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Mar 29, 2020 8:06:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2020 8:06:04 GMT -7
June 7, 2025 Dasha had made her way into Diagon Alley in order to run a few errands there, which had taken more effort on her part than she would have liked to admit. Unlike Little Hangleton and Hogsmeade, the closest that she had come to Diagon Alley was the Leaky Cauldron, and she had been there only once. Dmitri had told her that that was where she would need to go in order to get to Diagon Alley, though, so that made it easy enough to find with some Floo powder… aside from the problem of the courtyard in the back of the pub.
Trying to look like she knew what she was doing was a skill that she had had to hone from a very young age, and she wasn't about to fail at it. There were enough people in and out that the door to the courtyard had been apparent as the other entrance and exit, though it had taken longer to wait for someone who was also passing through and wouldn't be bothered by her tailing them. She'd had to make up a lie about why she was just hanging around to the people she had had to follow, but she had had the sense to watch the way that they tapped a pattern into the bricks.
Immediately, she understood why Diagon Alley was the place to go for her school supplies. Every magical store imaginable was there, including what must have been the bank. It made Hogsmeade look like the village that it actually was, Dasha thought, as she walked with purpose down the crowded street.
Realizing that she would need to figure out where she was actually going, she veered off into the first store that she could. It was a Quidditch supply shop, decorated with banners to promote the final match of the season. She had read about it in the newspaper already, but it was in the middle of the week. Dmitri couldn't leave his work for something like that, and she wouldn't go alone.
The shop was busy, and Dasha instinctively walked over to a display that seemed to have caught the attention of some of the other customers. Judging by the colors on the banners for the Quidditch finals, it was all merchandise for the two teams playing. She didn't have any use for any of it, but she could at least act like it until she could figure out how to get to where she needed to be.
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Apr 1, 2020 2:05:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2020 2:05:28 GMT -7
Aura was on a mission in Diagon Alley. Not for school supplies – she and Silver had already agreed to do their school shopping after their birthday and roll it into their birthday trip to London. But her silly owl Helios, who could be extraordinarily clumsy sometimes, had somehow gotten into her jar of broom polish and made an absolute mess before Aura had found him. And, as she had patiently explained to her father, how was she supposed to practice for Quidditch over the summer without broom polish? It could make the difference between a smooth ride and a nasty fall, and her father wouldn’t want Aura to fall behind because of an accident, right?
It had almost become too easy, but Aura had made it to London so she wouldn’t really complain. It was only a few days before the Quidditch final between Wimbourne and Yorkshire, so Diagon Alley was packed but the shop dedicated to all things Quidditch was especially so. Aura had to elbow her way through a throng of people to before she made it to her target shelf and took a few minutes to pick out a new jar of high-quality polish. Her broom deserved only the best, of course.
Polish in hand, Aura swung through the section of the shop devoted to Keepers to scan for any new worthwhile equipment. It was mostly dedicated to protective gear, for obvious reasons, and Aura lingered in this less-crowded section for a long while. She tucked the broom polish under her arm so she could weigh a new sturdy-looking helmet in her hands. “We just have to win this year,” Aura muttered to herself as she considered the helmet before putting it back on the shelf and leaning down to look at other versions. This would be her second season on the team, and she was determined to perform better. “And give Slytherin a thrashing for last season,” she finished the thought out-loud, her face grim as she remembered the match.
Her face brightened as she considered all the merchandise at the front of the store from a distance, and she approached cautiously to avoid bumping into people. It would be extremely fun to get a Wasps jersey for Silver, if she could convince him to wear it at the match. It was worth a try. Aura had that sort of forceful personality where she was convinced that with enough effort she could coax her twin into one.
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Apr 1, 2020 20:44:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2020 20:44:05 GMT -7
June 7, 2025 With as many people as were actually interested in the merchandise for the Quidditch finals, Dasha realized that it would be more considerate of her to move away from it. She didn't really need or want any of it; she didn't have any business with Quidditch at all, and it was just an extra expense on top of everything that she had to purchase for Hogwarts. It wasn't as though she stood out considerably without the Quidditch gear; she made an effort not to look out of place around people her own age, whether magical or Muggle.
Dasha began to drift towards where it was less crowded in the store, over to where there were some helmets and pads. There was another girl over there, who must have been about Dasha's own age. She could hear her talking to herself, and she caught part of what she was saying: "…And give Slytherin a thrashing for last season."
Slytherin, Dasha knew, was one of the Houses into which students at Hogwarts were Sorted. She hadn't really considered where she might end up at the school. Wherever it was didn't change her feelings about attending, and she didn't know if it actually mattered. She tried to listen to see if the girl had more to say, but she didn't appear to be with anyone.
Still "browsing" through the store, Dasha looked over at the girl, who had kept her distance from all of the merchandise near the front. She seemed hesitant, though Dasha couldn't pinpoint why. Did she think that there would be a mob or something? "Do you want something from there?" Dasha offered her, her Russian accent heavier than she would have liked.
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Apr 3, 2020 4:08:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2020 4:08:22 GMT -7
The store was crazy crowded, but most of the throng was concentrated in the front around the Wimbourne/Yorkshire merchandise, which told Aura that the majority of people here were probably just fans. That suited her just fine. As interested as she was in scooping up a jersey for Silver, she didn’t fancy the idea of being trampled on her way there. The section of the store dedicated to Keepers was less crowded, and more familiar to her. She’d been multiple times since joining the team, and at this point she could always tell when something new was in stock.
Aura was snapped out of her thoughts when she realized someone was talking to her. That wasn’t uncommon – both twins had a habit of getting lost in their thoughts and forgetting about their immediate surroundings. The girl who’d spoken looked to be about the same age as Aura, but she didn’t recognize her from the common room or any classes. What was more unusual than that fact, or the thick Russian accent which suggested a foreign student, was that the girl was still empty-handed despite (presumably) having spent some time in the store.
The other girl had pointed out the merchandise at the front, and Aura followed her gaze. Despite being strangers, she opted for a direct answer – it was just her way of doing things. “I’m thinking about it,” Aura mused out-loud, before turning to look back to the girl. She made a motion with her hands (one empty, one still holding the broom polish) as if weighing two sides of an argument. “On the one hand, my team didn’t make it to the final, so I don’t want to stock up on another team’s merch. But,” Aura continued, “it’s social protocol to attend a match dressed in the colors of the team you’ve chosen to support. So it might be negligent to opt out of a long-standing norm for the sake of one jersey.” Aura shrugged at the ultimately inconsequential debate – maybe she’d gone a little heavy-handed with the analysis, but it was how her mind worked and both her upbringing and her time at Hogwarts had taught her to share her thought process thoroughly to be fully understood and receive optimal feedback. It was the Ravenclaw way.
Having (in her opinion) satisfactorily explained herself, Aura eyed the other girl and her empty hands again. “Haven’t found what you’re looking for yet?” she asked casually. She knew that many Quidditch players, student and professional, preferred to do their shopping here, but also that many fans who were only casual players themselves often visited too. Aura wondered which category this girl fit into.
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May 26, 2020 22:38:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 26, 2020 22:38:31 GMT -7
June 7, 2025 The girl whom she had approached told her that she was thinking about it—getting something from the potentially more exciting merchandise—but didn't sound entirely committed. Dasha watched as the girl looked back at her from the selection of merchandise at the front of the store. She moved her hands up and down, like they were a scale. With broom polish in one hand, the girl appeared to consider it again. "On the one hand," she said, "my team didn't make it to the final, so I don't want to stock up on another team’s merch." That seemed understandable to Dasha, who also didn't see the point in purchasing anything unnecessarily. "But," the girl went on, "it's social protocol to attend a match dressed in the colors of the team you've chosen to support. So it might be negligent to opt out of a long-standing norm for the sake of one jersey."
Dasha was surprised by the way in which the girl spoke. She used words that Dasha wasn't used to hearing spoken aloud in English. It was very literary, Dasha thought, but she nodded her head in response. Even though she wasn't going to the Quidditch match, she supposed that buying the right gear to attend the event was important. Sticking out in a crowd wasn't ideal; it was a vulnerability, but Dasha wasn't going to elaborate upon that.
The girl looked her over. "Haven't found what you’re looking for yet?" she asked.
"Not yet," Dasha answered casually, shaking her head. As long as she kept her answer vague, she wouldn't be compelled to buy anything while she was there. She could just "browse"—or pretend that she was, and she could always use the excuse that she was just going to return later to purchase something that had caught her eye.
She looked towards the broom polish in the other girl's hand. "Is that product good?" she questioned. The fact that she didn't even own a broomstick was irrelevant; this stranger didn't have to know that.
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Jul 13, 2020 7:41:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2020 7:41:16 GMT -7
It seemed about right that the one time Aura tried for some tact she received a noncommittal answer in return. Her last question to the new girl had been very obvious in its unspoken intent, but Aura figured it had been the right tone to adopt for small talk. But she found small talk very frustrating, as a general rule. It was usually a waste of time and it never touched on anything interesting. The girl’s answer of ‘not yet’ – vague, succinct – could be interpreted many ways. First and foremost being that she just wasn’t interested in conversation, especially since at least two-thirds of the words had thus far been Aura’s.
But her follow-up question at least partially dispelled that theory. Aura resisted the urge to narrow her eyes as she considered the girl thoughtfully. “Of course,” she answered easily. “I’ve tested just about every brand of broom polish they sell here. Everybody underestimates the importance of a well-maintained broom for a smooth ride, but I won’t.” That was all Aura had to say about that, so she pivoted to a new topic quickly. She wasn’t one for wasting words on small talk, so she opted to be more direct this time.
“I can help if you haven’t found what you need. What position do you play? I play Keeper during the year, but it’s interesting to try everything, isn’t it? At Hogwarts, I mean.” Aura didn't ask about the other girl's school - she'd forgotten the name of the Russian one, and if she said that particular fact out-loud Silver would never let her forget it. The other girl seemed reserved, and Aura wasn’t sure yet whether her short answers were a sign of shyness or annoyance. So it seemed safe to give her an out from the conversation, just in case. “Or you can just keep browsing. Up to you.”
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Jul 14, 2020 22:38:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2020 22:38:26 GMT -7
June 7, 2025 "Of course," said the other girl, her response as plain as day. "I’ve tested just about every brand of broom polish they sell here." Dasha wasn't sure how many brands of broom polish the shop carried. By the way the girl spoke about them, there must have been at least a few. "Everybody underestimates the importance of a well-maintained broom for a smooth ride, but I won’t."
For what she lacked in Quidditch knowledge, Dasha made up for in sense. Trying to fly on a broomstick—especially a racing broom—that wasn't maintained properly had the potential to spell disaster. Anything too out-of-date probably didn't fly very well, which was almost disappointing. It wasn't as though Dmitri had the kind of money to spare to buy her a proper racing broom.
"I can help if you haven’t found what you need," the girl continued. "What position do you play? I play Keeper during the year, but it’s interesting to try everything, isn’t it? At Hogwarts, I mean."
Dasha found herself at a crossroads and thought quickly. If she were to lie and claim that she knew something about Quidditch when she didn't, it would take about two seconds for the other girl to find her out. If she were to be truthful and say that she was only there because she needed directions, there was no telling what the girl would think of her.
"Or you can just keep browsing. Up to you."
She decided to find a balance between those extremes, however, and wasted no time in replying. "I don't play Quidditch," she explained to the girl, which was the truth. "I am looking for a present for my friend."
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Jul 15, 2020 6:59:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2020 6:59:15 GMT -7
Aura didn’t mind silences. After all, she spent the majority of her time with her twin, and Silver wasn’t exactly the chatty type. He had his different types of silence, of course – contemplative, brooding, grumpy, to name a few – but the twins could spend hours at a time silently studying their own respective subjects. Sometimes Aura enjoyed the quiet time, and sometimes she filled the silence with her own thoughts and observations. At any rate, she didn’t shy away from quiet people – it didn’t mean they weren’t interesting, and it suited Aura to be able to share her own opinions uninhibited.
So the girl’s silence wasn’t entirely off-putting, and neither was her answer that she didn’t play Quidditch. “That’s too bad,” Aura responded straightforwardly. “Quidditch is one of the best things in the world. It has physical benefits, social, even academic if you think about it the right way.” She didn’t ask for details about the friend or the gift she had in mind – the details were unimportant in this case, and Aura didn’t really expect an answer if she tried to ask. She had time to burn at this point, having found what she’d come for and not expecting her twin to be done with his errands for some time. So why not spend a little of it actually doing something besides browsing?
That was how Aura made up her mind to be a little friendlier towards strangers than she would normally, and show the girl the ropes of the place until she got tired of it. “Why don’t I show you around the store, then, and you can decide what your friend would like. This aisle has everything a Keeper might need, and Beaters are just around the corner. Both positions need a lot of protective gear, obviously. And over there,” Aura gestured vaguely in the other direction, “Seekers. That’ll be more crowded, it’s always the most competitive spot on the team.” She shrugged before turning back to the Russian girl. “You can call me Aura, by the way. Hogwarts, not Beauxbatons, despite the accent. People get confused sometimes.”
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Jul 20, 2020 19:06:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2020 19:06:03 GMT -7
June 7, 2025 "That's too bad," the girl responded to her when she said that she didn't play Quidditch. It wasn't that Dasha disliked Quidditch, either; she hadn't really had exposure to it, though she wasn't oblivious to the existence of the sport. She knew that it was popular, but she hadn't had the opportunity to so much as fly a broomstick for herself. Her father never would have allowed her or her siblings that sort of freedom. A broomstick? Where they could fly out of his grasp? Not in a million years. "Quidditch is one of the best things in the world. It has physical benefits, social, even academic if you think about it the right way."
It sounded like it might be fun, but Dasha didn't think that Dmitri would take too kindly to her showing up with a racing broom when she was out to buy school supplies. That would have been irresponsible of her, and she knew it. Going along with her story that she was only there to buy something for a friend was the easiest way to avoid any problems. She could either purchase something small and return it to the shop at another time, or she could feign interest in something and claim that she wanted to do some checking to make sure that her "friend" didn't already have whatever it was.
"Why don’t I show you around the store, then, and you can decide what your friend would like," the girl suggested. Dasha didn't think that she could have found someone more interested in Quidditch if she had tried, which was helpful for her fake predicament.
Nodding in agreement, Dasha followed along with what the other girl was telling her.
"This aisle has everything a Keeper might need, and Beaters are just around the corner. Both positions need a lot of protective gear, obviously. And over there"—the girl drew her attention to another section of the store—"Seekers. That’ll be more crowded, it’s always the most competitive spot on the team."
Mentally, Dasha took notes on what she had been told about the positions, though she had had the foresight not to box herself in as some sort of Quidditch expert.
Off the subject of Quidditch and the store's layout, the girl introduced herself. "You can call me Aura, by the way," she said. "Hogwarts, not Beauxbatons, despite the accent. People get confused sometimes."
"My name is Dasha," she answered. There was no reason not to give her name, was there?
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Jul 23, 2020 9:53:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2020 9:53:12 GMT -7
“Nice to meet you, Dasha,” Aura responded vaguely, already distractedly analyzing the store layout and where to start. The chances of seeing this girl again were extremely low – her accent suggested she attended the Russian school, and there was hardly any mixing of the Wizarding schools in Europe. So Aura wasn’t very focused on remembering her name. Her eyes finally caught on some displays in the front – not the merchandise for the upcoming Quidditch final, which was still incredibly crowded. But rather, an area herself that Aura didn’t visit often but that dedicated Quidditch fans probably raided every time there was new stock.
“Collectibles!” Aura exclaimed, her eyes catching on the rows of little figurines of players, trading cards, posters, and everything a diehard Quidditch fan would love. “That’s a perfect place for beginners,” she observed idly as she began to wind her way up to the front. She didn’t look behind to see if Dasha was following or not – she wasn’t her babysitter, after all, and nobody needed to be micromanaged here. Aura herself wasn’t much interested in this area. She preferred to play Quidditch rather than talk about it, after all, and there was a difference between discussing important stats and collecting all the gear. Not to mention some of these posters looked incredibly tacky for someone with as refined a taste as her.
Still, even if Aura herself didn’t dabble much in collectibles… “This would make a nice gift for a friend,” Aura informed Dasha matter-of-factly. “You could get something based on their favorite team, or their preferred position on a team, or even something altogether neutral. Like this figurine of the Firebolt, isn’t it adorable?” Aura poked a box that contained a small model Firebolt that was hitting the side of the box in a valiant attempt to escape and fly. Aura examined it for a moment before straightening and turning to face the Russian girl. “So, preliminary thoughts?”
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Aug 3, 2020 6:49:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2020 6:49:04 GMT -7
June 7, 2025 Aura said that it was nice to meet her, but she seemed to have gotten distracted already. Dasha watched her as she looked around the store, eyes scanning the shelves and other displays for something, though it was difficult to tell what she was looking for. After a moment, she let out a single word: "Collectibles!"
The store had lots of items that couldn't be described any other way. They were the sorts of things that someone would buy if they had a favorite player or favorite team—figures of some of the well-known Quidditch players (not that she recognized any of them), posters, some sort of cards like the kind that came in the chocolate frogs… "That’s a perfect place for beginners," Aura stated, already heading in that direction.
Dasha followed behind her, pausing to let a few other shoppers past before she joined her. "This would make a nice gift for a friend," Aura said to her. There were lots of things to buy, not that she really had the money to waste. "You could get something based on their favorite team, or their preferred position on a team, or even something altogether neutral. Like this figurine of the Firebolt, isn’t it adorable?" Aura's attention—and then Dasha's—was drawn to a little model broomstick that looked like some of the racing brooms. (It also looked ready to escape its box.)
"So, preliminary thoughts?"
Carefully, Dasha considered all of the stuff, though some of it just looked like clutter. She would never bother to purchase a Quidditch poster for herself, she thought, and she doubted that it could be returned as easily. Something like the little Firebolt, though? That was generic, sort of cute (as Quidditch items went), and could likely be returned without any problems. If she ended up stuck with it because the store wouldn't take it back, it also wouldn't be too much of a loss.
"I like this," Dasha answered, gesturing to the little Firebolt figurine that Aura had pointed out. "I do not know what team is favorite," she elaborated disappointedly, which really meant that her chances of getting stuck with anything with a specific player's face or a team logo on it would be lower. She could have gone for whichever logo looked the nicest to her, but what if it were an unpopular team?
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Sept 4, 2020 5:45:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2020 5:45:41 GMT -7
After asking about the other girl’s preliminary thoughts on the merchandise, Aura turned from the miniature Firebolt to study Dasha’s reaction. It was disappointing, but she didn’t read much enthusiasm or interest in anything around the Quidditch shop. Naturally, people manifested these emotions’ differently, but even for shy or reserved people there were ways of marking their interest. Aura didn’t catch any of that here.
Maybe she just needed to brush up on how to interact with people. Maybe she was reading the situation wrong. Either way, Aura considered Dasha before abandoning her previous line of thought and turning over in her mind the last thing Dasha had said. In that last sentence, the Russian girl had sounded disappointed, and it was more telling than any of the chatter Aura had fired off in the last few minutes. The Firebolt was cute, no doubt, but it might be the wrong approach to take here. Aura could always fall back on the Ravenclaw guarantee, at least – the pursuit of knowledge. “Hmm, wait here,” Aura said thoughtfully as she pushed through a knot of people to a different part of the store. Her new target would normally belong in Flourish and Blott’s, although the Quidditch shop was probably the second-best place to find a copy.
After a minute of searching, Aura found it and pushed her way back to Dasha. She presented the book. “Quidditch Through the Ages. Everything you need to know about the history of Quidditch, its rules, and all the British teams,” she informed her, angling the book so Dasha could check out the cover. She brushed an invisible speck of dust off the binding before continuing. “Obviously we don’t know each other, but I think you should learn more about Quidditch. You might end up liking it.” Aura left it there and didn’t elaborate further. She passed the book off to Dasha so she could flip through, and so she could get a better grip on her broom polish.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2020 8:55:52 GMT -7
June 7, 2025 After a moment of looking at the miniature Firebolt broomstick, wondering what in the world she would do with such a thing, Dasha's train of thought was interrupted by the other girl's telling her to wait where she was. Dasha nodded in her direction, signaling that she would do as she had been told, and she waited to see what it was that had come up. Aura then moved out of the general area and back through some other shoppers, and Dasha was no longer able to see her from where she stood.
In the meantime, Dasha knew better than to keep completely still. Rather, she carried on as though she were still browsing the selection, though she remained relatively stationary. She didn't want Aura to lose track of her, wherever it was that she had gone. It was sort of funny, too, in a way. Back in Russia, at least, Dasha wouldn't have had a second thought about just pocketing an item or two of what was in front of her on the store's shelves. A part of her secretly wondered if she would have been able to get away with it there, though there didn't seem to be very much security. Dmitri would have been disappointed in her if she were to try it, she knew, which was a big part of why she didn't. That, and she didn't know when Aura would be back. She couldn't risk her walking back and seeing her slip something off a shelf.
Sure enough, Aura returned, and Dasha saw that she was carrying a book with her. "Quidditch Through the Ages," Aura explained, which Dasha could also see from its cover a moment later. "Everything you need to know about the history of Quidditch, its rules, and all the British teams." Something like that would be helpful, Dasha agreed. It would be like research into British culture, too. "Obviously," added Aura, "we don’t know each other, but I think you should learn more about Quidditch. You might end up liking it."
Dasha nodded her head and took the book from her. "Thank you," she replied, looking at Quidditch Through the Ages more closely and then resting the copy between her arm and chest. There was still the problem of what she would get for her imaginary friend, though, made all the more dire by the cost of the book she had just been given. Whatever she was going to purchase for her "friend" would need to be relatively inexpensive, but what sort of a "gift" was a knickknack or two?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2020 8:44:12 GMT -7
Aura was extremely pleased with herself that she had thought of the book. It was a brilliant thing to have if you were an absolute beginner at Quidditch, and Aura herself had an ancient (but well-maintained) copy at home. After being relocated to a new country and having to be the weird new kids that had joined a year after everybody else, Quidditch had been an ideal way for Aura to integrate into the community without starting too far behind everybody else. Silver had always been less interested in goals like that, so he’d kept himself busy in other ways. But once upon a time Aura had gotten her hands on every Quidditch-related book she could find, so really she should have thought of it earlier.
She accepted Dasha’s thanks with a nod before scanning the area around them. Aura still hadn’t gotten her hands on some merchandise for Silver (her soon-to-be unwilling target) so she began to wander over to the tight knot of people hovering around the Wimbourne/Yorkshire set-up. “Let’s take a look,” she suggested to Dasha, although she’d already begun moving so the suggestion was more of ‘you can come with me or stay there.’ Aura quickly dismissed the Yorkshire items and focused on the yellow-and-black things instead. She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for yet, but she’d know it when she saw it. And maybe Dasha could find something for her friend here too.
“I’m looking for something for my brother,” Aura explained briefly as she rounded one of the tables. She rolled her eyes slightly. “He’s not interested in Quidditch at all. One of those people like, the only exercise I get is the walk from the common room to the library.” For the last part, Aura deepened her voice to imitate her brother’s, although with perhaps a small exaggerated flair. “But he should still bring something to the final, right? Isn’t that what siblings do, take interest in each other’s things?” Not that Aura was a big buff of things like ancient runes or Vikings, but she did still let Silver drag her around those exhibits at the museum in Caerleon. So it was definitely his turn.
So she scanned the display for something she could realistically get Silver to wear or carry without going overboard (although she would have loved getting him in some face paint). Aura hummed contemplatively as she dismissed the scarves and gloves, although she hesitated in front of the jerseys. “A jersey, maybe?” It was a double question – would Silver wear a jersey, and would it also work as a gift for Dasha’s friend? She hadn’t forgotten their original purpose in being here, although Aura hoped it wouldn’t take too long. Officially speaking, she’d gotten what she came for, the broom polish, and her family wouldn’t wait too much longer for her.
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Oct 11, 2020 9:01:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2020 9:01:18 GMT -7
June 7, 2025 The book that Aura had handed her might have been the most useful thing in the entire store, in Dasha's opinion. Of course she would read it—probably in its entirely later that day, if she could. Too, there was the bonus that Dmitri certainly wouldn't object to her purchasing a book for herself. It wasn't technically on her reading list for Hogwarts, but she still didn't think that he would mind very much.
That didn't change that she still had to buy something for her made-up friend, a non-existent person about whom Dasha had no knowledge beyond the fact of their existence. Presumably, they were of her same age and similar enough to herself that she could pick out a present for them, but they were also different enough from her that she didn't know every last thing about them.
When Aura looked around again, Dasha tried to get inside her head—figuratively speaking—to determine what it was that she was going to run off to next. She headed in the direction of all of the gear for the upcoming Quidditch match, and she suggested that they take a look at it.
Since Aura had already begun to move that way, Dasha followed. She was drawn to the yellow and black colors of the Wasps attire, it seemed, and she mentioned that she was looking for something for her brother. Dasha nodded. If there was something reasonable, then maybe her gift for her "friend" could actually turn into one for Dmitri. That seemed more likely when Aura explained, while expressing her displeasure, that her brother wasn't really very interested in Quidditch… or exercise, apparently.
That wasn't quite Dmitri, thought Dasha, who smiled a little at Aura's imitation of what must have been her brother's voice.
"But he should still bring something to the final, right?" Aura added. "Isn't that what siblings do, take interest in each other's things?"
Dasha nodded her head again. She hadn't seen her sister in some time, but she tried to keep up with Dmitri's interests… not that they were too different from her own.
As Aura looked around, so too did Dasha. The selection of Wimbourne Wasps merchandise alone was almost dizzying. There were even scarves and gloves warm enough for winter. Though they might not have been of much use for the summertime, Dasha knew that they would be welcome once the weather cooled down again.
"A jersey, maybe?" Aura asked, and Dasha drew her attention away from a pair of gloves to look at Aura and the jerseys.
Having had very little for the majority of her life, Dasha didn't understand the mindset of buying something and only wearing it once before it wasn't "good" anymore. Supposedly, there were actually people who thought like that, and she couldn't imagine how much money they must have had lying around. "Yes, no…?" Dasha wasn't really feeling it, and not for as much as she imagined it cost. She wasn't sure if she could picture Dmitri wearing a jersey that would make him stand out like a giant wasp, but perhaps Aura's brother was different?
@aurum
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