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Amalia walked into Florean Fortescues's  ice cream parlor and ordered a chocolate ice cream. Her favorite kind! "lets see... i wonder if there is any other cute gryfindors here?!" Amalia said licking her ice cream and starring out the window into diagon alley. She glanced around and noticed a few other older wizards. She wonders if they were from hogwarts, and if so what house? She decided to order another cone. Glancing back out the window she took out her DADA book. It had bookmarks on every other page and lots of notes. Flipping through the book she wrote down some more notes on a piece of pastel white parchment. Finishing a full page of notes, she took out another pastel white piece of parchment. Taking out a quill she started to sketch. She started with wings then moved onto the head. Amalia became so focused on her drawing that she forgot the ice cream. It slowly started to melt and when amalia finished her sketch( it was a dragon) she had to get another one.
Amalia turned back to the window and smiled, today had gotten off to a great start!

Ezekiel stepped into the parlor, tired from the trip back from the school. He was, however, glad he was allowed to leave the school, even it is was for a short amount of time such as this. He ordered the three scoop cone, taking a seat at one of the booths inside the store and glancing around. Just a few people decided to stop in before heading back to the school. One of them was a Gryffindor girl with chocolate frog flavored ice cream. Ezekiel was actually waiting for someone, another Gryffindor. He hoped she would arrive sooner rather than later. He didn't want to wait along for too long and end up being the last one coming back to the school.

Ezekiel took a few licks of his cone, loving the combination of all three of the flavors. He sat back in the booth. He thought he had heard Eris nearby, but it turned out to be just a group of Slytherin students walking up towards Weasley's shop. "Please don't let them be my dormmates. I would like to sleep somewhat tonight." He muttered to himself, sighing quietly. Where is she? She said she would be here before I had gotten my ice cream. He thought to himself.

Jake went in the ice cream parlor and saw Ezekial Wasek and a griffindor girl. He was thinking about something complicated. What could he get for Eri Windstone.. Uh he didn't know yet but soon he will find out and try to see if he could get her something special in all. His roommates would probably be awake and having fun without him which most of the time happened. He sat and took out a notebook and his quill and started writing. He was so overwhelmed he soon had to go to a adventure in the Forbidden forest with his Slythrin mates and Ravenclaw people's. There was a girl moving around and walking towards somebody on his side of the parlor. 

He put his stuff away and thought of the girl's that he liked and the one's that liked him. He was trying to get a girl now but it was hard and not a good time. He looked around seeing if any other girls were around he saw the one from Griffindor but nothing else which I guess was ok.. maybe. He stood up and went to get some ice cream so he didn't have to smell it and not have any before he left. 

Amalia saw the slytherin boy, and was pretty sure his name was Ezekiel, sitting by himself and felt bad, but thought: maybe we could be friends! She decided to wait a few minutes and continued to look out of the window. Glancing back over, Amalia was not surprised to see that he didn't have anyone to talk to. Waiting a little while longer and sketching some more dragons Amalia grew bored quickly. but instead of ruining her chances she decided to read.taking out a book on dragons and began reading it the ten hundredth time, to see if she missed anything. Finally finishing the book, making it ten hundred and one times, she decided to see if the slytherin boy was still there. He was so Amalia mustered up the rest of her courage ( there was quite a lot of it being a gryfindor and all) and walked over. halfway there she remembered to grab her stuff and had to run all the way back to her booth. weaving her way trough the shop she slowly made her way over to him, but along the way had to stop to grab a fallen book. " hi I'm Amalia! Can I sit here?" She said with a charming smile, that usually either got her out of trouble or was just downright cute.

Mia walked into the ice cream parlour alone, carrying a bag full of books from Flourish & Blotts. Her time shopping around Diagon Alley had worn her out, and Maye, her cousin, wouldn't be back to pick her up for a couple of hours. She realized she probably needed to stop by Gringotts-she was running low on Galleons-but she wanted to rest. And have some ice cream.

Mia stepped in to the crowded ice cream parlour, her bag curled in her hand, and her hair swishing. Noticing an empty seat next to a boy she faintly remembered from somewhere, Mia hurried there, where she placed her bag on the seat beside her.

"One raspberry, single scoop please! Thank you!"

Mia signaled to the wizard who owned the shop, putting her hand up to signal that she was ordering. She hadn't been here in some time, she realized, looking around the shop. It was changed a bit, a little brighter, and younger people were around. Probably because it was break.

Mia turned around and reached into her bag, pulling out her new book, Hélas, Je me suis Transfiguré Les Pieds by Malecrit, a wonderful play. She flipped to the first page and started reading.

Archer struggled to get into the ice cream parlor, weighed down by his many items, and tired from getting them. Sitting down at a seat next to the window, he let out a sigh, and stared out the window at the people passing by. Archer spent the next five or so minutes checking out the people in the parlor, a couple, a guy the same age as him, and a girl getting a scoop of raspberry ice cream.

He watched them all, and wondered if and when he would get some people to talk with like that. Making friends was difficult, and since his "friends" from home had all had some people they had known already, it was increasingly hard to figure out what to do. He decided to finally make use of the fact that he was in an ice cream parlor, and headed up to the front counter.

Checking out the ice creams available, Archer decided on his default favorite, cherry. If they didn't have carrot flavored ice cream, then cherry was the closest thing to what he liked. Taking the dish of ice cream, he sat down at his spot once more, and resumed watching the people walking down the street. Some were students just like him, and others were older wizards just stocking up on supplies.
This reminded him that he had less money than he would care to have, and that he should go stock up.
He sighed and took a spoonful of ice cream.

"What flavor did you get?"

Mia turned to the boy next to her that just sighed. He looked..unhappy. She wanted to know why. It wasn't that she was a social butterfly, or even that brave, Mia was just curious. And when she was curious, look out bystanders! It was hard to derail her.

"I got the raspberry. It's really good here. This might be the best ice cream place in the magical world, though Budapest has a pretty good one."

Mia smiled at the stranger, and looked him over. She didn't recognize him right away, which meant that he wasn't in one of the famous pure-blood families. He was around her age, or maybe a little older, with a feminine physique that had some wiry muscle underneath. He had pale skin, not as pale as hers though, and bright green eyes. His hair was..interesting, layered and floppy. It was the color of caramel, but had some blonde streaks in it, which brought out the darker parts in his hair. She still had no idea who he was. She decided to introduce herself, and then maybe he'd recognize her.

"Mia Alexander. It's nice to meet you."

She smiled at him, and watched him closely, looking for a flicker of recognition. Her last name would garner it, everyone, muggle or magical would recognize it, but Mia was looking for more. Some recognition of her as a person. It was a different type of recognition, almost, better.

Mia waited patiently for him to reply.

Wesley was roaming Diagon Alley and passed Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. He walked backwards, as if he were a vehicle reversing, and then thought for a good minute; should he buy an ice cream, or should he, in fact, not? He dug his hand into his pocket, continuing into the Ice Cream Parlour.

He pulled out a small velvet bag out of his pocket and untied it from a small golden rope at the top, heading towards the counter to order two ice creams - both for himself. Quietly, to respect the other people sitting at tables and eating their own ice creams, a vanilla ice cream and a peanut butter ice cream. A couple of minutes after ordering, the ice creams, both in waffle cones, showed up before him; and he payed for them. Usually, a normal-sized ice cream was 4 or 5 sickles, but a large was 7 sickles; as Wes had ordered two large ice creams - again, both for himself - he had to pay 14 sickles.

Wesley was handed the two ice creams after paying, and after stuffing his money pouch back in his pocket. He carried the large vanilla ice cream in his left and and the also large peanut butter ice cream in his right hand. He sat down at a small two-person table that was right by the window and looked down at the ice creams.

Arebella walked into the ice cream shop. The smells filled her lungs amd a sense of joy came over her. "Yum." She said. Skipping over to the counter she looked over at what she wanted. Raspberry's good but chocolate is delicious. Wht can't she just decide!!! She ended up getting a rasberry and chocolate two scoop ice cream. The Gryffindor girl leaned against the counter taking a few licks. "Mmmmmmm." She mummbled. Looking around she saw a girl in her house talking to a Slytherin boy. 'Interesting combination.' She thought but she started to walk over. "Um hello." She mummbled. "May I uh..." She looked down at them. When it cane to new people she got nervous. "May I sit? Thats what I meant." She finally let out. Why was that so hard she had ADHD not social anxiety. Oh well that's who she was. She pulled one of her long dark curls out of her face and licked her ice cream nervously as she waited for an amswer. "Heh." She let out. It seemed like years although it had only been two seconds. "I mean sorry if I'm interupting anything. I didn't know. Oh agh now I'm assuming." She shook her head embarrassed.

After a long day of shopping and wandering around Diagon Alley, Ophelia decided to treat herself to some ice cream. She was surprised the place was so busy, filled with people who were also likely taking a rest and walking around and shopping for school supplies. She knew she didn't have much more money to spare, but she had already bought everything she needed to, and she also knew that there was nothing wrong with treating herself every once and a while. And, besides, I could always just get a smaller portion that costs less...

She walked up to the counter. "One scoop of orange sorbet please!" Ophelia was always into fruit flavors, and she never truly knew why. Orange, of course, was her favorite. She never grew up eating it or anything, and all she could only ever remember loving the flavor, not first experiencing it.

As she paid a few sickles and received her cone, Ophelia now had to go through the struggle of finding a place to sit. Most of the others around her were already engaged in a conversation and Ophelia didn't want to start a conversation with someone just to interrupt someone else. Instead, Ophelia pulled out her newly bought book of Magic Theory and began flipping through its crisp pages as she slowly whittled her cone down in a way that made a perfect domed shape.