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[AERIS DAGMAR]

I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM

WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM

A large mass of people were at Diagon Alley for one reason or another. As Aeris landed one foot on the cobbled pathway, she joined the entire flock to her next destination. She had just sold a lopsided 'muggle' item often referred to as a scale to the junk shop. It took a bit of firm haggling to get some good money for that piece of trash, but eventually Ris had gotten a nice amount of them. It was just enough for everything that she needed to buy at the moment. The tiny handful of silver coins seemed just begged to be spent as they rattled around in her small clutch purse. 'Oh, buy that! Spend me on nonsense, would you dearie?' They cried from their confines. She almost even succumbed to their taunting, but almost immediately after pushed the thought away. She had a limited amount of money. If she spent it on gags and jokes, she would surely run out in a blink of an eye.

She had a list to keep up, mind you.

Biting her lip tentatively, she pulled out a wrinkled piece of parchment. She was so surprised that she, Aeris Dagmar, had kept one of them intact and in her possession for this long. She always wrote one up, only to have it disappear and then reappear in the worst possible place. Occasionally it would appear in a pocket of her jeans, having gone through all the cycles of the washer and the drier. Back home the maids always found the papers littering the nooks and crannies when they vacuumed. Even once she found a pair of them in Flinty's cage, the rat getting them caught between the spokes on his exercise wheel. But today she had it in the palm of her hand. A little beat up, sure. Stained a little bit with syrup from this morning's pancakes, fine. But it was there. And she took extreme pride in it when she took a marker and crossed off 'scrap scale'.

A lonely lock of hair flew in front of her face as she fought through the crowd. She watched as it descended to the side of her face before trudging on. She wasn't too dolled up at all, a pair of jeans with a worn-out grey tee shirt that said Florida across the front. Her seemingly untamable mane was pulled back by a hair tie, but she did have a light brush of makeup. She never really did put too much on. And for running errands she rarely ever rose above pajamas or even sweatpants. Not that she really cared. Her next stop was the Magical Menagerie. It didn't have the dress code of a royal wedding, did it?

There wasn't really anybody there. It must've been a slow day for them not to have a single customer visible. But even then, it didn't stop Riss from running in and grabbing her pet supplies. She bagged them in a plastic sack herself and pulled out a calculator. After punching in the costs and adding tax, she shifted through the papers on the top of the counter for an envelope. Dag placed exactly what was owed to them inside and licked it shut. Honestly, she didn't exactly enjoy sealing it, and made a small face of disgust. She was quite the frequent there at that establishment, and found herself one of the few who just left the cash with a note. Hi there! I bought some Rat Tonic, a satchel of food, and a packet of bedding. (: XOXO, Aeris.

And then, she was done with everything she needed to do. She found that a few spare pieces of currency still lazed around in her pocket, and that her sweet tooth was crying out for relief. She dragged her bags over down the street a few shacks and entered Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. She smiled as she placed all of her things on a nearby lone table. She grazed her finger over all of the flavor selections, the vivid colors so appealing to her eyes as she scanned them. "Oh! Okay, can you get me a small? I want coffee and strawberry and marshmellows on top, if you could." The guy seemed to stare at her for quite some time. His gaze was a mixture of confusion and disgust at her choices. "Uh, oh, uh, please? And can you put it in a cone?" She stammered lightly, grinning. And then he did as he was told.

Walking over to the counter, the boy began to talk again. "Five sickle even," The employee stated in a bored manner, handing her what she ordered. She took it with great enthusiasm and licked the top. "Thanks! Alright," She dug into her jeans to find the money, bringing out four coins and sliding them across the counter. She then looked up at the merch with awkward, sheepish eyes and gave a shaky laugh. "Can I get you down to four? That's all I've got." He didn't look amused at this. And she caught it instantaneously. "You lick it, you bought it." He grumbled, probably thinking that it she was a waste of his time. So, she pulled out her purse and looked through it. "Maybe I have some cash in my purse... I know I have some in my purse..." She whispered, more of reassurance for herself than anything.

[ridleycovell]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #0e080a 8px solid; border-right: #0e080a 8px solid; background: #060609; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] --- ICE CREAM, YOU SCREAM --- ----- We all scream for ice cream ----- Having picked up his course materials, and a few miscellaneous items, the towering Professor happily headed in the direction of the Leaky Cauldron when he nearly passed Fortescues Ice Cream parlor. He desired a change of plans spontaneously. It had been a really long time since he had actually sat down to socialize or enjoy an ice cream. He had actually resorted to camping in his own house over the past summer to get away from the commotion, into the quiet. Of course the quiet days were near over now, and the loud noises and surroundings of Diagon Alley reminded him of the arrival of the upcoming term. Not that he was complaining of course. Ridley loved teaching and his students, and colleagues, were without a doubt some of his favorite (and least favorite) people on the face of the planet. He carried a bag to his side, which was crammed with books, potions materials, a few decorative vials and flower seeds. Inside this bag was also his suitcase, charmed to be smaller and hold more, than it should. Ridley hated packing, but he disliked unpacking also, so he often charmed his belongings between the transition from summers to start of term. He wondered how the semester would go, how the new students would adjust, and more importantly: If his newest teaching methods would prove to be useful. He had attended one seminar through the quiet phase of his summer and could not help but to judge the half wit who was instructing charms. "Five sickle even." He took note, upon entering, of a familiar Ravenclaw student rifling through her belongings. It wasn't his intention to sneak up on the girl, but sadly it was one of his traits. A silent approach was one of the few things that set Ridley apart from the rest of the wizards he knew. Laying a hand reassuringly on the students shoulder, Ridley flipped a few coins over the counter, to the hands of the register operator. "And I'll take an Ever-Changing." He stated clearly. "Hello, Miss Dagmar." A moment passed and his ice cream was pushed over the counter to him. The ice cream itself changed colors, flavors, and Ridley could care less if someone thought he was a giant kid. Maybe it was so, regardless of the thoughts of others, he happily started to eat small spoon fulls of his treat. "Fancy seeing you here. How was your vacation?" He inquired politely. Ridley kept his eyes on the student, but proceeded to clean his spoon. He wasn't sure he wanted to intrude, it was likely any student would be embarrassed to even be approached by their teachers outside of school, but Ridley was always highly social with his students, unless he knew they were easily embarrassed by him. Though as of lately he couldn't think of many who were. Though there was the occasional girl who would shy away from him in class, for no reason that he was capable of understanding. template by eliza @ shadowplay

OOC: If this is a bad time to post with you, or something needs fixed let me know. ;D
PS: Sorry this post came out sort of small, I feel as though I've committed a crime!

[AERIS DAGMAR]

I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM

WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM

Aeris started to wonder about the consequences for her forgetfulness. Aeris was conscious with her money, but often found herself buying something and looking at the price tag after handing in the money. But, she had never been in a situation where she couldn’t pay, or didn’t have enough. She often heard that muggles washed dishes to pay off for debts that didn't give recompense for. Or at least that applied for diners and restaurants. Because, really, ice cream shops didn’t have much to clean as far as different utensils and bowls were concerned. Most, if not all, were disposable. Some were even edible, cones and such. That just left scoops for the ice cream bins and the bins themselves. It didn't sound too horrible.

Jumping when she felt something on her shoulder, something warm nevertheless, she looked over it and towards whatever was behind her. And in this case, whoever. It was her Charms professor, who was kind enough to pay for what she couldn’t and get himself something too. She sighed in relief when she saw that. Anxiety attack was over. Normally, she would’ve objected and said that she did have cash, but at this point it was obvious that she didn’t. It would be stupid. So, instead of setting herself up for more humiliation and the cashier for more anxiety, she just began to express her gratitude.

"Thanks so much, Professor Covell! I was really in a pickle..." She started off, babbling like a brook before she noticed what he had bought. She smiled a bit as she glanced it over, watching as it flipped all around in different colors. She had never really noticed the more eccentric flavors such as that one, always going for her favorite. "Oh wow, that's so cool! You know, that Ever-Changing really does make mine look terribly weak." Aeris grinned, biting a large chunk straight out of the tip of her treat. She didn't want to beat around the bush. Either way, she didn't have very sensitive teeth. Gobbling ice cream was the least of her worries.

Shrugging a bit when he asked her about her vacation, she sighed. "It was... Alright," Ris admitted half-heartedly. She stared at her ice cream for a few seconds, twisting it around in her grasp before picking a nice spot. In all honesty, she was looking for any marshmallows that penetrated the top. "I'm really glad to be back though. Can't take anymore of life at home. But how was yours?" Aeris grinned a bit, her eyes flicking to the table that she had dumped all of her belongings on previously. Every so often she had done that to ensure that nothing was taken. Finding money to replaced stolen goods that she needed was not part of her daily schedule. "Want to sit down? It's the least I can offer you, because, honestly, I can't thank you enough."

Sorry for not posting sooner! It's terrible that I made you wait a weak. I'm so sorry. I've been in and out of the hospital visiting family, and have been dragged around probably every island of the Philippines looking at properties. >.>