Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 20:06:02 GMT -7
 @crystal3 | ◀ | broom & bat & bludger ❤ Kryss had been to many muggle and Wizard ice cream places in his scant thirty years, but out of all of them the best was definitely Florean Fortescue's. Perhaps it was that their claim to the first wizard ice cream parlor (since 900, said signs all over) was true and valid; or, perhaps their recipe was the best (an admirable accomplishment, since after all ice cream was originally a muggle invention). But Kryss knew that for himself, personally, it because it represented an anchor in a strange world. He had come for a sweet treat on his first trip to Diagon Alley, and it had eased his fears. The ice cream parlor reminded him that there was a real world out there, and not just this new and mysterious, almost dream-like place. You'd be afraid if a strange man had come to your house, and been able to convince your mother that he was coming to take you to a school for wizards, right? Krystopher had been terrified to leave his mother for a whole school year. He had gone back many times since, and right now he was looking forward to another, as he stepped out of the dark of Knockturn Alley and into the light of safety. The vial of Alihotsy Draught he had gone in to obtain was tucked safely in his robe. Man, the potioneer that he had gone to see, he was just so stuck up and such a jerk... but that was a story for another thread. Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour always had the magical ability to lift his spirits. It was brightly lit and the many flavors of Ice Cream in all colors beckoned to him from the counter. He got in the line, which was incredibly long, but incredibly worth it, and in no time he was up to the front. Smiling, he ordered from the little gal behind the counter. "Hi, I'd like a double scoop, one Chocolate Frog, and one Cotton Candy Zing, in a waffle cone, please." It was the same combination he had gotten on that first day here, and still was his favorite. Chocolate Frog tasted like the candy, and Cotton Candy Zing was incredibly sour when first put on the tongue, but turned sweet as it came to the back of the mouth and went down the throat. Heaven. He paid for his cone, and went to an open table he had spotted. Taking cautious licks out of his cone, enjoying the sour-sweet combination, he watched people come and go. A pretty normal day, all in all. Except for the vial of potion burning a hole in his pocket. PYXIS ★ |
