Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 20, 2016 15:19:07 GMT -6
Dan had never been to Hogsmeade around Christmas time. He’d been during the term time for a spot of shopping now and again however during the season of merriment he usually didn’t bother. Not too keen on crowds, Dan had avoided it like the plague not wanting to deal with the vast number of shoppers he knew graced the cobbled streets.
This year was different though. He’d made a vow to himself to get out there and actually step out of his comfort zone, even If it was something as simple as Christmas shopping. Now, he stood at the top of the main street looking down on the shops wondering if he’d made the right decision.
Taking a deep breath, he held onto his bag and made his way down into the hustle and bustle. The glanced at the shops as he made his way past them. He wasn’t actually sure what he’d come here for, it was mainly for the experience. Turning a corner, he lost his footing the next thing he knew he was on the floor. “Fuck sake!” he said through gritted teeth as he pushed himself up. Had anyone seen? This was just what he needed for his confidence. Fixing himself up, he realised his bag had gone flying towards the crowded street and was currently moments away from being trampled on. Making his way towards it, he felt his ankle sting and he growled in anger at the pain. However he wasn’t the first to reach his bag. “Hey, that’s mine!” he called over, hoping he wasn’t going to get mugged.
She had spent the morning running stock and shelving inventory at Phantasie. It was relaxing, and allowed her to brainstorm photography shoots for the coming year. Anything, too, to keep her mind off all the games in the store she wanted to buy but couldn't afford. She could afford gifts for family, it wasn't even a matter of it being Christmas - Kira liked giving the way she liked running up a mountain, or getting the right angle and seein g the image in her head come to life in a moving still. But not for herself. She coudln't justify it. She found other ways to seize joy, pocket it away beneath wrapped layers. Or dive in with wild abandon. Therein was the purest joy, and where for lack of owning the games, she could make up for it in the recommendations she doled out. It was a kernel of satisfaction knowing you hooked someone on games. There was no end.
Leaving, her mind was preoccupied. It wasn't until something before her feet that she was brought up short. IT was a satchel of sorts, and she cast about to find its owner before she spotted a bloke half-laying on his side, only a few years younger than her, btu it seemed every year older, people even just a year younger looked younger than you remembered. Kira snatched it up just before she was almost toppled in turn by a couple of wizards intent on some discussion. She caught snatches of "firebreath and "dragon's eggs". She half turned to them, before remembering the satchel clutched in a mittened hand.
She loped over to him. "Lose something other than your footing?"
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 21, 2016 2:54:10 GMT -6
He got no answer. Continuing to hobble over to the person he noticed a flash of pink hair. If she was going to run at least she would stand out like a sore thumb. The closer he got he saw her start to head towards him, he hoped she hadn’t seen him topple over. “ Maybe my pride,” he replied, straightening up his jacket and giving a smile. “Thanks.” Dan reached out towards his bag. The woman who had hold of it didn’t look like she was at school, he would have noticed the hair. She wasn’t too much older than him and was quite attractive. “I’m surprised anyone actually saw it. It’s quite busy here. Is it usually like this?”
He was a witty fellow, she anticipated, responding in kind to her quip. "Ach, don't fash yourself though. It's recoverable." She rejoined, her light brogue tripping over fash and surfacing on the following. Hogsmeade, by virtue of its proximity to Hogwarts, was now after centuries interdependent with the goings on of the castle. Therefore its denizens spoke along a spectrum of accents, from many backgrounds, a few highlanders among them, to lowland Welsh.
Kira passed his satchel to him and nodded in welcome. "During the holidays? I couldn't really say. I've only been working here for a year abouts, so this is my first time being in town during the rush, I suppose." She glanced around, noting that it indeed was more bustling than she might have expected for a town so interdependent on Hogwarts. With all the students gone, where did such a bustle of people come from? Only, Hogsmeade was far larger than most people realized, extending further into the hills surrounding the castle and dipping down over the crests of some. "They must come from surrounding towns, though I couldn't name them." She eyed him curiously. "What brings you here then?"
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 24, 2016 1:08:56 GMT -6
Taking the bag, Dan sighed in relief. He didn't really fancy chasing someone around Hogsmeade today. The woman's voice was quite soothing and made him feel slightly about falling in public.
The woman mentioned only working there for a little while and he nodded. As he had previously thought, she wasn't a student at Hogwarts, well not anymore anyway. Dan nodded at her comment about people coming from surrounding towns. Often he forgot that there was wizarding civilizations. Coming from a muggle family, he almost expected the places surrounding Hogwarts to be ghost towns when the students weren't in town. "Me? I've just missed some presents out from the Christmas list so I'm doing some last minute buying. I really wasn't expecting these crowds though," his eyes moved to the main street behind the woman. "How about you? You said you worked here?" @kira
He took the bag from her and she took the moment to examine him briefly. Long hair framed a face becoming more solid, and dark brows arched over inquisitive eyes. He was young though, by a few years she estimated. He might have been a Hogwarts student, but she expected the castle to have been emptied, mostly, of students, as Kirstine had already arrived home.
"Are you staying at the castle over Christmas, then?" SHe had, only on occasion. Only one year, when she had broken both of her legs, until her parents had set up the house for her to stay on the ground floor. "Are you fnisihed, then, or more to get?" She asked in response to his explanation. She had been utterly indecisive this year, and hadn't yet bought - or finished - a single item for her family. Which meant she would have to spend the entirety of the next day holed up in her room working on the DIY presents she'd been fashioning in her mind. She liked giving, and it wasn't even about Christmas for her, or tradition. It was the joyful atmosphere, the first in a time that she felt in her element. The rest of the year she was basically a sprite, a nymph, a naiad of the forest. Her own, renewable energy source that she had to rein in. Holidays were an outlet. This she turned upon him, the gemlike interactions that buffeted you with surprise.
Kira gestured over her shoulder. "Back at Phantasie, the books and game store. Have you ever been?"
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Dec 26, 2016 3:38:56 GMT -6
Dan nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, I didn’t really want to but my family is going away for Christmas and went slightly earlier than the end of the term. I could have went but I didn’t really fancy sitting on a panel by myself.” Shrugging he opened up his bag checking that everything was there and nothing was broken. “Well I was just about finishing up,” he answered, thinking that heading back into that feral crowd was the last thing he wanted to do.
The woman mentioned working in a shop. Dan couldn’t have thought of anything worse during this time of year. However his interest was sparked by a mention of the shops wares. “Books and games?” He repeated with a more excited tone in his voice. Books were something Dan had used to escape years of bullying, almost taking him away from his real life. “What sort?” When he actually spent time back at home him and his muggle friends spent lots of times playing games, he wondered if the wizarding world would have some new ones they could try.
" I miss the feasts, and having the run of the castle. I didn't stay for too many, but the few were good. You have any mates staying behind too, at least?" She canted her head and sied him up, wondering what year he was in. "What year are you in? My sister's in seventh. Maybe you know her?" Kirstine was a true lioness, gold as the thread on the banner that hung over the long table in the Great Hall. They balanced each other out. She had long been quieter than Kira, but there were rivers of defiance and courage in the youngest Carrigan that even Kira could only wonder at.
She shuddered in commiseration at the mention of a plane. She'd never been on one, and hoped no to. The thought of being cooped in a seat for hours on end, surrounded by stuffy strangers and crying babies - or so she had heard from her father - seemed wildly unpleasant. "Fancy a walk then?" The crowds, if modest, were aggressive, as if Christmas spirit came with claws and teeth. It would be a monster from the shadows under the boughs of the tree: hungry shoppers. But the town was idyllic in spite of the flowing patrons and tourists. Scenic in spots where the mountains parted to show valley beyond the castle, craggy peaks covered in snow and snow-covered Frasier pines huddled like slumbering spirits. And there was always a chance of seeing fae and pixies at this time, As long as they were from a distance, the glimmering creatures were entrancing to observe.
Kira lit up when DAN OSCAR WOLFE returned her remark with enthusias. "We have all sorts of games: the traditional sort, strategy games, some magical games too. I help find and purchase thoes ones. And then books, everything from comics to biographies. We've both muggle and wizarding authors." It was the best place in all of England, that she had found. Of course there was so much to explore. She dreamed of exploring, expanding her photography portfolio, maybe even becoming a travel photographer and explorer. But Edinburgh and the moors and Hogwarts and Phantasie would always be home. Boarding school was not for everyone. Maybe for only half of the souls who passed through its halls. But her time at Hogwarts, by the blessings of a few key mentors, had fortified her spirit. Family, too. And the precious few friends who helped her realize that family was blood but family was also those you chose.
Post by DAN OSCAR WOLFE on Jan 21, 2017 3:37:10 GMT -6
Dan nodded. "Yeah there's a couple luckily," he'd been quite nervous for the break to come around and especially with the fact that he might be spending it alone. "I'm in fifth year. I'd probably know her if I saw her. I'm terrible with names. What house is she in?" he asked.
This woman seemed friendly and her offer of a walk was hard to refuse. Any 16 year old boy would want to be seen with a cool older woman. "Yeah OK," he agreed. He dreaded the crowds but he hoped having the two of them take a walk would make the crowds disperse a little. Realising that he didn't know the name of the woman who had found his bag he thought he'd better make his introduction. "I'm Dan by the way," he said with a nod of his head.
Dan couldn't believe he'd actually met someone who worked in a shop full of everything he enjoyed. "Sounds cool," he remarked surprised he had never been in this shop before. "Maybe I could have a tour one day? I'm sure i'll be buying lots of things. I've not read many books from wizarding authors, except from the ones we use in school." Dan wondered what wizarding comics, if any, were like. Wizards already had magical powers, some spells could replicate his favourite superheroes powers. What would they write about?
It didn't occur to her how young he was, though as he bounded alongside her she reflected on the slightness of his frame, the bright eyes. When did invisible curtains swing between the ages? When there was such an a ocean between the mind of a teenager and the mind of a - what was she now? Not an adult, quite, at least in the eyes of Raina and Reagan and her parents. And not quite in the eyes of the shopkeepers. Even her own boss was a mere seven years her senior.
"She's a Lion. Seventh year. Kirstine Carrigan, and I'm Kira.
She nodded in earnest, appreciating Dan's enthusiasm. Retail, even in a realm of geek culture, was unpredictable and dreary at turns. It was the seldom interactions and reactions like Dan's that made the experience worth it. "Come around anytime. What do ye like to read then?"