-“too smart to worry - too cute to care.” Message Me - 03:40, January 17, 2019 (UTC)
Felix knows that wearing sunglasses inside is literally one of the douchest things to do. But what can he say? Ever since he got revealed to the public, it's been fucking annoying being noticed everywhere he went. It was just better to ignore all the dirty looks and probably thoughts of strangers thinking that he was conceited or something. Oh well, he had better things to wonder about. His mother was a Quidditch fanatic, and some of that had ended up seeping into Felix as well. But he wasn't here to oogle at the latest brooms or place bets on who would win in the next match. Situated in a little corner in the shop was the rack of various Quidditch magazines. Felix lingered in that corner, looking for the one that his mom writes for.
-Success hinges on Determination Message Me – 10:05, January 21, 2019 (UTC)
His life felt like shit. No, feels like shit. Rufus shakes his head, letting strings of greasy bangs tap his forehead. It feels as if one single incident completely re framed his entire life. Rufus isn't even sure why he had struck up the flirtation he had, but how is he supposed to completely abandon his pure blood upbringing for some half blood guy. He grimaces, knowing what his mother would say. She says a lot now of days, now that he was no one, now that he had stopped appearing perfect. Especially now that her friends were back to gossiping about the circumstances of his birth. Ring! The bell brings him back to the present, to his feet unconsciously crossing the threshold of a store he knew well. Huh. Rufus stumbles from the shock, spilling some of the fire whiskey he has in his hand. I need to leave. now. The sheen of new brooms and the smell of the broom polish almost brings tears to his eyes. His feet continue their journey through the shop, retracing the steps his past self had taken more than once.
-“too smart to worry - too cute to care.” Message Me - 05:32, January 22, 2019 (UTC)
His eyes keep looking over and over again at the magazine stand. Felix can't find it. Is this some kind of joke? His mother worked for one of the biggest Quidditch magazines there is! Why couldn't they- "Aha!" Moving his sunglasses so they rest on the top of his head, he spied the glossy magazine in some overlooked corner of the stand. With a smile, he picks it up and heads over to the counter. As he passes through the various aisles, Felix looks around at everything that is being sold. The newest generation if brooms over there, various other equipment needed for the game, and things for upkeep such as polishes. His feet stopped in place once he saw Rufus. His heart postively sank. Felix has had Rufus on his mind for a long time, but in the business of his debut he had been shifted to a corner of his mind. But he still reigned number one in his heart. His eyes couldn't look away from him. So many emotions ranging from relief to anger flowed through him. Felix didn't know what else to say but "Wow."