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Date Place&Time Reducio 22|12|2024 10:00 A.m. Weasleys‘ Wizard Wheezes

Interaction Reducio @Odette Leone

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It was 22 December, and Diagon Alley was shrouded in a pearl-grey sky and an icy cold morning. A clear scent of Christmas sweets wafted through the air: cinnamon, chocolate and various sweet spices... The illuminated decorations along the street warmed up the atmosphere, making it festive, while the tinkling of bells and the cheerful chatter of wizards intent on shopping created a homely and welcoming harmony.
Among these wizards was Grace Mitchell, a first year Hogwarts girl, walking with her family between the illuminated shop windows, her nose slightly reddened by the cold. She wore an elegant but practical outfit, perfectly in keeping with the family's style. A soft red jumper in a wool and cashmere blend wrapped her in a warm embrace, while the long beige trench coat added a touch of sophistication. Light linen baggy jeans were perfect for moving freely through the crowd, and short beige leather boots, lined with soft fur, ensured her warmth and comfort. A leather handbag completed the ensemble. Her hair was pulled back into a jaunty ponytail, with a couple of strands of hair let down in front of her face to frame her delicate features, illuminated by lively eyes.
Next to her, her older sister absent-mindedly observed the shops, while her parents exchanged opinions on what to buy for the holidays. The sister, Catherine, went off on her own.
"Where would you like to go now?" her mother asked.
The young girl lifted her gaze, looking around aimlessly. A sign caught her attention.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes

It seemed to glow with a life of its own, and from the outside, the atmosphere of the interior seemed like an explosion of chaos and festive magic.
"Can we go into Weasleys‘ Wizard Wheezes?" she asked excitedly, pointing to the brightly coloured shop.
The parents exchanged a glance and agreed to the request. Without a second thought, Grace pushed open the door and entered. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she was overwhelmed by an explosion of colours, sounds and magical objects floating around the shop. There were all kinds of jokes and gadgets, from Skiving Snackboxes to Extendable Ears.
As she wandered through the shelves, her eyes moved swiftly left and right, up and down, searching for every interesting little detail. Some objects caught his attention, some she took for herseelf, others for her friends. One of these was the Canary Cream, a harmless-looking biscuit that turned whoever ate it into a canary for a few seconds.
"Maybe I could eat it? But no, better to give it to someone for a harmless little joke", the young sorceress chuckled.
The air around her had something thrilling about it, as if the very place was encouraging her to some small mischief.
Then, something immediately caught her attention. "I want this too!" she said, extending her hand towards a Remembrall. A small glass sphere that filled with red smoke as soon as someone forgot something. It would have been perfect for helping her with homework and all the new things she was learning at Hogwarts.
As her fingers grazed the smooth surface of the ball, Grace felt satisfied.
"Perfect! So I'll never forget anything important!" she exclaimed, smiling at the idea of finally having something that would help her keep everything under control.

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Date: 22 Dec 2024 Word Count:1,336 Interacting: @Grace Mitchell

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Thoughts #6a5acd / Spoken #483d8b Silas Leone Spoken - #0300c7 Location:Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Leone’s Warding Wonders is enchanting during the winter holidays. Odette has always been a frequent visitor of Diagon Alley, but nothing makes her want to live here forever more than working in her father’s shop this time of year. Silas Leone is a man with many hats; a loving father, a devoted husband, an extremely skilled charmwright, and a just as proficient businessman. What makes his shop so special during this season is that he wears all his hats at once to create the most spellbinding winter aesthetic.

Each year, he dresses the shop in various enchanted wintry decorations to draw in customers with their beauty while showcasing his skill in casting. The businessman derives his inspiration from his family members and views it as a challenge to cause a spark of wonder in their eyes brighter than the year before. Odette’s favorite themes so far have been the elegant crystal frost allure and the playful snowy wonderland, but this holiday nabs the niffler.

It’s no secret that the witch felt awfully homesick at Hogwarts. She’s never been away from her family for so long before, and despite only being gone for a few months, she owls her loved ones constantly. Silas sensed how much his daughter missed their comfort and familiarity and decided to make the shop embody a hearthside haven for her return from school.

A wreath of evergreen and holly hangs from the door, decorated with crystals of luck and talismans of protection hanging from a golden thread that gently rotates around the wreath, radiating positivity and safety. The window panes are coated in enchanted frost, shaping into scenes of children building a snowman or spelling words of holiday cheer to passersby.

Upon entering, a magical hearth surrounded by cozy armchairs draped in soft, fluffy blankets burns with a lavender flame that encases pleasant scents of cinnamon and pine throughout the shop. A low table by the fire contains a couple of mugs and a pitcher charmed to refill with peppermint hot cocoa. Floating ember lights hover by the ceiling, casting a soft golden glow across the amulets and crystals lining the walls. Sprinkled around the shop lay crystallized pinecones charmed to release faint feelings of joy to browsing customers. Frosted garlands line the shelves and doorways charmed to fight off the chilly air with a gentle warmth to those who enter.

Odette loves it all. The decoration is simpler than his past designs, but nothing brings her more contentment at this moment than feeling the warmth of her father’s thoughtfulness and love wrapped in every detail of the store. Her heart blooms even further with every galleon that satisfied holiday shoppers drop into the till with their customized order. Not only is the sight of a successful purchase delightful, but the half-blood witch becomes captivated by the stories jolly customers share about the meaning behind their gifts for loved ones.

Yes, Odette absolutely adores the winter holiday in Diagon Alley.

“Here, my little wonder,” Silas whispered conspiratorially, holding out a coin purse filled with their most recent sale to her, “What kind of employer would I be if I didn’t pay my workers, hmm? Go off and enjoy the other shops.”

“But I’m not an employee! I’m a future co-owner.” Odette protests, crossing her arms indignantly, “I can work the till while you get a head start on the commissions!”

Silas shakes his head at his eager daughter and lightly steers her toward the door, “Then as a future co-owner, you have the very important mission of scouting out the competition. Make sure to check out every shop and report their holiday discounts. Try out their new seasonal products, too! Make sure to really blend in. Buy a few of their goods, and if they catch on to the mission, say you’re buying gifts.”

Odette isn’t stupid. She knows exactly what her dad is trying to do, but she saw a couple of items advertised that she thinks Max and her mom would love earlier. She’d be able to stock up on supplies for her business at Hogwarts, too, and, if she was being honest, Diagon Alley looks just as enthralling as Leone’s Warding Wonders.

With a taunting jingle of the bag in his hands, Silas watches the hesitation in his daughter vanish as she snatches the coins, swoops a kiss on his cheek, and dashes out the door, exclaiming joyfully, “Thanks, Dad! I’ll bring you back a brownie alamode from Florean’s!”

The father could only shake his head, knowing there was a good chance she’d bring back a half-eaten brownie and offer to sort the shop’s inventory out of guilt.

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Wandering the streets of Diagon Alley, Odette ashamedly wipes the evidence of chocolate from her mouth and vows to buy him another brownie before her shopping is over. The streets are lively and festive as Odette weaves her way through laughing crowds of people towards Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

Finally reaching the entrance, the witch is amazed by the jolly and playful atmosphere of the shop. It’s almost as captivating as Leone’s Wonders! Odette gapes in shock. Shaking herself from her stupor, the witch is determined to buy joke products that she can sell at school, and by the lengthening line at the register, she has to move quickly.

Snagging a dungbomb and an enchanted snowball, Odette looks around for the one product she knows will sell well at school, a remembrall. Once she has it in her sights, she makes a beeline towards it only for a girl around her age with raven black hair in a beige trench coat and a red jumper to take the last one.

"I want this too!" the elegant young witch exclaims, extending her hand towards a Remembrall. Odette isn’t sure if she’s more jealous that the girl’s jumper appears to be cashmere or that the witch took the item she needs…both. It’s definitely both. "Perfect! So I'll never forget anything important!"

The half-blood will never forget anything important either, especially not that remembrall, and she refuses to leave until she gets what she came for. What should I do? I can’t just snatch it from her hands and run!... Well, I mean...I could… Odette ruminates, idly contemplating her morals before shaking her head defeatedly. No, that’d make me no better than a thief.

She briefly considers lying or manipulating the girl into giving her the item, but if the friends she’s made at Hogwarts have taught her anything so far, it’s that lying usually ends with her jumping into a lake. Considering that any body of water is most likely frozen at this time of year, the Ravenclaw wisely decides it’s best to avoid that situation until the warmer season.

No, in this case, honesty is once again the best policy. How dull.

Squaring her shoulders, Odette marches up to the witch and taps her on the shoulder, “Hello! My name’s Odette Leone, and this may sound a bit rude, but I’ve had my eye on a remembrall for quite some time, and you just grabbed the last one.”

Fighting back every instinct to bribe the witch into giving her the product is a feat in and of itself. Odette akins this feeling of wandering a desert extremely dehydrated and ignoring a miraculous pool of water. Taking a breath, she continues, “Would you mind letting me have it? They have other great stuff here! Have you seen the skiving snackboxes or socks of eternal wetness? I hear those last ones are flying off the shelves! If I were you, I’d jump onto that trend before it’s too late!”

Odette may have exaggerated the truth, but only a little! Sue her. It’s in her nature! To be fair, the socks of eternal wetness are flying off the shelves, but that was mostly because people keep getting grossed out by how damp they are and flinging them in the air in disgust. Hopefully, this witch will hand over the remembrall before she comes to the same conclusion.

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Interaction Reducio @Odette Leone

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Grace considered the day satisfying and productive, not only for having been able to spend a quiet morning with her family, or for the shopping she had just done, but especially for what she had managed to catch: a REMEMBRALL. As she turned it over in her hands, imagining how useful it would be for not forgetting anything, she was interrupted from her thoughts by a voice.

“Hello! My name is Odette Leone, and this might sound a bit rude, but I've been looking for a Remembrall for a while, and you just got the last one”.

The young woman, puzzled by what was happening, blinked and turned her head to observe who had addressed her. It was a girl, probably her age, who seemed to have a determined aura, just that of someone used to getting what she wanted. Grace first lowered her gaze to the Remembrall she held in her hands, and then returned it to Odette.

Still intent on processing this strange situation, Odette spoke again, trying to restrain herself from asking for the object directly. “Would you mind letting me have it? There are some other great things here! Have you seen the Skiving Snackboxes or the Socks of Eternal Moisture? I hear the latter are going fast! If I were you, I'd seize the opportunity before it's too late!”

She raised an eyebrow, stunned by the scene, holding back an amused giggle. An unconvincing and unappealing proposal, she thought to herself. So this was Odette's game? A little bribery, but with a light veil of diplomacy? Clever...

“The Socks of Eternal Dampness?” she repeated, tilting her head with feigned curiosity. “Do you really think I'd give that up for those? They would leave my feet wet forever, terrible! Not even for my worst enemy.” She paused for a moment, running her gaze over the shelves around them as the hubbub of customers filled the shop.

A slight amused and friendly smile formed on Grace's face. “I must compliment you, that's a creative proposal! But you should know... I wasn't looking for typical Christmas trends. I preferred something useful. Just like THIS”. She lifted the Remembrall to their eye level, watching the light from the shop windows reflect on the surface.

Let's be honest, it wasn't that Grace didn't understand Odette's frustration, after all, she too was thrilled to have found the last one available. But that didn't mean she would simply give him up. No, indeed, maybe she would, but that place gave her an extra dash of mischief. Why not have fun?

“I'm trying to understand ”, she continued, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she watched Odette. “You've been looking for this for a while, and you just happened to be here, now, when I had taken the last one? Tough luck, huh?” She looked her straight in the eye. “I think you understand the dilemma”, she added, twirling the ball between her fingers. “Wouldn't it be a shame to let it go so easily? Besides, isn't that the beauty of Christmas shopping? The hunt for the perfect gift and the luck of finding it before everyone else?”

She caught her breath.

“Let's be honest”, she continued. “I need it, a lot of thoughts travel in my head and that's why I tend to forget things”.

She paused for a moment, tilting her head slightly as she reflected. Then, with a smile that suggested she had just come up with an idea, she added:

“But...” she let the anticipation create some tension, prolonging the sound of the word. “I'm not being unreasonable. And I certainly don't want to be difficult. After all, it's Christmas, and we all came here to have fun, right?” She gave herself a shrug, as if considering a solution. “Here's how we can do it. If you really want it, I can think about it. But it'll be a small exchange, nothing too serious or complicated”. Grace gave a smile, to indicate that the situation was peaceful and that she was joking. “How about... if... in exchange for this Remembrall, you help me look for something else? Something for me and something I can use to prank someone else? The shop is big, maybe I missed something”.

She never looked away from the orb, but there was a slight air of defiance in his eyes. “I don't want to have an auction, but if you can help me find something interesting, maybe I could reconsider”.

Grace, with a smile still on her face, looked at Odette. There was no need to rush to a decision or settle the matter. The atmosphere around them was lively and festive, just a little levity was needed.
As she drummed her fingers on the ball, Grace realised that this small object was not the only interesting thing. There were many more surprises to discover, and the whole situation seemed more fun if both sorceresses shared some of the Christmas magic that hovered in the air.

“Ah, I forgot the most important thing! I am Grace, Grace Mitchell, it is a pleasure to meet you”.

With a final smile, she let the conversation slide off without forcing it. In the end, there were many opportunities and, who knows, maybe they could have become friends in that passage. There was no need to win or lose, just enjoy the moment.

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Date: 22 Dec 2024 Word Count:973 Interacting: @Grace Mitchell

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“Here's how we can do it. If you really want it, I can think about it. But it'll be a small exchange, nothing too serious or complicated.” The fellow witch smiled peacefully, if a bit amused.

Eyeing the girl’s face, Odette knows better than to be fooled by her freckles. Underneath the other witch’s delicate features, the Ravenclaw can spot her cunning from miles away and answers warily, “Personally, I find the beauty of Christmas each time a Galleon is dropped in my hand after a successful deal, but…to each their own.”

Crossing her arms and lowering her voice as if letting the raven-haired witch in on a secret, Odette smirks, “Your Christmas thrill may be in the treasure hunt, but as far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t matter who found it first. What matters is who walks away with the prize in the end.”

Looking the witch up and down and casting the ball in her palm a glance, the half-blood continues, “So, what do you want in exchange for the remembrall? If, and that’s a big if, I take this deal, then you can’t just think about giving me the ball. It has to be guaranteed.”

Odette grew up in Leone’s Warding Wonders and avidly watched her father negotiate deals countless times. Not to mention that he makes her haggle with him for an extra pumpkin pastry whenever they have lunch. Whatever this mysterious witch has in mind will be nowhere near as risky as some of the other proposed deals she’s heard. The half-blood is confident she can spot a bad offer or spin a better one in her favor. Besides, she isn’t desperate enough for a remembrall to sacrifice her life.

If the girl proves stubborn, Odette has no issues returning another day during the holiday break. The only reason she’s stayed long enough to listen to the witch monologue like an evil villain and flaunt the ball in her face is because the Ravenclaw is intrigued. Most kids their age would have either made a fuss over Odette’s crude introduction, to which the half-blood would then feel justified in bribing them, or they would have handed her the remembrall out of shock or shyness like a pushover. It’s rare for someone to actually try and negotiate with the Leone, so, yes, the half-blood is quite curious to hear what this witch has to suggest.

“How about... if... in exchange for this Remembrall, you help me look for something else? Something for me and something I can use to prank someone else? The shop is big, maybe I missed something.” Never taking her eyes away from the coveted ball, the raven-haired witch continues, “I don't want to have an auction, but if you can help me find something interesting, maybe I could reconsider.”

Odette weighs the witch’s offer in her mind. It was undoubtedly an easy task for Odette to complete, if a bit tedious, but it could prove to be quite fun. Her only hang-up is that mystery girl-

“Ah, I forgot the most important thing! I am Grace, Grace Mitchell, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

-Odette’s only hang-up is that Grace seems to keep saying that she ‘may reconsider,’ which doesn’t seem fair if the half-blood spends all her time finding a good replacement just for the witch to decide to buy the new product and keep the remembrall anyway.

There’s a likely chance Grace may try to screw her over, but with a shrug, Odette figures, what’s the harm? The shop will probably restock the next day, so playing this game is no skin off her back. If the fellow witch hands it over, then all it really does is save Odette an extra trip. At this point, she’s much more interested in getting to know this girl than picking a fight over something she can buy another time.

“Alright, I’ll bite.” Odette quirks a brow, eyeing Grace’s fancy outfit with amusement. It’s the kind of attire that screams the owner has never rolled around in the dirt for the fun of it. Let alone willingly taking part in messy escapades. Has this witch ever even played a prank on someone before? Shaking her head, Odette tries not to judge a witch by her robes and gives her the benefit of the doubt. It’s always quite fun corrupting helping someone plot and commit their first scheme.

“Who are you trying to prank and why? Knowing that will definitely narrow things down. After all, the prank has to be proportionate to their crime…unless you’re like me, of course, and prank them back twice as hard to teach them a lesson.”

Watching as Grace mulls it over, Odette begins listing the items in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes in her mind that she thinks can help the girl. Idly wondering what kind of prank the witch has in store, the Ravenclaw ranks products from tame to most chaotic while mentally noting down which she thinks the witch may be interested in. Grace has already surprised her once with her crafty demeanor. Perhaps she’ll surprise her once more and pick a wicked prank for her target.

Hoping that she’ll be there to witness it, Odette questions if Grace attends Hogwarts too. The Ravenclaw has never seen her around, so obviously they’re not in the same house. Kicking herself for not paying attention to the other students in her year, the half-blood thinks over their entire interaction and finds she wouldn’t be surprised to learn that Grace is a Slytherin. The witch certainly dresses and negotiates like one, after all.

Upon taking another peak at the girl, Odette hopes she’ll learn the answer soon. Talking to Grace has been interesting so far, and the half-blood thinks it could be fun to learn more about her. Maybe even pleasantly surprising, too.

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Interaction Reducio @Odette Leone

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Grace fiddled with the sphere as usual, listening intently to Odette's words. “Personally, I find the beauty of Christmas every time a Galleon falls into my hand after a successful deal, but...to each his own.” Well, like she said... to each his own., she thought, as her eyebrows lifted in an expression of mild surprise. She nodded with interest, reflecting on those words. A completely different thought from hers, but after all, that was the beauty of it: meeting someone who saw the world differently.
A hint of a smile appeared on Grace's delicate face, as the Remembrall continued to rotate slowly between her fingers and her eyes followed every little nuance of the other girl.
Interesting... Really interesting.
She had not backed down, in fact. She had accepted the proposal with a look that, to the Gryffindor's eyes, seemed confident.
“You know,” Grace said as she approached the shelves with a slow pace, ”I honestly didn't expect you to accept...”
She paused for a few moments
“Um... this deal. I expected you to act like most people. That you would ... I don't know offend or yell at me.”
She ran the ball over the palm of her hand, studying its reflexes.
“But you... you didn't. You really listened to me. And you stayed - I don't know if out of curiosity or something else. And you've also been polite through it all. And I, well, I like that very much.”
When she looked at her again, she did so with a new expression. With a softer, more sincere smile. It was an invitation to complicity, pure and simple.
"Who do I want to hit?" she resumed, lowering her tone, "A bunch of guys who enjoy thinking they're untouchable, overconfident smiles and too quick tongues. Boring, arrogant, and with a penchant for getting into trouble and then getting out of it with a hero smile."
She leaned against the nearest shelf. "Always with a ready comment, that irritating way of interrupting you while you're talking, as if the world is there to listen to them and only them."
She paused, letting her words float between them. Then, with a more serious expression she continued, "I don't want revenge out of pride. But at some point ... one gets tired."
She returned to stare at Odette, with a new, more intense look that suggested a challenge but also a demand "And so I thought, if I'm going to do this, I might as well do it in style, right?"
The smile returned to her lips, full of complicity. "I don't want something silly or cruel. I'm talking about something that stays in their minds, that reminds them that, out there, there is someone watching, planning and striking."
With a theatrical hand gesture she concluded:
“So...let's make this little venture worthwhile.”
Grace let the sphere spin once more between her fingers, then stopped it with a slow but firm gesture. She took one last look at Odette, almost as if she wanted to assess her one last time, and offered her a hint of a smile. Then she turned, walking between the shelves, as if she already knew where to go -- in no hurry and without uncertainty, but leaving Odette to take the next step.

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Date: 22 Dec 2024 Word Count:1,213 Interacting: @Grace Mitchell

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Thoughts / Spoken #6a5acd / #483d8b Location:WWW

"Who do I want to hit?" Grace smiles and looks at Odette with a more approving and open expression, "A bunch of guys who enjoy thinking they're untouchable, overconfident smiles and too quick tongues. Boring, arrogant, and with a penchant for getting into trouble and then getting out of it with a hero's smile."

Odette’s nose scrunches in distaste. She knew a few people like that in her old muggle school. They’d always try to demand her hard-earned products for free or for an unreasonable discount because “you wouldn’t make your best friends pay, right, Olivia?” At that point, Odette would just give them her sickly-sweet, customer service smile, not bothering to correct her name before extorting those bumbling idiots for every penny they were worth. She would reserve the right to refuse them her services, but there was something incredibly satisfying about getting revenge without them being any the wiser about it.

"I don't want revenge out of pride.” the ravenette admits measuredly, “But at some point ... one gets tired."

Watching Grace lean against the shelf and vent about her targets' narcissistic and entitled attitudes, Odette can't help letting out a feral grin knowing her fellow witch will feel just as pleased and gratified as she was when getting payback.

"I don't want something silly or cruel. I'm talking about something that stays in their minds, that reminds them that, out there, there is someone watching, planning, and striking." With a theatrical hand gesture, Grace concludes, “So...let's make this little venture worthwhile.”

Now, this is something I can get behind. The Ravenclaw smirks, watching Grace walk off confidently. I'm glad I decided to stick around because this will be a lot of fun.

Quickly catching up to the determined witch, Odette loops her arm through Grace’s, careful not to dislodge the items in the girl’s hand, and steers her down an aisle on their left. “Something that will stick in their minds, huh? I must say, I like your style. By the time you leave this store, you’ll have a prank that will haunt them for the rest of their lives. They’ll definitely think twice before acting like gits again.”

Scanning the shelves, Odette stops before a section filled with bright purple boxes. A look at its neon green ribbon assures her she’s in the right place. “If you’re truly vexed by them interrupting you with their self-importance, then I say the best way to shut them up is to slip them a Canary Creme. One bite, and they’ll be chirping like a bird.”

Taking one off the shelf, Odette holds it before Grace and shows her the explanation of the joke product on the back of the box. Despite looking like an ordinary custard cream, when consumed, it transfigures the one who ate it into a canary, and the only way for them to return to normal is to finish molting all their feathers.

“These are rather infamous.” Odette explains before wincing at the price tag, “Fifteen galleons may be steep, but that’s precisely why students only buy them when they feel the situation is called for. The results are hilariously satisfying, and the victims tend to learn their lesson quickly.”

The blue-eyed witch can still remember the summer her mother, Madeline, used a canary creme on her father, Silas. The two had been bickering about a book they were reading together for days. Apparently, Silas secretly read ahead and was so shocked by the plot twist he just had to tell Madeline about what happened. To say she was angry about how he purposefully spoiled the breakup of her favorite couple because he was too impatient is a gross understatement. However, hearing her husband squawk through his apologies certainly made the muggle feel better about the incident.

“Of course, that’s only option one. If you like it, we’ll come back, but something tells me these are a bit too flashy for you.” Putting the box back on the shelf, Odette links arms with Grace again and begins to lead her away, “I may be wrong, though I doubt it, but this is your first prank, isn’t it? Perhaps we should go with something a bit simpler.”

Leading the witch towards a group of students huddling around an empty rack, Odette watches as a Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes employee wearing nose plugs comes over, opens a box full of what is clearly Dungbombs if she guessed correctly by the gagging students, and restocks the rack. The customers quickly grab one and run off to pay, leaving the area empty as Odette and Grace approach.

The Dungbombs' packaging is charmed to contain its potent smell, but the Ravenclaw suspects the owner allows a bit of its horrid scent to leak out. Whether he does so to advertise the product or to have a laugh whenever students buy one, she’s not sure. Fortunately, the cashier usually casts another charm at checkout to officially seal the stench.

Despite the odor being much more manageable than when it’s fully unleashed, Odette can’t help holding her nose to save her precious senses, causing her voice to come out all nasally.

“If you have a working nose, I’m sure I don’t have to explain what these are. Stash a Dungbomb in their trunk or throw it at their robes, and you really can’t go wrong. Probably the easiest prank there is. Although…” Odette trails off and carefully assesses the witch beside her, “I’m also going to hazard a guess that you’re a Slytherin? You seem quite calculative, so I doubt you’d like such a straightforward and obvious approach. Gryffindors tend to use these the most because they’re not afraid of getting caught and like to show off, but that doesn’t seem your style.”

Not wasting another second around the wretched rack of nasal death, Odette practically drags Grace away to a nicer-smelling part of the store. Seeing the green and pink pill bottle on the shelf, the blue-eyed witch lets out a confident smirk as she hands one to the taller witch.

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U-no Poo! The Constipation Sensation That’s Gripping the Nation

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“I think these fit you the best.” Odette grins, tapping the label in Grace’s hand, “They’re not too over the top like Canary Cremes, and they’re not too boring like Dungbombs. No, these are exactly what you need. Simple and with the amount of hours they’ll spend on the loo, it will surely be memorable.”

Taking a step back and proudly settling her hands on her hips, Odette continues, “Plus, there’s a ton of pills in one bottle, so whenever they act like a git, just sneak one in their goblet, and they’ll be cramping too much to speak so arrogantly. It’ll be like behavior training for a pet. Do something bad, get punished. Have good behavior and earn a regular bowel movement.”

This has to be the one that Grace likes. The witch is super cunning, so the Ravenclaw is sure the girl will be able to pull it off without getting caught. Odette can practically feel the Remembrall in her hands. It’s as good as hers, but at this point, she’s much more invested in Grace’s prank than anything. The only question left is, “Well? what do you think?”

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Date Place&Time Reducio 22|12|2024 10:00 A.m. Weasleys‘ Wizard Wheezes

Interaction Reducio @Odette Leone

Word count Reducio 777

Outfit Reducio

Some Info Reducio Thoughts Grace's speech: #760404 Parent's speech: #5182d2 Odette's speech: #483d8b

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Grace looked at the bottle in her hands, twirling it carefully between her fingers as if it were a precious treasure that had to be kept with care. What struck her was not the colour combination of candy pink and sickly green, but the slogan on the bottle's label:
‘U-No Poo - The constipating sensation that is sweeping the nation.’
A short, choked, but sincere laugh escaped her.
"I don't know which is worse, the colour or the slogan. But I admit it's catchy," she said as she tried to catch her breath from that giggle.
It's obvious! It is so silly as to be brilliant, the kind of nonsense that manages to make its mark. She thought to herself.
"Invisible, but deadly. Just like a spell cast from behind the scenes." She continued.
Then Odette threw out those words, sharp and full of observation, which startled the young witch:

"I'm also going to hazard a guess that you're a Slytherin? You seem quite calculative, so I doubt you'd like such a straightforward and obvious approach. Gryffindors tend to use these the most because they're not afraid of getting caught and like to show off, but that doesn't seem your style."

Grace slowly looked up at Odette, with a raised eyebrow and a crooked grin.
Ah, if she knew!
"Slytherin, eh? "she repeated, letting those letters float between them.
"Sorry to disappoint you, it's probably my calmness confusing the waters? I think? Or maybe it's the fact that I don't jump on the first idiot who provokes me. But no. I'm a Gryffindor and also proudly . Maybe I was influenced somehow by my sister, she was a Slytherin."
She walked past her, the small bottle still clutched in her hands, and spoke over her shoulder.
"Courage isn't always shown by an impulsive gesture or a drawn sword. Sometimes it is being cold-blooded and not reacting immediately."
She turned towards her. In a low tone, but still full of that typical determination.
"I do not seek revenge out of pride. But if there is one thing I detest, it is arrogance. That idea that some people feel untouchable just because they have a pretty face or the loudest voice in the room. It speaks over you, interrupts you, as if the world is there for their show."
She shook the bottle slightly, hearing the inside jingle.
"This is the answer. No feathers, no explosions, no smell. Just... a sudden need to run to the bathroom. And maybe, stay there long enough to reflect on how you deal with others."
She turned to look at her with a more genuine smile. One of those exchanged between allies.
"And let's face it. You? You're dangerous in the right way. You seem to me to have the kind of mind that scares those who think they're smart. And I like that. All your options were on target. And this one..." She lifted the bottle to eye level, as if it were a cup she had just won "this is exactly what I was looking for, a revenge: educational."
She moved back and forth as she continued to speak, the bottle still raised.
"Every pill will be a lesson. And I like the way you think. You should really sell consulting: Odette's School of Subtle Revenge. I'd hire you right away." She paused for a moment, that sudden thought making her laugh to herself.
"Look... If in case I end up on your blacklist....I'm not saying you have to, eh...give me a five minute head start. Just long enough to figure out what you've given me before the floor disappears from beneath my feet."
She snorted, amused, as she observed the ‘weapon’ between her fingers.
It was only right to share a moment like that with someone who understood her. To find, in the midst of chaos and falseness, a similar mind. It was not simple complicity: it was recognising oneself.
She looked at Odette, and a smile escaped her, a spontaneous one. Not sarcastic, not even strategic. A real one.
Perhaps in another time, or place, she would have handled it differently. But in that moment---- with her beside her, and the bottle in her hand--- she felt light.

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◦ P O S T ◦ #4 ◦

If Odette is surprised to hear Grace is a Gryffindor, she doesn’t let it show beyond a quirked brow. Perhaps growing up with an older brother with stereotypical Gryffindor traits colored her outlook on the Hogwarts houses more than she thought.

"Courage isn't always shown by an impulsive gesture or a drawn sword. Sometimes, it is being cold-blooded and not reacting immediately." Grace reminds the presumptuous Ravenclaw.

Odette takes the lesson in stride and appraises the lioness with a fresh, discerning eye—one without preconceptions. Focusing on the traits she’s witnessed since walking into the store and attributing them solely to the witch, nothing else. She mentally notes to do the same once she returns to school. Perhaps there’s a plethora of impressive people like Grace that Odette has missed.

“Five points to Gryffindor.” Odette grins playfully. “Tell me then, Miss. Lioness, how a calculative Gryffindor goes about getting revenge then.”

Grace looks at her, face lined with determination and clutching the U-No Poo bottle in her hand. The pills inside the bottle rattle as she gives it a mischievous shake that clearly says— "This is the answer. No feathers, no explosions, no smell. Just... a sudden need to run to the bathroom. And maybe, stay there long enough to reflect on how you deal with others."

The playful grin on Odette’s face turns absolutely wicked at Grace’s response. Though she wonders just which fool had the misfortune of crossing the composed and methodical green-eyed witch. With any luck, the prank will take place in the Great Hall. The young entrepreneur is certain that the poetic punishment, wrapped in elegant flair, will be most satisfying to watch.

“When you do enact your delightful revenge, make sure to let me know. I’d hate to miss the show.” Odette smirks, eyes shining in mirth. Pointing at the remembrall in Grace’s hand that’s soon to be hers, she quips coyly, “With this, I won’t forget a thing—especially your grand finale.”

Sharing a look of understanding and respect, Grace hands Odette the remembrall as promised, looking pleased with her U-No Poo prank choice. Similarly, the blue-eyed witch feels satisfied holding the ball in her hand. Not only did Odette get the item she wanted, but she also gained an interesting new…customer? No, friend? That doesn’t feel right, either. Co-conspirator, she settles on.

Nudging Grace with her elbow and leading them to the cashier’s line, Odette decides it wouldn’t be half bad conspiring with the witch again. Turning to speak to the prankster beside her, the young entrepreneur notices the girl staring at the pill bottle in her hand before turning her assessing gaze onto Odette. “Let's face it. You? You're dangerous in the right way. You seem to me to have the kind of mind that scares those who think they're smart. And I like that. All your options were on target. And this one..." Grace smiles genuinely, lifting the bottle to eye level like a prize, "this is exactly what I was looking for, a revenge: educational."

Dangerous? A feeling of pride warms Odette’s chest. No one’s ever called her that. Most people are too hung up on her freckles to think of her as anything quite so powerful. It feels nice being appreciated for her less friendly traits, and, in a way, it’s freeing to meet someone who can keep up with her more calculative side. It’s a rare thing, but maybe it’s exactly what she needs.

“Funny. I was just thinking the same about you. Dangerous minds tend to find one another— lucky for us and a headache for everyone else.” Odette’s grin is sly, her eyes amused. “You’re a threat in your own right — cunning, patient, and brandishing those pill bottles like they’re a weapon.”

Grace nods as the two move up in the line. One more customer, and then it will be their turn. Odette is surprisingly disappointed to know their meeting will be ending soon.

"Every pill will be a lesson. And I like the way you think. You should really sell consulting: Odette's School of Subtle Revenge. I'd hire you right away." Grace jokes, making them both laugh at the thought.

Odette snorts, “Considering our little transaction today, I’d say you just did hire me.” Side-eyeing the witch, she offers a coy smile, “But, for your sake, I hope the people you're pranking don’t seek out my revenge lessons.”

Though if they’re as arrogant as Grace says they are, there’s a chance the young entrepreneur would refuse to help them anyway…or extort them. Depends on her mood.

"Look…” Grace shoots a wry grin, “If in case I end up on your blacklist....I'm not saying you have to, eh...give me a five-minute head start. Just long enough to figure out what you've given me before the floor disappears from beneath my feet."

Odette snickers and promises that as the first customer to 'Odette’s School of Subtle Revenge,' she’ll warn Grace before she pulls the rug out from under her…the first time at least. She respects the witch, but business is business, after all.

With the next call from the cashier, Odette steps up and places her dungbomb, enchanted snowball, and hard-earned remembrall on the counter. Shelling out twelve sickles from her coin purse, she mentally calculates how much money she has left and nods decisively. She’ll stop by Florean’s again on the way back to Leone’s Warding Wonders and get Silas his brownie alamode.

Accepting her purchases and stepping to the side for Grace to pay, Odette feels a sense of contentment. Negotiating with a cunning witch wasn't on her to-do list, but nothing brings her more holiday cheer than haggling. Besides, Grace is surprisingly interesting and is quite fun to talk to.

Heading towards the exit, Odette stops and calls over her shoulder to the unexpected Gryffindor. “Come find me in Hogwarts if you ever need something hard to get. I may even cut you a discount.” Odette winks at the witch with a crooked grin while walking out the door, “Wouldn’t want to annoy a shrewd witch like yourself and end up stuck in the loo.”

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