Lately I been, I been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard Said no more counting dollars We'll be counting stars Yeah, we'll be counting stars
↷Graduate of Salem Witches Institute ↶American Half-Blood
↔Wyatt rolled his eyes at the word "statesy" but felt his smile widen regardless. "And I say it that way because I happen to be from there. California to be specific." he answered with a bit of pride. He couldn't say he hated England or the UK, it was rather nice once you got around the fact that it rained 655 days out the year and the ten days that it didn't it was either freezing cold or blisteringly hot. When the waitress came over first to Milo's table it gave him a few extra seconds to decide what he wanted before he gave up and just went with the cold cut sandwhich with a side of "chips." He chuckled again when he heard the other man's logic and just kept his chair half turned so he could somewhat facing him. "Sounds like a plan. But what if the other soups aren't bad like this one?" Wyatt asked with a teasing glint in his eyes.↔
Miss GryffindorK
Old, but I'm not that old
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Young, but I'm not that bold
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
And I don't think the world is sold I'm just doing what we're told
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 12:34 pm
♬яανєи¢ℓαω αℓυмиι♬υиємρℓσує∂ мυѕι¢ιαи♬
♪I'd like to make myself believe ♫That planet Earth turns slowly ♪It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep ♫'Cause everything is never as it seems
Milo couldn't help but laugh at his correctness, as Wyatt agreed and said he was from California. The British-born male had no idea which of the states that was, but he was pretty sure it was on the coast somewhere. "Well, I'm from Kent. Not as far away as California, but still a nice place." He grinned, eyes twinkling merrily. He ordered tomato soup and cheese bread, which is a meal he'd always loved. When the other male asked about other kinds of soup, Milo thought about it for a few seconds. "You're right. I suppose I should try each and every type of soup." He chuckled, keeping turned in his seat, as he didn't want to stop talking. Wyatt had a certain charm about him, and it was simply fascinating.
Yukina101
Leave my door open just a crack♫ 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac♪ Why do I tire of counting sheep?♫ When I'm far too tired to fall asleep♪
Lately I been, I been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard Said no more counting dollars We'll be counting stars Yeah, we'll be counting stars
↷Graduate of Salem Witches Institute ↶American Half-Blood
↔Wyatt decided that he rather liked Milo's laugh and would love to hear more of it when he was sure he could stuff his size eleven foot in his mouth. He took a sip from his butterbeer to help his suddenly dry throat and gave a nod of thanks when his sandwich came out a little bit after the other man's soup. He had just taken a bite out of his meal when Milo answered his inquiry making his laugh along with him. "Well I hope to be around when you do so you can keep me from choosing the wrong soups." It was only after he had bit into a fry did he realize what he had just said and how he said it and felt the tips of his ears heat up again while James was guffawing along with his adolescent consciousness. Gods he really hated those two.↔
Miss GryffindorK
Old, but I'm not that old
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Young, but I'm not that bold
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
And I don't think the world is sold I'm just doing what we're told
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 9:16 pm
♬яανєи¢ℓαω αℓυмиι♬υиємρℓσує∂ мυѕι¢ιαи♬
♪I'd like to make myself believe ♫That planet Earth turns slowly ♪It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep ♫'Cause everything is never as it seems
Milo tasted his soup, gasping when he burnt the roof of his mouth. Wasn't it his mom who always told him to wait for food to cool before pigging out? He turned to look at Wyatt when he mentioned wanting to be there for the soup tasting adventure. Did... did he just get asked on a date? Or... implications of a date? "How about tomorrow? Or next time you're free. I'm not currently employed, so I can meet just about whenever. Just as long as I eventually finish writing this darn song. It's like... halfway stuck in my head, and it's a pain to figure out the third riff here." He sighed at the scribbled upon sheet music, still thinking the little doodles on the margins were probably better than the lyrics written in his sloppy cursive. His eyes twinkled, the male curious how Wyatt would respond to Milo's current unemployment spell.
Yukina101
Leave my door open just a crack♫ 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac♪ Why do I tire of counting sheep?♫ When I'm far too tired to fall asleep♪
Lately I been, I been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard Said no more counting dollars We'll be counting stars Yeah, we'll be counting stars
↷Graduate of Salem Witches Institute ↶American Half-Blood
↔Wyatt hid his snort of laughter at hearing Milo's gasp after probably burning his mouth on the hot soup. He would have made a witty remark if he wasn't still smarting from his word vomit from earlier. However at his acceptance of another lunch and even scheduling of it,made him feel that his awkwardness was all for naught. He was a bit curious about his unemployment but much more intrigued about the fact that he wrote music. "That's pretty cool that you write you're own songs. I'm pretty sure my creativity stopped somewhere after making turkey drawings with my hand." he chuckled before taking another sip of his still cold drink. Gotta love magic. "And yeah, I'm free tomorrow around this time actually. I work over at the Quidditch shop and my boss is sorta lenient so I can always take my break earlier if I wanted to." Wyatt said with a secretive grin. ↔
Miss GryffindorK
Old, but I'm not that old
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Young, but I'm not that bold
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
And I don't think the world is sold I'm just doing what we're told
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 10:54 pm
♬яανєи¢ℓαω αℓυмиι♬υиємρℓσує∂ мυѕι¢ιαи♬
♪I'd like to make myself believe ♫That planet Earth turns slowly ♪It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep ♫'Cause everything is never as it seems
Milo couldn't help but laugh at Wyatt's response. Hand-Turkeys? Was that an American thing? "You'll have to teach me some time. I can play for you, if you ever want. I've got a few songs now, but I think they're rubbish." He shrugged, absentmindedly doodling a little bird on the paper, his pen drawing in all the colors of the rainbow. "You work at the Quidditch Shop? I'll have to stop by. I usually wander the alley this time of year. I just got myself a little flat, so I'm within walking distance." He wondered what was meant about the lenient boss bit, but figured Wyatt had just lucked out in the pick of employers. "Which ever time you like. I can surely wake myself up early enough to get here when you choose to meet, and I will know not to bring my guitar, as it's a kip heavy, and I'm probably not going to play it anyway." He grinned, lightly tapping the instrument in question. He usually only played new songs alone, so he could make sure they sounded alright before he played in front of people. Oh well. If Wyatt wanted some music, he could always play finished songs...
Yukina101
Leave my door open just a crack♫ 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac♪ Why do I tire of counting sheep?♫ When I'm far too tired to fall asleep♪
Lately I been, I been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard Said no more counting dollars We'll be counting stars Yeah, we'll be counting stars
↷Graduate of Salem Witches Institute ↶American Half-Blood
↔Wyatt raised an eyebrow at Milo's insistence that he teach him the Thanksgiving hand turkeys. He didn't think the Brit would find it all that fun or amusing, especially when he told him about why school aged children did it, but he supposed he could use it as an excuse to get him in the house one day. His eyes trailed over the small drawings and colored doodles on his music sheet and he smiled in amusement imagining the other man crouched over it in in concentration trying to think of music while simultaneously drawing a duck. "I'd like that, and I bet they aren't bad at all." he countered taking another bite of his sandwich just as Milo began talking so he just nodded yes that he worked at a Quidditch shop before he finally chewed and swallowed so he could reply. "How 'bout a little after twelve? So you can sleep in with no worries." Wyatt gave him a cheeky grin and wink. Good lord where did that come from? ↔
Miss GryffindorK
Old, but I'm not that old
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Young, but I'm not that bold
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
And I don't think the world is sold I'm just doing what we're told
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 10:55 am
♬яανєи¢ℓαω αℓυмиι♬υиємρℓσує∂ мυѕι¢ιαи♬
♪I'd like to make myself believe ♫That planet Earth turns slowly ♪It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep ♫'Cause everything is never as it seems
Milo blushed when Wyatt placed a bet that the songs weren't bad. The former Ravenclaw grinned, excited that someone might want to listen to all the silly music hidden in Milo's closet. "Well, I can always come to your work and serenade you." After he'd spoken, his cheeks went red, the male feeling more than a bit embarrassed. He took a spoonful of soup, letting the meal warm his belly. Wyatt seemed fine, as he mentioned meeting a bit after noon, so Milo nodded. "Sure. I can be here then. And maybe tomorrow... we can share a table?" Another cheeky comment, but this one didn't seem to worry him as much, since he didn't blush any heavier than he had been.
{Out of the Music: Have awkward!Milo}
Yukina101
Leave my door open just a crack♫ 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac♪ Why do I tire of counting sheep?♫ When I'm far too tired to fall asleep♪
Lately I been, I been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard Said no more counting dollars We'll be counting stars Yeah, we'll be counting stars
↷Graduate of Salem Witches Institute ↶American Half-Blood
↔Wyatt congratulated himself on getting Milo to blush once more and had just taken a swig of his butterbeer when the other made the suggestion to serenade him at work nearly causing him to do a spit take. He will admit to not minding having him come over to the store periodically just to keep him company, or at least keep him sane when James decided to drop on by, but singing...he'd take a rain check. He did however chuckle at his comment about sharing a table next time and nodded in agreement. Wyatt glanced down at his watch and he frowned seeing that he had only five more minutes before he had to get back to his store. He waved over a waitress and paid for his meal while shooting Milo an apologetic look. "Sorry I've got to eat and run but I've gotta get back to to the store. Oh um, here." He pulled out his wand and transfigured one of his cold fries into a piece of paper to write down his owl address. "In case you want to contact me before tomorrow." He grinned a bit sheepishly but stood and walked out the restaurant with a distinct bounce in his step. ↔
Miss GryffindorK
Old, but I'm not that old
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Young, but I'm not that bold
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
And I don't think the world is sold I'm just doing what we're told
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 3:01 pm
♬яανєи¢ℓαω αℓυмиι♬υиємρℓσує∂ мυѕι¢ιαи♬
♪I'd like to make myself believe ♫That planet Earth turns slowly ♪It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep ♫'Cause everything is never as it seems
Milo actually felt a bit sad when the other male admitted he had to go back to work. Wyatt paid, but stopped long enough to write down his address. "Well, goodbye! I'll see you tomorrow for lunch. Have a nice day!" He waved at the other male, smiling a bit. His eyes sparkled in the light, and his dimples showed in his grin. Wyatt seemed excited as he walked out, leaving Milo to finish his soup. The male worked a bit more on his music, before deciding to head home and practice the new tune.
Yukina101
Leave my door open just a crack♫ 'Cause I feel like such an insomniac♪ Why do I tire of counting sheep?♫ When I'm far too tired to fall asleep♪
Age: 11 BloodStatus: Pure Emotions: Hesitant, Anxious, Beginning to Panic
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Chelsea clutched the purse of coins tightly to his chest with his right hand, his left shaking with a crudely drawn map his father left with him in his other hand. It just showed a cauldron with a crack in it, and a stick poking a wall with a distinctive brick set in it, and then a picture of Diagon Alley, and a caricature of his father doing a little dance. Chelsea never understood why all of his father's messages had the same image of him dancing on them, but it was infuriating. But at the same time oddly comforting. It was like his father was trying to rub something in his face obnoxiously, but at the end of the little dance he always made a little heart shape, like he was telling Chelsea he loved him, and not to take it too seriously. He looked around, he was still in the Leaky Cauldron, undoubtedly the meaning of the Cauldron with the crack in it. Chelsea looked around, hoping to find the wall he needed. Suddenly it hit him, he didn't need to be in the middle of the place to find the wall, he instead needed to be against the walls and searching for the brick. He made his way to the wall, letting out a sigh when he felt the solid wall on the other side of one of his gloves. He was away from the brunt of the people, and he could breathe easy. He was still clutching his coin purse to his chest, but his other hand against the wall wasn't shaking anymore. He slid along the wall, looking at all the bricks he could see. After several minutes he finally found himself face to face with the brick in question. He didn't know how he was supposed to open it, there was a picture of a stick, but... Chelsea didn't have a stick to poke it with, or a wand if that's what the stick was supposed to be. Chelsea looked around, and his voice caught in his throat as he opened his mouth to ask for assistance. His eyes widened, and he clamped his left hand over his mouth, quickly turning back to the wall and putting his head against it. How was he supposed to ask a total stranger for help? What if they were a bad person, or what if they laughed at him. What if they required his money in payment? He'd have to go to Gringots, and he didn't know his family's account number, and he knew all too well what was within Gringots... No, he couldn't go there, he wouldn't! His legs were shaking now, and he was silently hyperventilating against his hand clasped tightly over his mouth. He didn't know what to do, who to ask, or even if he was in the right place.
"Oi, kiddie, You needin' to git inta de Alley?" A man said, lumbering over to Chelsea patting him on the head with his free hand. The other one was occupied by his mug of what Chelsea could only assume was filled with either petrol, or rubbing alcohol from the smell coming out of it. Chelsea was absolutely certain it was definitely flammable. He ruffled Chelsea's hair a bit before producing a knobby crooked wand of course wood and tapping it on the brick, and stumbling backward a bit, a hiccup coming out of his mouth. "I think I've had a few too many kiddie. You git on through ther'. Imma go pay for a room an' sleep dis off. 'Urry now, I dun know jus' 'ow long it'll stay open." The man said, patting Chelsea's shoulder and giving him a light shove, though it was more an attampt to keep Chelsea out of the way as he stumbled a bit more, directly through the space Chelsea had previously occupied.
Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2015 7:49 pm
So I cross my heart and I hope to die That I'll only stay with you one more night And I know I said it a million times But I'll only stay with you one more night
It had been a long time since Kee's last band had broken up amidst the throes of a woman, so he decided that it was time to move on. He had drawn up fliers to begin recruiting for a new band and so on his days off, he was going around everywhere he could in order to post them. He was now in the Leaky Cauldron, hoping they'd put up one of his fliers. But first... a drink wouldn't hurt. He sat down, heaving a sigh. He wondered who, if anyone, would answer his fliers. His dream of becoming a professional musician must come true.
But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you And I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid running back to you
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Cydney was walking around the alley with London. After having visited Loki for a while, she decided she was rather hungry, and made her way to the Leaky. Outside the door, she lifted her son into her arms, letting him doze off again as she folded up, then shrinked, the stroller. London yawned innocently, then the woman walked through the gate and into the restaurant proper. She looked around, then went and ordered a nice lunch, before searching for a table. At lunchtime. With enough room for a carseat. Son of a b***h. While searching, she noticed someone who looked familiar. She scooted closer, noticing the empty seats at his table. That guy had graduated before her.... and had she dated him? Oh yea!!! That was Kee! She subtly sat in one of the chairs, setting the carseat and baby bag beside her. "You wouldn't happen to be Keegan Bardsley, would you? Badass rocker dude?" The woman smirked, dark eyes twinkling mischievously. If he didn't remember her, she'd be upset. Hopefully he did. I mean, she was pretty damn hard to forget.
So I cross my heart and I hope to die That I'll only stay with you one more night And I know I said it a million times But I'll only stay with you one more night
Notebook out, Kee had been writing lyrics once again, trying to hammer out some kind of song that sounded decent. True that he had written the lyrics to all the songs his last band had sung, but they were old and he couldn't count on them anymore. He almost didn't notice the woman that had spoken to him. Blinking up from his book at her, he looked at her. Her face was very familiar... he knew her. He just... he could. "And you are..." he said, before a sly smirk crept onto his face. He didn't let his joke linger long though. "Cyd Cyclone, eh? I remember you. Had a thing for a bit. Great kisser." He smirked and looked at the small child that she was toting around with her. "Working as a nanny or..." He trailed off, unsure if she had calmed down and married someone or was simply working as a nanny. Children weren't really her thing, at least, that's what he remembered of her. He quirked his eyebrow and watched the fiery woman he remembered from Hogwarts.
But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you And I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid running back to you
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Cydney waited a second before the male, now confirmed as Kee, looked up. He looked a bit lost for a second, but an all too familiar smirk slid onto his face. He called her Cyclone, which seemed utterly unshakable at this point. "The only Cyclone indeed. And, let'e be honest, I'm a great at a lot more than kissing." She winked, adjusting herself a bit. Would Loki be mad if she was talking with one of her former lovers? Eh. She'd figure that out later. She was hungry. Of course, Kee asked about London, and Cyd chuckled, albeit awkwardly. "I wish. Nah. I was just going about, doin' my thing, then boom. Pregnancy." She turned the baby, letting him get comfortable. Londy blinked a few times, then rubbed his eye with his tiny fist. "This is London. He's like... a month-ish old." She rocked the boy for a second, then lay him back against her shoulder so he could better relax.
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