Closed Just Chillin' PV Beatrice Dupont

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@Simon Kincaid as Miles Riley Thatcher

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The spring was coming and that was certain. Beatrice was still wearing see through tights with her skirts but she did not need a coat on this sunny day. It was finally spring break and Beatrice was actually enjoying being at home for once. Hogwarts had somehow been kind of a mess or at least Beatrice had been one. Now that she was at home, she was far more collected. To the outside at least. Today the Duponts were taking a stroll in Diagon Ally, doing some shopping and just showing of what a perfect and beautiful family they were. Beatrice had heard that there was a new book being presented in Flourish and Blotts today and she would certainly take a look at that. Edith, Benedict and Calliope were exited to finally get out of the house again and do something with their parents and older sister, while Beatrice knew that this was not all that fun for her parents. It was like one of those muggle horse shows, only about looks, money and power.

After quite some time in Flourish and Blotts as well as a visit in Gringotts Wizarding Bank with her parents, Beatrice and her siblings were finally allowed to roam around the Alley and visit the shops they wished. Beatrice had bought a new book in Flourish and Blotts so she didn't want to go back there, since there was also a long line coming out of the shop. Her parents had told her to also take care of her siblings while they were doing some other stuff so Beatrice had to let herself get dragged to a bunch of different shops. She didn't mind going to the Quality Quidditch Supplies shop or spending what felt like an eternity in Weasly's Wizard Wheeze but when Edith, Calliope and Benedict dragged her into the Magical Menagerie, the fun was over for Beatrice. The shop was packed with people and she had to squeeze herself through sweaty bodies to be able to follow her siblings.

Gladly that was soon over and Calliope, along with Benedict and Edith, decided that they should go have Ice Cream at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Her Parents had given each of them some galleons to buy themselves what they wanted and let's just say, Beatrice could have afforded one of the brooms. Her arm felt like it was going to get ripped out as her three younger siblings pulled her with them.
»Guys, for Merlin's sake please slow down.« she tried to make them go slower but it was already too late. They let Beatrice's arm go, yanking her one last step before they were through the door and gone into Florence's. Beatrice stumbled a few steps, kicking popsicle sticks everywhere. She wasn't sure what had happened for a second before she turned around to see where they had come from.

A boy, a couple years older was sitting on the floor and apparently had been doing something with these popsicle sticks. Her eyes went wide as she immediately started to pick up the popsicle sticks.
»I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to do that!« she told him, a grimace spreading across her face as she felt how sticky the sticks were. Oh gosh, had the boy eaten all of these? She didn't take more than 30 seconds to have them all in her hands. Then Beatrice kneeled down in front of him and laid the popsicles down in front of him. There was something that looked like an M on the floor, he was probably spelling something with these. Wow, this boy must have a boring day. Then she really looked at him for the first time. His hair was brown and his blue eyes almost seemed electric. Beatrice parted for a few seconds. Has she seen this boy before? No but why did he seem so familiar then?
»I'm really sorry, again.« she said then. »Did I ruin your popsicle art or whatever you are doing with these?« at the last part of the sentence, she grinned a little at him. Hopefully her siblings wouldn't eat too much ice cream in there.

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@Simon Kincaid as Miles Riley Thatcher

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Beatrice send another glance to the door of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour before turning her head bad to the boy. She subtly took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped her hands from the still slightly sticky popsicle sticks. She raised an eyebrow as the boy went on about how this was his art. He said it would have been his claim to fait and Beatrice couldn't help herself but grin at his words. When he called it his Livelihood, Beatrice had long taken notice of the fact that he was clearly joking. She just nodded as he talked and then watched as he sighed deeply and directed his gaze to the popsicle sticks that were laid together like an 'M'. His accent sounded so different to her own and Beatrice wondered where he was from.
»Is that so?« she asked with a grin. »Well then I must apologize dearly Mister M. I shall pay for whatever I have destroyed so you must not worry about the well being of your future children.« Beatrice said this in a heavy posh accent, she picked up a leave, handing it to the boy. »This must be more than enough for such a work of art, worth more than any gold my kind Sir.« she looked him up and down again with a grin as he went on to tell her that it was actually just his name and that he had attampted a triangle before this. She did not know why but she could not stop smiling in this conversation, this was certainly entertaining and better than watching the twins get themselves full of ice cream while Edith tried to get as many test-bites of Ice Cream as the workers would allow.

The boy now smiled at her as well. She looked down at the popsicle sticks and then looked up again as he joked that there might not be enough popsicles left now. She laughed, looking to the door again and then actually sitting down in front of him.
»Oh do not worry, if you haven't eaten them all, my siblings will finish the job for you.« she said with a smile. »So, M, huh? My name is Beatrice and since I have walked into your name, it is only right to help you rebuild it.« she said. Then Beatrice took a long look all over Diagon Ally, or at least where her eyes could reach, to see if her Parents were anywhere close. They probably wouldn't like it if the saw her sitting on the floor, outside at that, with a random boy they had never seen. Or at least Beatrice thought they had never seen him.
»Now you must tell me, why are you sitting on the floor in Diagon Alley, all by yourself while it's such a beautiful day? You could certainly do more interesting things here.« she said, mindlessly twirling a popsicle stick between her fingers. She wondered how old this boy was. He seemed older than her and he was certainly taller and Beatrice couldn't remember seeing him at Hogwarts but he had to be from some school and a wizard or he wouldn't be sitting here.

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@Simon Kincaid as Miles Thatcher

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Beatrice watched as he examined the leaf and grinned at this interaction. Usually she probably wouldn't have acted like this but this boy had a silly behavior to him, in some way or another, and that brought Beatrice to just roll with it. He was very nice and just brought some sort of ease in this moment. Beatrice didn't feel like she had to act in the manner her parents expected her to right now. Her past months had been rather dark in some ways. Things had happened at Hogwarts, one of them being her best friend leaving for good. Her best friend who she had shared a dorm and so many other things with. For once, being home had felt like a good thing and even tho this day had started as a stroll to show off the Dupont Family, Beatrice had been having a great time since that was over. Her siblings had annoyed her a little and it had been boring but the growing blossoms on the trees and the fresh spring breeze was just leading Beatrice into having a good mood. He thanked her for her offer to rebuild this, uh.., this masterpiece which was actually just his name. Then he introduced himself. Miles. M-I-L-E-S. Beatrice grinned as he spelled it for her. Miles seemed to realize that there weren't a whole lot of ways to spell his name. Same for the name Beatrice, she didn't know a different way to spell her name but there surely was one. Beatrice leaned over a little and started helping with the rebuild of his name. While doing that, she listened to him telling her what he had been doing her all day. His list was a mix of Quality Quidditch Supplies, Madam Malkins, the Apothecary Shop and Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He had been wandering around Diagon Ally and even counted how many cobblestone steps there were between Flourish and Blotts and Ollivanders. Apparently there was a sale on toads in the Magical Menagerie but only on the ones with brown. The poor boy had been here for around 8 hours and was so bored that he had eaten a lot of ice cream popsicles and then build his name out of them. Goodness, that was boring. Her hand stopped and hovered over the 'L' she was building with the sticks when Miles told her that his parents were doing an author talk and book signing at Flourish and Blotts. Her eyes widened and she sat up, looking at him with a surprised expression. Miles asked if she was a student at Hogwarts.
»Yes. Yes I do go to Hogwarts.« she paused for a second. »Your parents are Aldrich and Emmeline Thatcher? The famous magizoologists?« Beatrice had read some of their published things but she didn't know that they had a son. She had been about to ask Miles if he had eaten anything proper this day or at least drank some water since only popsicle's didn't sound that good but now her mind was somewhere else. His parents had let him wander around Diagon Ally all alone by himself the whole day and he didn't have anyone to talk to, that must have sucked.
She fastly shook all of the thoughts about his parents out of her head.
»Sorry, I did not mean to react like this. It sucks that your parents let you wander around all alone this long. I suspect you go to Ilvermorny then? You do live in America, don't you?« Beatrice had read some interviews that his parents had given. »Sorry, that sounds like I'm a creepy stalker.« she smiled at him apologetically and finished building the 'L'. Beatrice thought about what she could offer Miles to make his day at least a little more exciting than this. Sitting around here all by himself certainly wasn't nice. »If you want to, you can walk around with me and my siblings once they are done with their ice cream?« she asked and looked at the door of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. »I mean, it's probably not that much more interesting than sitting here but I was going to take them to Dogweed & Deathcap since we've also been pretty much everywhere else. They mostly sell plants there. It's nice. My parents will also be busy for some more hours. I don't actually know what they are doing, they might have left and come back later to get us.« she told him and picked up another leaf that laid beside her. It was a fresh, green leaf. Someone must have picked it off a plant and thrown it away after. She twirled it between her fingers mindlessly and looked at it. Hopefully Miles didn't think she was weird now, she certainly had acted a little weird.

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Pompous and Overbearing. Both were words that Beatrice had thought about her parents in the silence of her room at night. However, she at least had siblings that she could talk to. Miles seemed to be alone here and Beatrices features almost seemed to turn to pity, but she would not allow it. She eyed the brown haired boy while he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Miles appeared to be regretting his words and tried to to somehow want to retread them, with saying that his parents did know their work. Beatrice agreed. She liked to read about magical creatures and sometimes the people that had discovered them or wrote something about them. Miles' parents were apart of those people. Beatrice would simply nod understandingly and stare at the popsicle sticks. They sat there in silence for quite some time before Beatrice spoke up and asked if the blue eyed boy was from America. At this point, Beatrice was unsure if she had seen him before or not. If he did go to Ilvermorny, he surely would have been there for the tournament and Fall Ball. Although, if Beatrice was honest, she had not cared enough to watch the tasks in her first months. Sure she heard about them but she had been too busy, trying to keep up with the school work and pleasing her parents. It was an odd feeling how she still had to do that, even when she was not at home.

Soon they had switched subjects and as Miles finished the "S" of his name, both of them were just staring at it. He seemed to be pleased with their work and Beatrice had to hide her grin when he asked if she wouldn't want this in her dorm or Bedroom. „Of course. Who would not love seeing this every time they wake up? Such a masterpiece should be sold for thousands of galleons and hung up in a museum with the most expensive pieces of all time.” Her voice was fully serious but the smile that was pulling on her lips could tell anyone that walked by that she was joking a little. A little more time went by and the sun was shining brightly on both of them, leaving Beatrice with a nice warmth. It really was beautiful how spring was coming and bringing all this warmth with it. The cobblestones beneath them were not even cold anymore, the sun was already strong enough to warm them up. Beatrice looked up when Miles started speaking again and as a smile formed on his lips, so did one on hers. It would not fade when he asked if she was a creepy stalker but it would change when a hidden compliment flooded from his lips. Perhaps it had grown wider as her eyes practically locked on the boy across from her. Perhaps it had changed ever so slightly and perhaps her heart had skipped just a little bit at the compliment of someone that seemed so nice and was so enjoyable to talk to. As he tilted his head, her eyes squinted ever so slightly in a witty expression. He asked how he would know that Beatrice would not attempt to kidnap him and hold him captive but he would just have to find that out if he decided to come along. "But you do mention plants and well, plants are my favorite, so take me, Beatrice, I'm yours." The dark haired girl did not how to feel about what he had just said. I'm yours. Of course it was in a joking way and she knew but Miles was different than other people she had talked to. Perhaps it was the difference between the free America (that they prided themselves on so heavily) and Scotland or perhaps it was just the way he acted in such a charming yet joking and chill manner. He was not like the boys she had talked to at school, those were mostly di**heads if Beatrice was honest.

„Well, perhaps you must find out if I will take you captive. What do you think Miles?” her smile broke into a small chuckle after her words. She glanced at the door and as if her siblings had sensed that she was ready to go, they came out with their mouths covered in different colored ice cream. Her face grimaced a bit as she looked at them but then she got up, wiped her hands at her skirt and stuck one of them out to help Miles up. It was up to him if he would take it. Then once both of them stood, she turned to her siblings. Before all else, she quickly handed all three some tissues and told them to get that off of their mouths, they could not be seen like this. Then she turned back to Miles. „Miles, those are Edith, Calliope and Benedict.” she pointed at each of them swiftly before turning to them, „This is Miles. He'll be spending some time with us.” she did not say the rest of the day because Beatrice did not know how long Miles could tolerate these three but he could stay with them as long as he wished.