Back to School Diagon Alley Festival! – Log 1

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WHO: Anyone visiting Diagon Alley!
TONE: Festive and busy!
RATING: PG-13 for possible language
WHEN: August 20 through 22
WHERE: Any and all of Diagon Alley
WHAT: There is a huge festival the whole week to let students get school supplies. People from all over are flocking to Diagon Alley for the best deals. That means you might meet new people or see old friends!
STATUS: Ongoing!
NOTE: Remember that this event is semi-open! Any HP AU character can have fun here, whether you're in the game or not, so have fun!

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anywhere

[clockspinner]

[Dave sometimes wanders away from his family. Mostly because he's buttmad at Bro, and Dirk is gathering his own little herd of babies.]

[bluhbluhhugestairs]

[Where else would Tavros be except near the Magical Menagerie? Nowhere, obviously. But he doesn't even really want to be there. Like, at all. Because he still feels bad about Vriska. But he's trying not to be too miserable, and when he sees Dave he at least perks up a little as he approaches him.]

Heeey! Long time, uh, no see!

[clockspinner]

Huh?

Oh, sup.

[Dave pushes his hands into his pockets and does his best to take up an air of cool indifference.]

[bluhbluhhugestairs]

[Tavros wouldn't have it any other way.]

Not much, really...

[He makes his way closer and stops a few inches away.]

How've you been? I haven't seen you, in what feels like a very long time. We didn't really get to talk much, at...uh. At...camp...

[Well he didn't mean to remind himself of that, oops.]

[clockspinner]

You know, pretty busy.

[Uh. Yeah. Camp. Let's not speak of camp.]

You got your books and everything?

[bluhbluhhugestairs]

Uh... My dad said he'd, take care of that... They told me I should just go out and talk to people, instead of hi- Uh... Instead of, y'know... Not.

What've you been busy doing?

[clockspinner]

Babysitting. Things one and two and that stupid cat are the bane of my existence. I feel like a baby animal just now opening his eyes, staggering out into the sun only to realize that he's in the middle of the street during rush hour and there's a big ol' double-decker careening toward him.

[fuckmackandme]

[And guess who he runs into near Flourish & Blots? None other than Egbert himself!]

Hey! Hey Dave!

[clockspinner]

[SCREECHES AND DIES

All of the colour flees from Dave's face when he sees John. After what Bro said on the journals? He's surprised John wants anything to do with him. He can't turn and bolt now, he's already been spotted.

But that's exactly what he does, heart pounding (feeling like blood is slipping through the cracks, because what is he doing, what is he doing John is his best friend and he promised he'd never ditch him and Dave is being a total toolbox right now) as he ducks right into the bookshop and tries to get lost in the pushing throng of parents and students.]

[fuckmackandme]

...What?

[The fuck was that? Did Dave just... Oh. Oh, no! He will not stand for that! John takes chase, bolting inside the book store after Dave, pushing past parents and children alike, yelling Dave's name at the top of his lungs.]

Dave! Hey Dave! Dave Strider! Where are you?

[clockspinner]

[Despite Dave's superior speed, the cover provided by the throng of people in the bookshop also blocked his exits and dampened his ability to tell how close John was getting.

So he ends up with his back to the Gilderoy Lockhart section, with that smug asshole grinning at him from the display, thankful for his shades because he's looking everywhere but John at the moment.]

U-uh...Sup?

[fuckmackandme]

[Oh, good, finally he's stopped. Ugh, why did it have to be where that douchebag is smiling at them like that? Smug bastard.

... Did Dave do something to his... Everything? He could swear he looks different. Wait, that's what this is about.]

There you are! Why did you run like that?

[clockspinner]

[Goddamnit.]

I, uh. Thought I heard Bro calling me?

[fuckmackandme]

[Dat pokerface. There's something wrong about that Pokerface. better stare for a moment or two. Because he wants to figure out what's wrong. Obviously.]

Why can I almost read your pokerface?

[clockspinner]

[That, ironically, jolts him back to near impassivity.]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[fuckmackandme]

Hey, hey, hey! Don't try to go all Lady Gaga now! I saw it, there was a crack on your face. There's something fishy here, and I don't mean the douchebag in the books!

[clockspinner]

[nope nope nope nOPE NOPE NBOPE NPOE NOPE HE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS ANYMORE]

Would you hit me if I told you I was born this way.

[fuckmackandme]

Dave!

[clockspinner]

John!

[fuckmackandme]

Stop playing coy and answer my question! With the truth!

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee hasn't seen Dave since camp, when he was busy trying to murder the blond with his bare hands. He still hasn't gotten the memo that that was Dark magic, by the way.] Well, if ain't the prince of all chute runners his ownself.

[clockspinner]

[...Yeah that put a pretty big damper on their already strained relationship.]

And if it ain't the killer queen. Surprised they're letting you back in, Makara. Did you have to give Dumblesnore a bj to not get the boot?

[mo_cara]

[ ... eww. Gamzee may have broad tastes, but that's just nasty.] Nah, I was all up and hearing that position was taken by one of you Strider motherfuckers.

[clockspinner]

Please. Dumbletroll wishes he was hot like me. Besides, I'm not the one who attempted murder.

[mo_cara]

Guess you can't be pinging too hard on that old motherfucker's radar, because ain't no one said a thing to me about you. But then they seem to be all into that second chances vibe, so maybe I'll only be getting more of that detention if I fail to kill you one more time. [grins lazily, though it had bothered him, the fury with which he'd attacked Dave at camp. Yeah, he hated the other boy, but not even Gamzee got murderous about that kind of thing.]