realization she isn't sure where to take that sentence that leaves her with a demure smile, before she clears her throat and takes another long sip of her chocolate, heat permi tting. "So. What inspires you to do art? I mean, yeah you inherited this passion, but what drives you? Politics, love, friends, family?" she asks, curious, and truly abhorring the idea of allowing their easy conversation die out so quickly.
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 02:28, June 12, 2019 (UTC)
She chuckled. "As embarrassing as it is to admit? I'm kind of an... emotional painter. So my work always reflects my mood, and whatever's on my mind. So if I'm angry.... it's a lot of reds and oranges and blacks. If I'm in a better mood, it's more.... serene colors-- purples, teals, greens. It tends to be rather abstract. I can do portraits and stuff if I'm in the mood... but usually if I'm doing a portrait, it's because I can't get that person out of my head, for whatever reason." She was speaking honest truth, but there was a subtle connotation there, too.
"No, come on, why is that embarrassing? That's beautiful. I'm sure you've got some raw, powerful pieces. The kind of stuff that goes to Monde Irise, and then to the Louvre. I'd love to take a look some time... unless it's intimate. Which, is, of course, okay. It was just an - an idea. It's your -" Octavia stammers her way through her words, and finds herself wincing at the stupidity of it all. She's being so childish. So what if Regan doesn't want her seeing her art? It'd hurt, yes, but it'd be ok. Hoping the brunette sees past her obvious mess, she clears her throat and says, "Well, if anything, you could always do a portrait of me," she smirks.
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 02:42, June 12, 2019 (UTC)
She smiled at Octavia. "Of course you can see my stuff. Just drop by my apartment-- which doubles as my studio."
"Maybe I will," she nods. Just then, a jackal-like patronus appears, with a quick: Emergency meeting, bullpen, 15 minutes. The news elicits a tired sigh. "...but maybe not tonight. I'm sorry," she frowns. "Think we can continue another night?"
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 02:53, June 12, 2019 (UTC)
She smiled, a bit seductively. "You're always welcome."
There's a brief hesitation as Octavia reconsiders the importance of her job. She could always say the patronus never found its way to her, and just keep Regan company. She could do with getting laid. No, she couldn't do that. With a heavy heart, she leans in, pressing a kiss on her cheek, right near the edge of her lips. "I'll see you then, Ms. Black," she smirks. That being said, she stands, turning to drop the empty mug off before she makes her way to the exit.