Kobe!
Jonas and his mates had shown up at Florean's around 10:30 for a dab of ice cream before they'd headed out to the patio to fill up their corner with instruments and cases. Everything was acoustic today so that called for some larger implements -- namely a stand-up bass, some conga drums, and a variety of guitars. The drum kit was unwieldy on its own. They were a bit cramped, but it would do. Jonas was over the moon about the whole thing. It was hard to get gigs when almost no one has heard of your band. So, playing outside of a ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley? Totally doable and welcome.
They weren't only ones there, though. A pretty blond bird had shown up not long after the band and had lurked -- passing by the parlor once or twice before going to get ice cream, sitting a couple tables away but always glancing over. Jonas had happily gone over to introduce himself and discovered that she was a Zeus fan. So, of course he'd giddily hugged her and insisted she sit at the table nearest to their setup.
Jonas was helping the bassist perform the Sonorous charms as they tuned the instruments when the world went sideways. He was smack on the ground before he knew what hit him. The ground was rumbling and shaking like mad; people were screaming, buildings were pitching. Jonas hurriedly looked around for his band and the girl -- Kobe -- when he noticed a shadow growing over him.
"Look out!" was all Jonas could futilely shout as the Florean Fortescue's sign came crashing down on top of them all.
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