Denmark Street is absolute heaven for any music lovers out there. Located in Muggle London, it's a small street lined with music shops of any and all kinds, from guitars to pianos to saxophones, along with DVD and record stores. It can be difficult to find sometimes, but once you're here, it's pretty much mandatory that you browse every shop and window.
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「 Jodie Bristow 」hufflepuff alumna • nation's favorite sweetheart
21 y/o
Metamorphmagus
Intelligence Auror
Single, looking
Jodie is looking for a gift for Caera. She'd been very patient and understanding of how hectic her job was and Jodie hoped she'd be able to get her a gift she really liked. She was hoping to find a vinyl record player for her friend. As soon as she arrives - having apparated to a nearby alleyway - she makes a turn for a small store nestled in the end of the street that sells records. Start small and work her way up - that's what she does best.
Message Me • 21:33, June 30, 2020 (UTC)
「 Jodie Bristow 」hufflepuff alumna • nation's favorite sweetheart
21 y/o
Metamorphmagus
Intelligence Auror
Single, looking
Crossing the street, Jodie almost walks straight into Aurele. She would have, had she not been paying close attention to where she was walking. "Oof," she mutters, exhaling a little once she steps back. The couple behind her almost walks right into her and mutter angrily as they side-step her. Jodie winces. "Sorry!" she calls, both to Aurele and the couple, even though it isn't technically her fault... or theirs. Misfortune? Yeah, misfortune.
Message Me • 22:24, June 30, 2020 (UTC)
「 Jodie Bristow 」hufflepuff alumna • nation's favorite sweetheart
21 y/o
Metamorphmagus
Intelligence Auror
Single, looking
Ohhhhh he's hot... Jodie fees a little helpless when Aurele unexpectedly replies. And he has a deep voice, too. Honestly, Jodie may love women a lot, but this singular man deserves some rights, too. A little shocked, her jaw slacks a little and she struggles to find the words she needs to express how incredibly bisexual she is her thoughts. She swallows thickly, remembering she shouldn't be a weirdo in public. "I - uhhh - you know - uhh..." Why did she apologize? Where was she, even? What was going on? Oh, wait. Denmark. Phone. Couple. Right. "I - ermm - I almost walked into you."
Message Me • 06:05, July 1, 2020 (UTC)