Closed Ice cream is magic PV Kit Isabelle Blaine

@Atlas Anderson

------------------------------------------------------------Replying as Kit Isabelle Blaine.

After wandering the streets of Diagon Alley for thirty minutes, Kit was almost positive she was lost. She stared up at the signs, a jumble of words and names she did not recognise. Her parents were notoriously lazy and, after sending her off by Floo Powder, they just left her at Diagon Alley. Left her. Currently, she only had in her arsenal a wand - with a core and wood she was not particularly hoping for - and a couple of useless books from Flourish and Blotts. Kit swore the shopping list was in her pocket when she arrived. Now it had vanished, probably fallen out due to the mass number of wizards and witches - especially students - pushing their way around. Simply magnificent. However, Kit stopped at a shop which caught her attention: Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. She made a mental note to look up how to pronounce "Fortescue". Ice cream was a delicious cool treat that Kit had almost whenever she could, even in the freezing Scottish winters. Yet it seemed like she needed to wait no further. The ice cream shop was nestled in a quieter corner and, most importantly, it was summer. Slowly, Kit pushed open the doors, allowing a sweet coldness to hit her. She browsed through the display case, her gaze moving with her feet. There were dozens of options and she wanted them all. But a count through her galleons revealed that she could only have one expensive ice cream or two inexpensive ones. Yet there was only one ice cream that drew Kit forward, that made her want to lick her lips and drool. It was fabulous, a Waffle Dish Sundae. Being ten sickles, she could only afford to buy one. A boy was standing in Kit's way though. He himself seemed to be lured by the ice cream as well. He was about five centimetres shorter than Kit, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to dug into the ice cream. 'Buy it or move it,' she said briskly - and rudely. It was obvious why the boy was standing in front of the counter, transfixed. He had no galleons to actually buy one. Poor devil. She turned back to the shopkeeper - Fortescue, she supposed - and asked for another spoon. After all, the Waffle Dish Sundae was supposed to be big enough to share. 'You going on a date?' asked a girl standing in line behind her, raising an eyebrow, 'I have some advice.' Kit had never been the butt of a romantic joke before. 'I have some advice too,' she said curtly, 'Shut up.' Kit walked over to the boy and tapped him lightly on the shoulder, handing him one of the two spoons. 'Mind you, it isn't all for you.' Kit wasn't planning on apologising for her rude behaviour anytime soon, but she did feel a little guilty about talking to the boy that way. She hoped the ice cream could make up for it. Plus, she still needed to ask for directions and a shopping list. This boy seemed to know at least a bit of what he was doing. Well, to be honest, not really, which was probably why he didn't bring any galleons. She just hoped he had family members who were more sensible. 'We should find a place to sit.' Her eyes flickered around the room. Most of the seats were full, but one window table looked just perfect.

• • • • • • Date| 24-08-2023 Time| N/A Outfit| casual Locale | Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour • • • • • •

ATLAS ✵ ANDERSON
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Date: 24 August 2023| CC: Thoughts | CC: Words | Word Count: ---
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Atlas was contemplating on ways to get that ice cream. It seemed delicious in his eyes but didn't know how would he get the sweet treat in his mouth. Not that he couldn't afford it but as aforementioned, he did not have any galleons on him.

"Merlin help me, or I'm going to scream," he made a mental note. Even so, the heavens wouldn't extend their hand in helping the young boy get what he wanted. Slightly bummed out and slightly stuck in his thoughts, he noticed couldn't help but notice a girl who was five centimeters taller than him, speak to him rudely. "Buy it or move," she said. Atlas narrowed his eyes and looked at her carefully, he was not the type to be impolite to people, so he smiled and got out of her way. "I'm sorry," he said, taking two steps back.

The young boy did watch the lass as she went off and suddenly he observed her when she requested two spoons. All conversations were loud and clear and instantly when she said shut up to the other girl, Atlas couldn't help but burst into laughter. "She is savage, Atlas," he thought to himself.

Atlas then shifted his gaze to look at the treat he wanted, then he suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and he he turned to look at who it was. Surprise, surprise… it was princess of the north pole herself. "Can I help you?," he asked politely.
She then handed over one spoon to him. "Mind you, it isn't all for you," she made it loud and clear. Atlas couldn't help but smile at her as he responded, "Okay, princess!," he teased

The duo had to find a place that was not occupied by tons of people, therefore, there was a perfect spot that they both could sit in and enjoy their sweet treat. "Shall we?," he asked as he started walking towards the unoccupied table. "I'm Atlas by the way, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said sarcastically. The girl looked like someone who could give babies nightmares with her behavior. But, the young boy was willing to give her a chance so that he could get to know her well.

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| 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Kit Isabelle Blaine|𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 :|
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@Atlas Anderson

------------------------------------------------------------Replying as Kit Isabelle Blaine.

The person that would turn out to be Atlas was fine enough, Kit supposed. He was charming, polite, and had relatively pleasant facial features. In today's world, it was hard to find boys like him. What was certainly a admirable quality was his politeness under rudeness. Kit had been told way too many times that she was rude and loud and boisterous. Naturally, she was tired of hearing these words from rude, loud, and boisterous people themselves. Yet despite Kit's rude comment for the boy to move, he simply responded with an apology, brushing away the subject entirely. Kit had approached him without much expectation. He was simply a boy with... potential for a bright future... that she had stumbled upon. Princess?- such an interesting description for the future Slytherin. Did she look like a princess to the boy. Kit forcefully split the Waffle Dish Sundae into two, using her spoon like a knife. Her part was bigger than the boy's of course. Even if she did know the boy, "ladies first", right? Surprisingly, sometimes old gender stereotypes worked in Kit's - and perhaps every girl's favour - favours. Soon after, the two settled down in a quiet corner of the ice cream shop. It was a small, but certainly not shabby store- more like cosy, if she would. The boy introduced himself as Atlas, not providing Kit with a last name. She had to admit, it was smart of him; what if Kit was there to poison him?- that would make a fascinating storyline. Then again, she was not, but the girl figured it would still make him an interesting subject of teasing. 'You might want to watch out, Mr. Atlas,' Kit said with the raise of an eyebrow. 'I just migh be hear to poison you,' Kit teased, spreading her hands, 'You just never know, do you?' 'But,' Kit started with a smile, hoping to return the favour of an introduction, 'My name is Katherine Isabelle Blaine.' She narrowed her brows, not enjoying her full first name. 'Call me Kit, though, or I'll flipendo you as soon as I learn the spell,' she said, only half-teasing. 'And also, try to find a better word than princess next time,' Kit added. She didn't want them to just sit in silence for however long it took for the boy Atlas - and more importantly for Kit - to finish the ice cream, so she inquired, 'Are you going to Hogwarts as well?' The girl seemed to have forgotten about the shopping list.

• • • • Date| 24-08-2023 Time| N/A Outfit| casual Locale | Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour • • • •