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!

Comments

[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!

[clockspinner]

What question?

[fuckmackandme]

Why did you run off like that?

[clockspinner]

I told you, I thought I heard Bro calling me.

[fuckmackandme]

Then where is he? You're not the kind to hear things, Dave.

[clockspinner]

I dunno, maybe it was someone else calling for some kid named Dave. Not like it's a crazy uncommon name or anything.

[fuckmackandme]

[And here comes the staring. Through half-open eyes. He stays like that for a moment before speaking. When did Dave become so nice to stare at?]

Alright. You win this round. But I'm on to you.

[Complete with the hand gesture.]

[clockspinner]

[Aaaaand here comes the guilt.]

...d'you wanna go get some ice cream or something? Gilderoy Blockhead's ugly mug is really cramping my style here.

[fuckmackandme]

Sure. I feel like I'm being judged by all these douchebags, anyway.

[clockspinner]

Couple of teenage boys having a lovers spat in the middle of the bookstore.

[Maybe if he says it as obviously as he can, he'll get a reaction that he can use to gauge whether John is mad at him or even remembers what Bro said on the journals.]

[fuckmackandme]

Not my fault you're the troublemaker in this relationship.

[clockspinner]

...Uh.

[fuckmackandme]

Ah well, you're too good a bro to dump. Come on, let's get those ice creams.

[clockspinner]

[Dave shakes it off and pointedly ignores the heat rising to his face as he falls into step with John.]

C'mon, let's go.

[When they re-enter the throng of shoppers, he might reach back and slip his hand into John's, gently holding onto his friend's spindly piano fingers.

You know, so that they don't get separated.

That's all.

Really.]

[fuckmackandme]

[Ok, that actually does make John raise an eyebrow and kinda side-eye Dave because that's not a thing they've ever done, like, ever. This is new. And weird.

And then he's pushed out of the way by some rushing douchebag, and he sees the value of it all. Oh Dave, you smart son of a... whatever his mother is like. Still, he grips Dave's hand hard when he's losing his balance, because, wow, that douchebag pushed him hard.]

[clockspinner]

[When Dave feels his hand get squeezed, he turns back to look at John in surprise, and sees him falling. He acts before he thinks, flash-stepping to catch him before he loses his balance entirely and falls.]