One thing Octavius did not want to think about was feeling the compelling need to go and do something illegal, like try to pickpocket someone, take their money and leave. Something like this felt so bizarre, so crazy, it was almost like his son possessed him! But nay, he wasn't intending on harming anyone so that at least set him apart a tiny bit.

He saw a man, thin but healthy, fit but not overly fit. He was kinda cute. Too bad he couldn't see his face. He pulled out his wand, and pointed it towards the wallet peeking out of the man's wallet. Quietly, he whispered the summoning spell, Accio.

It was a little tug to his pants and out came the wallet towards Octavius. The man looked down to see what touched him, what pulled at him, and he saw his wallet disappear, as he looked up from his side, he saw Octavius holding it.

The man looked at him with a sheepish expression. "H-hey. I- I just-" Octavius started, but the man glared at him.

His accent, strange. What was it? Russian? It sounded so gorgeous, but Octavius knew with that look he was being given, what he was going to say would not be that sweet, oh but Octavius could pretend. He looked so gorgeous. His piercing, yet beautifully stunning ocean blue skies staring into his, his light pink lips slightly bent downwards with his lour.

"Give it back." The man would say.

He awkwardly put his wand back in his pocket and moved his hand- with the wallet in it- forward. He couldn't move his legs. Something about him just seemed so alluring. His heart yearned for more, a sweeter outcome.

"Here." He said, not moving from his spot. "I- I'm Octavius."

The man walked up towards him, snatching the wallet out of his hands. "Don't touch it." A brief second, but Octavius knew he saw a tiny glint of his teeth, a tiny smile. "I am Ronnie."

Octavius fluttered. Oh, what a sweet name. "I'm sorry, uh, do you, uh" He wasn't sure what to say.

"Do you want to maybe.." He wanted to say it, he was going to say it but oh how was Ronnie going to take it? How would that handsome man take it? Not everyone was gay! And most who get 'robbed' don't normally go out with their perpetrator right after!"

He mumbled. "gonadat." It all sounded like one jumbled word.

Ronnie looked him back in the eyes. "gonadat? What's that?" He put his left hand in Octavius's non-withdrawn hand, the one still out from the wallet that Ronnie had took back. "Yes." He replied back. "I will gonadat with you." His smile grew, just as Octavius's hopeful look did.

"H-here's my address." Octavius started, embarrassingly searching his pockets with his right hand. No paper. Awkwardly, he asked Ronnie if he had any paper.

"No. But you can tell me later. I will get a receep receipt and you can write your adrees adress on it." Ronnie responded back softly. "Do you want anything, Octavius?" He stood closer, his face not too far away from Octavius's.

"Yes," He started, but he didn't finish. Both of them leaned in. They kissed.

--- because I dont wanna go in details lets move on to when they get the receipt ---

Octavius pulled back, flustered. "Shall we buy it? Let's use my money?" Ronnie looked at him and winked. "No, you would have not try to steal from me if you have money. Let me buy. You want fake permission slip? For who?" Octavius nodded. Oh, this man was so sweet. Part of him was glad he didn't beat up Octavius and leave him black and blue and instead turned out to be one of the kind souls.

"Yes, Ronnie. Yes. Uh, I have three adopted boys and one son that is in my custody until he graduates from Hogwarts. You can meet them when you come over!" He said, perhaps coming on too strong. Not everyone wanted a man with kids. Something scary, he assumed. Well, if he ever met Clark, yeah he would probably be scared off.

Crap. He couldn't believe he didn't think about it. Clark would've scared him off! Anyone he would've brought home! Ugh. Why did he have to be such a gremlin sometimes?

Ronnie winked, pulling a few galleons out of his wallet to cover the cost of the permission slip. The shopkeeper handed Octavius a receipt and Octavius just asked if he could quickly borrow his quill, that he had to write something down for Ronnie.

[insert address in Perth Scotland]. Octavius put down their address. He handed Ronnie the receipt and grinned. Ronnie leaned in, a soft wink caused Octavius's smile to grow bigger. Again, they kissed.

--- don't want to go into details so I'll end it here, they met. The kids will meet Ronnie when he comes over. ---