Welcome to the Hmm Cafe! Have a cup of tea or maybe a homebaked muffin. Take a seat and breathe in the sweet smell of baked goods. Everything here is homemade and made with all natural ingredients and even real brewed tea.
It was Christmas Eve, and the younger members of the Happy House had been promptly kicked out as part of preparations for tomorrow's celebration. Tatiana had run off to do God only knew what, and Natasha had abandoned him in favor of doing some last minute shopping. It left Leonid alone, a little bummed out this is what his Christmas Eve had so far amounted to. He was holding his minty hot chocolate closely, taking occasional sips while he surveyed his surroundings through the window. It was snowing, but not excessively so. Families were venturing through the tiny village, and there was an overall happy ambience. One that hadn't consumed Hogsmeade in a while. This brought a small smile to his face; if there was any period of time he loved, it was Christmas.
Leila, meanwhile, is enjoying her own self-made somber mood as she warmly thanks the person at the counter who hands her a pastry and a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Silencio does a little bit here and there for the holidays but mainly it's up to its employees to throw stuff if they ever want any fun, so Leila's opted to have a quiet day to herself as she surveys the comfy cafe. She finds Leonid in the corner and decides to the make the boy's day a day of two instead of one but sitting down across from him. "Holiday blues?" she asked. "Your smile looks a little woeful."
Lyonya is thoroughly surprised to see anyone has bothered to join him - most of all a girl as admittedly attractive as Leila. Leonid's smile briefly falters from the surprise, his expression becoming a bemused one, but he finds it in himself to offer a polite (though still confused) smile. "Holiday blues?" he echoes, brow furrowing. Huh? It takes a decent amount of brain-rummaging to realize what that phrase meant. Oh! "I was just musing over everything that is happening here. Hogsmeade has never been this festive, in my time in the United Kingdom."
Leila waits for a few seconds, and in that time seems to register that Leonid definitely isn't British, but he doesn't seem to be American either. Must be from another part of Europe. When the realization hits him, she just gives him a soft smile and waits for his response. "Ah," she said lightly, leaning back. "Not as festive as my family but Hogsmeade is definitely something during the holidays, I'll admit," she said, clicking her tongue before taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
"I am surprised," he confesses. Craning his neck again to take another look outside the window - a better one - he smiles softly when he sees what he believes to be a couple with their young daughter. She can't be more than three. "I hope this means we stand in the dawn of a new era. A better one, defined by equality and justice," he continues, as he stares on at the people walking past he quaint cafe.
These days, Jungkook finds himself too lazy to really make breakfast for himself. In between Felix being gone and Insomnia being more demanding than ever to cover for him, he really doesn't have the energy in the early hours to actually do anything at home. So he's sitting at a table by the window, casually sipping on a cup of coffee and looking out into the morning scenery.
He walked into the cafe for a bite to eat. Yes, he could make himself food at home, but sometimes it was nice to go and eat a sweet treat. He orders a coffee and a scone and looks around to see if there's an available table while he waits for his order.
For a moment, his attention shifts back into the cafe and the various people that were walking in and out. His eyes land on Spencer for a brief moment, and he simply raises his eyebrows at him in greeting. Jungkook could sort of guess at what he was playing at. He wouldn't mind company.
- "You saw her beauty, but not the iron that lay underneath." Message Me - 06:12, March 8, 2019 (UTC)
Hanuel found herself sitting in the Cafe, by herself, headphones covering her ears as she hummed, tapping a pen to the notebook sitting right in front of her, thinking as the instrumental music played from her phone. A muffin and a hot cocoa were right in front of her as she jotted down ideas for various songs, frowning in thought, before continuing to write.
"Hey, Hanuel, right?" Hwanseong asked, sliding into the seat across from Haneul. Having heard about the new trainee, he took it upon himself to meet each one. He liked getting to know the future faces of Silencio Records. "I'm Hwanseong, one of the older artists." He doesn't register the headphones until a second later and laughs, realizing his mistake. "Hey, Haneul?"
- "You saw her beauty, but not the iron that lay underneath." Message Me - 18:18, March 30, 2019 (UTC)
She bobbed her head. "Yep! I don't want to leave any song-writing to people I don't know, or my siblings haven't vetted... So to prevent that from happening, I like writing my own songs." Hanuel took a sip of her drink. "What about you?"
Callum sat at a table with his mum, a little quiet since he knew why they were meeting. She had just gotten engaged to Sebastian Hall, some doctor at St. Mungo's who swept her off her feet. He was a bit bitter about it, since he felt once she got married he wouldn't be important anymore. "So um... How's life?" He finally asked, glancing up at her from behind his glasses.
“It’s been pretty busy. Between work and planning, I feel like I’ve been all over the place.” ,she said. “How have things been going with you? I feel like I’ve been getting less and less owls and don’t know anything!”
“Didn’t you hire a wedding planner?” He asked, disliking the word wedding rolling off his tongue. “Yeah, seventh year is super busy... I’m sorry I haven’t been writing, what with being Quidditch Captain and trying to stay up on my studies... There’s a scout arriving for the next game, I think they might scout me to be a professional player when I graduate,”
“Why? Isn’t Sebastian helping? You shouldn’t be doing everything by yourself,” he said a little snappy. “Oh, probably the Appleby Arrows or the Wimbourne Wasps,” He said, taking a sip of his lemonade. “Or whatever team will take me,” he said with a chuckle.
She noticed the tone in his voice when talking about Sebastian and her heart sank a little as a frown cane to her face. “No, he is. But you know I like things to be perfect so I tend to just take over.”, she said. “But, I think you would look great in those yellow wasp robes.”
Callum noticed the small frown on her face and felt guilty for making it happen. “I just want him to be helping you is all... Since I can’t and I’m in school,” he told her, swirling his straw around in his cup. He then chuckled a little, “Didn’t really think about wearing yellow robes, maybe I should reconsider,” he joked lightly.
“Maybe you can help me sometimes on the weekends.”, she said, reaching out to place her hand on his. “I would love for you to be apart of it as much as possible.” She smiled. “I think the yellow robes would be fantastic. You’d rock it.”
He felt a little bad since his mum was putting forth so much effort to get him involved. Was he really being such a jerk over it? "I would love too," He told her, putting his other hand on top of hers and squeezing it gently. He then chuckled a little, "We'll see, maybe they'll show off my physique,"
Leaf had been feeling deflated. He wasn't allowed to go back to his muggle roots due to the Ministry decrees and, quite frankly, he was getting worried. The out-casting of muggle locations seemed reminiscent of the things he read in the history books and he was sure prejudice was soon to happen to muggle-borns. Even now, on a date with Hephaestus, Leaf had his mind pre-occupied with his fears; barely taking a sip of his hot chocolate or a bite from what usually was hi favourite muffin.
-"I came. I saw. I turned right back around and walked the f*** out." Message Me - 06:10, January 16, 2019 (UTC)
"-totally not cool because she didn't even tell me. And then I- Are you even listening to me?" Hephaestus pouted. Leaf had been acting weird the whole date. It was... off-putting to say the least. Suddenly worried about someone other than himself, Festus reached out and grabbed Leaf's hand. "Are you okay?" He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Leaf had been lost in his own world of fears, completely ignoring Festus' mantra of words about some pure-blood girl and was only brought out by the feeling of his hand being held. Looking up, Leaf's eyebrows furrowed as he attempted to make sense of Festus' words before nodding. "I'm fine," He said, offering a half-assed smile, "Just... things going on, y'know?" Part of him didn't expect Festus to know, not truly. Leaf didn't even blame him; he was sure that if he were a pure-blood he'd be the same.
-"I came. I saw. I turned right back around and walked the f*** out." Message Me - 03:08, January 28, 2019 (UTC)
"You're fine, my ass." Hephaestus scoffed, though his gaze softened slightly before giving Leaf's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You can tell me, you know? For as much as I run my mouth, I can always listen to you." He promised gently.