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

[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.]

[fuckmackandme]

[Well. This wasn't their brightest moment, was it? The two, falling down on F&B's floor, in the middle of people not paying attention to where they're going.]

I won't tell anyone if you won't.

[clockspinner]

[Dave is sprawled on the rug that covers most of the stone floor, with John on top of him.

Well at least he broke his fall. Dave reaches up and straightens his shades, propping himself up on his elbows.

Ramble mode: engaged]

What, you mean how you were so enamoured with my blinding beauty that you just had to throw me right onto the floor in the middle of Flourish and Blott's to ravish me then and there? Jesus, Egbert, at least make a token effort to keep it in your pants. There are kids around. We've got all year to play hide the sausage, there ain't no hurry.

[fuckmackandme]

Fine, make fun of the pain I just endured of being pushed around by some douchebag twice as large as me, see if I care.

[clockspinner]

Couldn't have been too much pain, look at this choice piece of ass you landed on.

[fuckmackandme]

Your ass is on the front now? Freak.

[clockspinner]

I got my lower body surgically rotated 180 degrees, I can't believe you noticed. Some attentive beau you are, John, Christ.

...You planning on getting up anytime soon or are we just gonna settle in for some brocuddles and a nap.

[fuckmackandme]

I'm sorry, but I don't make an habit of checking my bros' ass. But that has got to be the most stupid surgery ever.

[And he's getting up. And offering Dave his hand to help him up.]

[clockspinner]

[Dave takes the offered hand and jumps to his feet easily, brushing off the ass of his pants.]

Well you're gonna be seeing a lot of mine when I totally leave you in the dust. Race you to Fortescue's?

[fuckmackandme]

Hehe, sure!