Melissa walked up to the window displaying some brooms, wanting one so much. Since she was playing as a chaser on the Ravenclaw quidditch team, she needed one of her own although she never had the time to look at them. Making sure her galleons were still in her pocket, she walked into the shop. It wasn't much, but there were plenty of brooms everywhere. The ginger looked around, overwhelmed by all of the brooms. remembering why she was there, she looked for a broom.

As the ginger looked around at the brooms, a Firebolt caught her eye. Walking over to it, she checked the price and thought, 575 galleons? I only have like 20! Guess I won't be getting this broom anytime soon- Giving up her hope for a new broom and turning around to leave, she caught a glimpse of a boy with dirty blond hair. He seemed familiar but Melissa just couldn't remember his name. It was just on the tip of her tongue. Hmmm...his name started with an M...right? While she was trying to remember his name, she walked towards the door. Well, until she basically trips on a broom that was on the ground...

@Marshal Mozor @Akari Kato @Lana Monet

[font=Monotype Corsiva]Roleplaying as iNPC Enzo Delcroix
When speaking in English uses: This Colour
When in French uses: This colour plus Italics & Bold
Interacting with: @Melissa Carson
Mentioning: @Lana Monet @Marshal Mozor
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[font=Monotype Corsiva]Enzo once again went to the quidditch shop in Diagon Alley. He honestly didn't know why he was repeatedly going there since all it did was make him long for a broom that he knew he couldn't purchase. He stared at the brooms displayed in the window for a couple of moments before deciding that this time he wanted to get a closer look at them so he stepped into the shop.

The 11 year old looked around the shop with wide eyes. It was so frustrating that he couldn't own one of these brooms. He only could imagine how he would feel if he got the chance to one day mount a grand broom that was like these and be able to call it his own, but his parents would never allow for that. It was hard enough to keep the fact that he broom races from them, never mind actually buying one. Where would he keep it? Where would he get the money? There were just too many obstacles.

As Enzo had been observing and staring at all the brooms and he hadn't taken note of anything or anyone else there and was startled to see a girl trip over something right in front of him. Being the ungentlemanly boy he really is, his mouth curled into a bitter smirk and let a cold-hearted snicker slip out.
"What a clutz" He mumbled in french as he stared at the girl. As he had nothing better to do and felt that he was in need of some more amusement he stuck out his foot before her, with the intention that once she continued walking she'd hopefully not see it and trip again. It was completely unnecessary of him to do this to a random girl who he really had nothing against but life was nothing to him without creating some pointless drama.

Interacting with: @Melissa Carson + @Akari Kato | Mentioning @Marshal Mozor

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Personally, Lana hated quidditch. She thought the game was stupid, every aspect of it. It was an unpopular opinion, though truthful nonetheless. Really, what was the fun in watching others get knocked off their brooms? Was it amusing? Slightly, though not enough for her to sit their for an entire match.
So if she didn't like quidditch, why was she here in the first place? Coming to Diagon Alley was a normal routine for the young Ravenclaw, as she often liked to visit Ollivander. Despite her hatred for most people, she couldn't help be endeared by that man. Granted, he was slightly weird, though genuine nevertheless.

Though today wasn't a usual day, as she had a specific intent for coming out. Due to her making the duelling team, she figured she'd need to study in order to actually succeed in matches. Though due to her certain distaste for studying, she'd practically lost all of her books. Not purposefully, no- they just seemed to.. disappear. Perhaps it was the universe telling her academics weren't for her, despite being sorted into the all-knowing house that was Ravenclaw. The sorting hat must be going mad lately..

She held her bag over her arm, the weight of the textbooks weighing her down as she walked. It was about this time that she would head home, though something seemed to catch her eye. A streak of gold, glittering in the corner of a shop window. Lana tilted her head to the side for a moment, her black hair falling to the side.
A broom.. Not just any broom, one of the fancy ones only the professionals had. Despite her urge to hate it, the design really was marvelous. Perfectly crafted, so.. what was the word? Elegant?
Whatever it was, it was interesting enough for Lana to enter the store. She made her way through the isles, pushing through groups of people to inspect the broom up close. That is, she tried to until she was interrupted by a girl falling directly in front of her.

The mutter of french caused Lana to turn her head quickly, her eyes landing on no other than Enzo. For a moment she considered if she herself were going mad, though soon registered that it was in fact the little French boy she'd met before. She wondered if he'd remember her, however there was really no way of telling. To make her staring seem less obvious, she focused back on the girl with red hair.
"Get up, will you?"

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Oof. That was definitely the most embarrassing thing ever. Melissa heard someone snicker and say something in French, which she quickly understood due to living in France for almost half of her life. Then, she heard another voice. A girl's voice telling her to get up. Noticing that she was still on the floor, the ginger got up as quick as she could. Oh boy, this is not going to end well at all- she thought. There were multiple people there and she just humiliated herself in front of all of them. Honestly, she was just hoping that they didn't notice.

Mel just wanted to get out of there as fast as she could and never return. She started to walk away, but then, she noticed that the french boy had stuck his foot out, probably hoping that she would trip again and feel even worse than she was already. Who knew french people were this rude? Melissa wondered. Pretending she didn't see the very obvious foot he stuck out, she continued walking. Just as she reached where he was, she 'accidentally' stepped on his toe. "Oh I'm sorry," she said, "Honestly, I'm quite curious why your foot was there in the first place. It seems like you were trying to trip me..." It wasn't like herself at all but she said it anyway. She was kind of really mad that the boy had wanted to humiliate her even more.

@Akari Kato @Lana Monet @Marshal Mozor

[font=Monotype Corsiva]Roleplaying as iNPC Enzo Delcroix
When speaking in English uses: This Colour
When in French uses: This colour plus Italics & Bold
Interacting with: @Melissa Carson & @Lana Monet
Mentioning: @Marshal Mozor
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[font=Monotype Corsiva]Enzo heard another voice speak up right after his crass statement. He glanced in the direction of where the voice originated from and his eyes fell upon a familiar face. Lana? What was she doing here? He tried to make eye contact with her as a means of acknowledging her presence but didn't actually speak up.

After a couple of seconds, he looked back in the direction of the ginger who face-planted in front of them just moments ago to see her promptly stand up and start walking again. To his disappointment, she ended up noticing his foot but instead of ignoring it, she had the audacity to step on it. Well, in all honestly he most likely would have done the same thing if someone had attempted to trip him but he just didn't expect it from this girl. His eyes narrowed concealing the fact that he almost winced from the slight pain the girl had caused to shoot up his foot.

"Don't apologize for something that was purposeful, sort of defeats the point don't you think?" He sneered, this time speaking in English. If she was sharp enough to avoid his foot in the first place, then there was no way that stepping on it was an accident.
"Me? Trip you? Never" He responded mockingly and exuded an extremely fake and overexaggerated sigh, pretending that he was actually offended by her accusation even though they both knew that he was definitely guilty.