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Who: Hawthorne and open
When: Friday afternoon, September 2nd
Where: St. George's Way
What: Thorn is going stir crazy and pops over to the Way to window shop.
Rating: SFW-ish, definitely language.
Hawthorne almost died twice over the course of the summer. Once at the hands of his exasperated mother. Once simply because of boredom. When his mother politely suggested that he get the hell out of her house for the afternoon, he didn't dare refuse.
One of the few kinds of magic he could do without a wand was apparation. It was only slightly satisfying to be able to pop around. He couldn't do much else and he was driving everyone around him crazy.
He thought to visit Luka on this fine afternoon, but then he remembered his cousin saying something about some stupid family function he couldn't miss. It was probably a family dinner with Aunt Chloe's parents and it was sacrilege to interfere with those things. Grandmother Villeneuve had once tossed him over her knee and spanked him until he couldn't sit down again; she was one of the few people on earth that terrified Hawthorne into behaving.
His second thought was to drop in on November, but he hadn't seen much of her this summer. Sending sharks in her general direction had him hanging his tail between his legs. Losing his wand had him absolutely despondent. He simply couldn't face her and the disappointment he knew she must feel about him.
In the end he settled on visiting the Way. Chances were he'd run into someone he knew. At the very least it was a pleasant afternoon and he was out of his mother's hair.
He wandered past ScrÃbhneoir and Pennyworth's with little interest. He wasn't really looking for school supplies. He kind of wanted to wander around Stark's if only to be near wands, but he figured even touching one would set off some secret alarm at the misuse of magic department and he'd be flagged down and sent to wizarding jail without bail.
He ended up in Apple's Sweets, eyeing a rather large bag of bickering butterscotch candies. The results of slipping a few of those to Arnaud and Luka would be endlessly amusing as they turned into an old married couple fighting over every little thing. He passed them over though, sighing gruffly. He couldn't afford to play around with such things seeing as how he hadn't earned his wand back yet.
He shuffled on and found another aisle of sweets that were slightly less menacing, but he kept his hands in his pockets and his eyes focused on the jars. He could have walked straight into a wall without noticing it until he was flat on his back and huff puffing about his own idiocy.
When: Friday afternoon, September 2nd
Where: St. George's Way
What: Thorn is going stir crazy and pops over to the Way to window shop.
Rating: SFW-ish, definitely language.
Hawthorne almost died twice over the course of the summer. Once at the hands of his exasperated mother. Once simply because of boredom. When his mother politely suggested that he get the hell out of her house for the afternoon, he didn't dare refuse.
One of the few kinds of magic he could do without a wand was apparation. It was only slightly satisfying to be able to pop around. He couldn't do much else and he was driving everyone around him crazy.
He thought to visit Luka on this fine afternoon, but then he remembered his cousin saying something about some stupid family function he couldn't miss. It was probably a family dinner with Aunt Chloe's parents and it was sacrilege to interfere with those things. Grandmother Villeneuve had once tossed him over her knee and spanked him until he couldn't sit down again; she was one of the few people on earth that terrified Hawthorne into behaving.
His second thought was to drop in on November, but he hadn't seen much of her this summer. Sending sharks in her general direction had him hanging his tail between his legs. Losing his wand had him absolutely despondent. He simply couldn't face her and the disappointment he knew she must feel about him.
In the end he settled on visiting the Way. Chances were he'd run into someone he knew. At the very least it was a pleasant afternoon and he was out of his mother's hair.
He wandered past ScrÃbhneoir and Pennyworth's with little interest. He wasn't really looking for school supplies. He kind of wanted to wander around Stark's if only to be near wands, but he figured even touching one would set off some secret alarm at the misuse of magic department and he'd be flagged down and sent to wizarding jail without bail.
He ended up in Apple's Sweets, eyeing a rather large bag of bickering butterscotch candies. The results of slipping a few of those to Arnaud and Luka would be endlessly amusing as they turned into an old married couple fighting over every little thing. He passed them over though, sighing gruffly. He couldn't afford to play around with such things seeing as how he hadn't earned his wand back yet.
He shuffled on and found another aisle of sweets that were slightly less menacing, but he kept his hands in his pockets and his eyes focused on the jars. He could have walked straight into a wall without noticing it until he was flat on his back and huff puffing about his own idiocy.
"As if girlie man!" she said cocking her fist. A little voice in the back of her head told her not to push it though so she resolved to place her hands on her hips stubbornly and stare him down.
"Maybe if your own head wasn't in your ass," she mumbled. She knew she hadn't been paying attention either and being jarred out of her own thoughts tended to put her on the defense.
He thought maybe he could try another tact and put them both at ease. He didn't recognize her and given that Dresden was such a small school he figured he should. "Are you new? At Dres, I mean."
"Yeah what of it," she snapped. She put her hand on her own face and reminded herself to chill out without saying it aloud. "I mean... yeah, I just transferred in," she said in a softer voice. "You go there?"
This girl was really on the defensive, but Thorn was used to that sort of thing. People always had their guard up with him and maybe for good reason. "Yep," he replied. "Just started university."
"Oh, I'm a junior, just got sorted into Putnam," she knew it was an unlikely match but who knew? Maybe it was brilliance in the making! She shoved her hands in her pockets. "I kinda don't know my way around yet but I heard I could get some nasty honey pots down here," she smiled ever so slightly, much like a dog with it's tail between it's legs.
He beamed at her. "Fuck yeah, the honey pots are fucking ballin'." Apple's Sweets was second only to Honeyduke's in Thorn's opinion, though he'd only ever had sweets that his cousin Elena brought home with her after a trip to Diagon Alley. "You should try the salted caramel squares." Not to mention the sticky icky he bought from the guy out back.
"Good," she said with a nod. "The school I just got kicked out of had a culinary program and they always gave us the fuckin' mutant candy," she grinned. "Can't argue with free though right?"
"Salted caramel squares huh?" she asked. "Never thought to put sweet and salty together. Might have to give it a go."
"Kicked out, huh? Fucking righteous." He nodded his approval. Thorn figured birds of a feather flocked, or something like that. "It's kind of a wonder I'm still here. Lost my wand over the summer because I'm a fucking bonehead."
"Oh shit yeah. They've got a whole stock of them on the other side." He moved in that direction since there wasn't anything else in this aisle he was interested in.
Her smile turned warmer though as he continued to speak. "Yeah, I'm kind of a boner too," she nodded, tapping the brim of her hat to push it down so it would cover her eyes. "How did you loose your wand?" she asked as she followed him to the other side. That was not something she had experienced yet in all of her years in trouble and she just had to wonder how anyone could do that.
She examined a bag of salted caramels, side eying the stranger the whole time. She was sizing him up, he could be a potential friend or cohort in the future especially if he went to the same school.
Then he shrugged. "I get it back on Tuesday, so I guess it's all good. Maybe because I'm still in school they didn't make so much of a fuss, but they took it away because it's not the first time I've casted magic where muggles might be able to see it. Fuck man, the misuse of magic office takes that shit fucking seriously."
"Yeah they do, gotta be more careful," she suggested as she perused the candy selection. "At least you don't get in trouble for under age wizarding anymore," she sighed heavily. "That shit is bull," she said pointing at him with a bag of salted caramels.
He shrugged and tossed a small, pink candy at her. "Blasting Cap Bubblegum. It'll literally knock you on your ass."
"Neat," she said catching the candy with a smile. "Maybe I'll slip a few into my ma's purse next time I see her," she laughed and grabbed for a few more.
"So you like Dresden?" she asked, inspecting the candy in front of them. She hadn't really had a chance to get around but the grounds seemed nice enough and from her perspective, limited as it may be, it didn't seem as stuffy as Blue Ridge.
"Yeah dude, but don't be anywhere near her when she eats it." He'd slipped one once to his cousin Elena. The bloodcurdling shrieks were enough to put him off trolling her for the rest of his life.
"Yeah. Fucking love it here." He really did. He hadn't thought about it much and only agreed to stay at University because his mother wouldn't have it any other way. But Thorn had found a home in the past 7 years, the place where he belonged. "Might just have to do a focus with every professor so I don't have to leave."