#noah002

With Christmas and New Year having come and gone, slowly, the streets of Diagon Alley were thinning into their usual density. There were no more people rushing to buy gifts or last-minute tokens. Vacation days were also more or less used up. People were back to their routines, spending their day at their soul-sucking jobs before going home right after.

As for Walden, the lack of magical creatures to execute still kept his schedule free, giving him a lot of time on his hands. That’s a lot of time to be antsy too.  That’s precisely why he found himself knocking on the door of a friend’s shop. Satisfied to see that there were no other customers to be found, Walden made his way straight to the cashier and greeted his friend with a wide smile. “Hello, good sir. We have to stop meeting like this.”

Not swinging -- just sort of hanging onto them, rolling backwards so her hair was dragging in the dirt and blood rushing to her head. She was giddy with the dizziness, giggling to herself and her dirtied feet. Till she opened her eyes to see someone else in park. Day pushed herself up right and pushing her long dress down (even though it was still covering everything). She blinks, embarrassed. Till the blood starts rushing down and she smiles instead, “Good evenin’.”

Annabel estava se divertindo. Era bom estar no ambiente de trabalho sem estar trabalhando. Estava na mesa de comidas, buscando pelo canapé, quando viu o último que queria e estava com a mão indo na direção para pegá-lo, mas outra mão veio na frente e o pegou antes. Mesmo sem óculos, ela conseguia ver perfeitamente quem era aquela pessoa. Revirou os olhos e cruzou os braços.  —— Tinha que ser. ——  Falou, mesmo sem saber se ele havia feito propositalmente. Não importava, ela reagiria da mesma forma.  —— Está querendo levar outra mordida, Noah? E sem piadinhas de conotação diferente, eu não estou insinuando te morder dessa forma. ——  Deixou claro, embora fosse mentira dizer que não ficou instigada após a insinuação dele na última conversa. 

Fire crackling, even in the evening, because it was fucking cold. Notebooks to the side, discarded in favour of hands by the fire. Curled up on two armchairs, Katya prancing between them as she wished. Millicent and Noah, in a corner with their heads ducked together, or at the very least always close, talking and laughing and watching the others.

“Uh, Macmillan,” she said, selecting a Pepper Imp from her collection of sweets —- the benefits of a family who worked in Hogsmeade was, no matter the monetary situation, there were usually favours between neighbours and sweets were a commodity —- and passing the bag to Noah. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone as uptight since Umbridge —- well, maybe McGonagall, but I suppose anyone would be uptight if they had to have meetings with Snape one second and then deal with whatever the fuck Finnigan’s broken next.” She shrugged. “His murder eyes at Draco are funny, though,” she said thoughtfully, before biting off the imp’s head, “so a point for that.”