child of the stars

who: theodore nott & oliver sanders @veelaism​​ what: the quibbler’s valentine’s blind date where: fortescue’s ice cream shop, diagon alley

theodore wasn’t exactly mad, per say, rather he was annoyed. or perhaps frustrated was a better word for what he was experiencing. considering he hadn’t even been the one to fill out the questionnaire, it was surprising that he had even bothered to show up. however, the threat of a week long itching curse had been enough to insure his appearance. that, and perhaps, he was feeling somewhat optimistic- that maybe this date wouldn’t be that bad. of course, it all came down to his date themselves. 

arriving early, he located his table and took a seat. it would be rude to go ahead and order, he realized, besides, he wasn’t that big of an ice cream fan. why his date couldn’t have been elsewhere… still, he was determined to remain somewhat positive, even as what felt like an eternity passed before someone approached his table. allowing a smile to appear across his face, he lifted his head to look at his date. “hello, i’m going to assume you’re my date. i’m theodore nott,” he greeted the other male formally, stopping short of extending his hand- after all, it wasn’t a business meeting. 

to say oliver felt nervous about his blind date was an understatement. the veela had thought trying something new by filling out the application in the quibbler would be fun but didn’t realise how anxious he’d be once it rolled around. while oliver had dated a few guys since he left school, he could honestly say he’d never been on a blind date before. they had seemed too risky to him given how often his looks attracted the wrong sort of attention, but still remained optimistic about it and hoped his date was kind. plus, he couldn’t get out of it even if he wanted to thanks to that itching curse.

he’d been both surprised and relieved to know his request for the date to be at the parlour had been granted, mainly because it was a familiar place and he knew people there as he was a regular. he didn’t want to keep his date waiting any longer so he apparated right in front of the shop, searching inside for anyone alone when he spotted what he assumed was his date and approached the table. “oh, i’m glad you are! it would’ve been awkward if you weren’t,” he giggled softly as he took a seat but felt a bit of momentary discomfort once the man introduced himself. “your name’s theodore? oh…well, it’s nice to meet you, theodore. i’m oliver,” he held out his hand for him to shake before light-heartedly adding, “okay, be honest, are you much of an ice cream fan?”

@veelaism​

The day had been a long one, there was no doubt of that. Lavinia had been to see a psychic who had told her that her efforts would be fruitless. What did they know any ways? Who were they to say anything at all? Needless to say she was not in the mood for anything more on her plate today. The Leaky Cauldron had simply been a meeting place not one for pleasure. Loud, crowded, easy to be unassuming here. As she less than gracefully left her booth she looked back to see the bill she was leaving unpaid for only to abruptly be interrupted in her path, “Excuse m––oh. It’s you.”

oliver exited the loo after washing his hands and checking he still had his bags on him. he’d stopped by the leaky cauldron for some lunch once he was done shopping, now on his way out when he bumped into someone. “oops! sorry.” he apologised and was going to carry until he saw why she bumped into him. “you know, you’re supposed to pay for that.” he threw a quick glance at the untouched bill on the table. starting trouble wasn’t something that oliver ever wanted to do, but he’d still speak up if he saw someone doing something he thought was wrong. it seemed they’d met before though as her words insinuated that they had. “sorry, do i know you?” the veela asked with confusion. he’d always been good with faces but appeared to have forgotten hers.

“ you’re absolutely right, but that would perhaps be too easy.” verity has never had a problem being honest, perhaps too honest. “ so you’re telling me your dealing with all this sober ? i don’t know how you’re doing it. the corner is because i dread small talk, and i’m here because of my last name mainly.” 

he couldn’t argue there. he’d always wondered why it was so difficult for most people to be honest with both themselves and others. sometimes he guessed it was because honesty was so common in the deaf community, expected even, but learned early on the hearing one didn’t share the same sentiment. “of course! cause no one likes the easy way.” the veela said cheerfully but with a hint of sarcasm. “i’ve never had a taste for it, but getting pissed at work isn’t a good idea either. oops! i’ve done just that, have i?” he asked with a sheepish expression.

verity can relate to that she is a burke.. not that anyone would let her forget that. “ you and me both.” a nod to further prove that NOBODY else probably got it better. “ sometimes, yeah. gives an excuse to enjoy champagne. for being here or for hiding in this here corner ? “

he had a mind to ask why it was that she was dragged to gatherings like these often but figured he shouldn’t pry. “my condolences then. honestly, these wouldn’t be so bad and maybe even be a little more enjoyable if everyone was real about why they’re here.” oliver stated with a light shrug. it was obvious why most people were, to make important connections in this “new era”. “i wouldn’t know since i don’t drink but i’ll take your word for it,” he chuckled softly. “hmm, both, i guess.”

“ hello fellow wallflower.” verity greets in return, shoulders shrug ever so slightly ( after so many ) it wasn’t really that bothersome. “ just needed a quiet spot to myself, you not a fan either ? “

it had always comforted him to know he could find someone chilling in a corner somewhere no matter what kind of party he was at. “not really. mainly because i’ve been forced to attend loads of these over the years,” oliver admitted with a shake of his head before adding, “i mean sometimes they’re for a great cause but i don’t feel that’s the case this time. i’m only here since i work for the ministry. what’s your excuse if you don’t mind me asking?”

⧼   asa butterfield, cis male, he & him  /   unbreakable by tori kelly + oversized sweaters, warmth of sunshine, giggles that sound like bells, stacks of science books, starry night skies.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that OLIVER SANDERS? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY ONE year old HALF VEELA WIZARD is a HUFFLEPUFF alumnus who has gone on to be a UNSPEAKABLE. i’ve heard they can be quite KIND-HEARTED & INTELLIGENT, but i don’t know… they came off very SELF-SACRIFICING & STUBBORN in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   haiz, 25, est, they/them   ]